Chapter 25
Jonah
We stumble into our room at the B & B, tearing at each other’s clothes. With my cock still caged, my whole body feels like it’s pulsing with arousal. Lars’ hands are everywhere—dragging roughly through my hair, cupping my caged cock, slipping under my shirt to tug at my chest hair.
“Clothes off,” he commands gruffly against my lips.
“Yes, Master,” I answer dutifully, feeling his cock jerk against my leg.
Lars helps me unbutton my shirt when my fingers prove too clumsy to get the job done in a timely manner, both of us going for the button on my pants next. Once all my clothes are in a pile on the floor, he reaches into his suitcase, pulling out a brand-new bottle of lube and tossing it to me.
“Lay down on the bed so I can take the cage off, then I want to watch you prep yourself.” I spread out, eager to have the cage off and finally get to come after a week of torture. But once it’s removed and the weight is gone, I feel a strange sense of loss, and I’m glad we already agreed we’d put it back on after tonight.
Lars sets the cage aside and then sits back on his heels, between my legs, with an expectant look. Just the sound of the lube as I squirt it onto my fingers has my cock growing hard, and the feeling of it after a week of not being able to get an erection is mind-blowing. I cant my hips, reaching instinctively for my rapidly swelling dick, only to have my hand batted away by Lars before I can reach it.
“Not your cock, naughty pup. Stretch your hole for me.”
I groan, doing as he says and sliding my lubed fingers between my legs, over my hole, which spasms at the touch.
“Your hole is hungry for me, isn’t it?” Lars guesses, and I nod, another low rumble coming from my throat as I shove two fingers inside, eager to get to the part where he’s inside me.
While I finger myself, Lars strips out of his clothes, keeping his gaze on me while he does. And when he’s naked, he grabs the lube off the bed beside me and squirts some into his hand. But rather than slicking his cock, he reaches around behind himself. When his eyes flutter and his breath catches, I’m sure he’s fucking himself with his fingers too.
I add a third finger, rocking on them, losing myself in the burning stretch of penetration as my cock throbs for a long-awaited release. My balls are so sore even a feather light touch would either be too painful to bear or send me spiraling over the edge in an instant, and I’m not about to touch them to find out which it is.
“Ready, pup?” Lars asks.
“Ready,” I answer, my voice trembling as I ease my fingers out.
He pulls his fingers out of himself and wipes the excess lube onto his cock, grabbing himself around the base and lining up with my hole.
“Don’t come,” he commands as he pushes inside me in one smooth thrust.
I let out a strangled cry, vibrating with restraint, unsure I’ll be able to obey his command if he makes me wait too long.
Every inch of my body is sensitive after a week of waiting, even the tug of his cock against the rim of my ass with every thrust feels amplified a thousand times.
“Master, oh god,” I pant as he leans over me, crushing his abdomen against my cock and balls. “It’s too much, too much,” I cry, my muscles tensing and convulsing as I fight my orgasm.
Lars fucks me faster.
“You can do it, pup. I know you can hold off for your Master,” he purrs, and I clench my ass hard around him, my balls tightening. I bite down on my lip until I taste blood, wanting so badly to be a good for my Master.
“So good, JJ. Love you so much,” Lars moans, his thrusts stuttering and his cock swelling inside me.
I whimper at the feeling of his orgasm pulsing inside me, the heat of his release filling me with each pump. A dribble of pearly cum appears on the tip of my cock, my body shaking and my breathing ragged and uneven.
As the last pulse of Lars’ orgasm fades, he pulls out, but instead of flopping down beside me he climbs on top, grabbing my cock and sinking down onto it.
“Holy fuck,” I roar, digging my fingers into his hips to guide his movements as he rides me. The sight of his cock spent and wet with cum and lube is so filthy I want a picture of it to hang over our bed at home.
“Fill me up, JJ,” he says, and I groan with relief, able to let go of my last frayed thread of restraint.
With my hands still on his hips, I roll us over, pinning him beneath me and rutting into him in a wild frenzy, my oversensitive cock tingling with so much sensation it feels like I’m coming before I actually do.
“Fuck, fuck,” I chant as a wave of heat rolls through me, and I finally hit the crest of pleasure and start to come. I bury myself deep, filling him with my seed just like he demanded, until he’s so full I can feel it dripping back out.
When the pleasure finally fades, I swear all my limbs are made of jelly, and I collapse on top of him.
Lars
Jonah opens his mouth lazily, and I insert a forkful of cake dutifully. When we ordered dinner from a nearby cafe, he’d insisted we needed a slice of cake since it is our wedding day after all, and I couldn’t deny him such a simple request.
He’s naked except for his collar, necklace, and wedding ring, and spread out on the bed all boneless and satisfied. But if he thinks I’m finished with him for the night, he’d better think again.
“When do I get to hear these vows you insisted we write each other?” I ask teasingly, taking a bite of cake for myself.
“As soon as I can move,” he mumbles. “Or now, if you want to bring me the piece of paper in the side pocket of my duffle bag.”
“I suppose I could do that.” I feed him another bite of cake and then lean down for a sugary kiss, licking the stray bit of frosting from his bottom lip and then sucking it between my teeth for good measure. “My vows are simple, I promise to kiss you every day for the rest of our lives.”
“Nuh-uh, I spent all week working on mine, yours had better be more than one line,” he complains against my lips between kisses.
“So, demanding.”
“But I’m totally worth it,” he counters.
“You are,” I agree.
When we manage to part, I shuffle off the bed to grab his vows and then get mine out of my bag as well. I’m not sure I’ll need to read them to remember, but just in case. Handing Jonah his notes, I lift the sheets and slide back into bed beside him, resting my head on his shoulder and cuddling close.
“You go first,” he says once I’m settled against him.
I take a deep breath, feeling an odd flutter of nerves and then tip my head up so I can look at Jonah, my husband, the love of my life.
“JJ, I think I’ve loved you since the first time our moms stuck us in a playpen together. I’ve loved you in so many ways—best friend, partner in crime, crush, all before the first time we kissed. But that first time our lips touched, I knew I’d never be the same. You own me, Jonah, heart and soul, and I promise to spend the rest of our lives making you feel as complete as you make me feel. I promise to be the keeper of time and orgasms.” Jonah gives a watery laugh at that, and a tear glides down his cheek, getting caught in his wiry, copper scruff on his cheek. “And I promise to love you every day for the rest of our lives.”
“Dammit, Lars, that was good,” he sniffles, crushing me closer to him. “It kinda stepped all over mine, but I suppose that’s fine.”
“You’re the one who wanted me to go first,” I point out with a smile.
“Okay, shh, my turn.” He uses one hand to open up his paper, his hold on me tightening. “I never imagined a man who existed who could be as perfect for me in every way as you are. Everything I’ve ever needed, you’ve always found a way to be exactly that, and I couldn’t begin to tell you what that means to me. Whether you’re my best friend, my partner, or my Master, you find a way to make me feel like a better version of myself, a more real version of myself, than I’ve ever felt apart from you. I promise to always listen, because you have a way of knowing what’s best, to never let our lives become boring or routine, and to love you with my whole heart every single day.”
My throat tightens, and happy tears burn the backs of my eyes as well.
“It’s me and you forever, JJ. Always.”
“Always.”
The End