Free ServingSimon by Caitlin Ricci Page A

“Yeah, I’m sure it does.”
    “What was the point of putting that in if you’re just going to take it out when you go in me anyway?” Max asked him.
    Simon released his shaft and moved around on the bed until he was on top of Max, a muscular thigh on either side of the man’s narrow hips. “Who said I was going in you tonight?”
    Max looked shocked and Simon couldn’t really blame him for his confusion. “I’m lost. You’re going to let me fuck you? Are you sure you’re a Dom?”
    Simon rolled his eyes and reached for the lube again. “If you want to be technical about it, I’m going to be riding you so you’re still not in control. And yes, again, I am a Dom. And sometimes I’ll want to ride you. Problem?”
    Max quickly shook his head and held still as Simon leaned forward and slid a lubed finger inside himself, stretching his opening for Max’s cock. Max lifted his head, seeking the kiss that Simon eagerly gave him as he pushed a second finger inside himself. When he was stretched he ran his hand over Max’s cock, putting a good amount of lube on him as well before positioning himself above the other man’s head.
    He moaned loudly as he helped Max enter him. Thankfully Max held still, letting Simon go as slowly as he needed to. There was a hint of pain but it quickly subsided. Simon had expected as much, though. This wasn’t a common position for him. But he’d been thinking about doing this with Max for months, and when the opportunity had presented itself in the form of the lovely butt plug that had caught his attention that morning he’d gone for it. He sank down on his hips, letting Max slide deeper inside of him as a soft gasp fell from his lips. Getting comfortable, he leaned back and rested his hands on the hard planes on Max’s chest. He wasn’t muscular, not in the sense that Simon was, but he was lean and Simon appreciated the definition that he did have. He rolled his hips, smiling as Max’s cock stroked against him.
    “I want to touch you. Please Simon, let me touch you,” Max begged as he squirmed under him.
    His gaze went to the ties as he considered letting him go free. The whole point of restraining him was so that Max couldn’t touch himself. But with his cock inside him, Max couldn’t do a whole lot of that anyway. “I suppose I could allow that,” he replied, quickly undoing the restraints as easily as he’d put them on. “I’m keeping them on your bed though. They’ll come in handy next time.”
    Flushed and trembling, Max quickly nodded. “Yeah. I can see how they would.”
    Simon let his fingers trail over Max’s arms, delighting in his warmth and the feeling of the other man’s muscles moving under his hands.
    “I haven’t been inside anyone in a long time,” Max said, his voice echoing with a bit of something that sounded suspiciously like awe.
    Simon smiled down at him. “How’s the plug feeling?”
    “I don’t feel much different,” Max admitted.
    Nodding, Simon leaned forward. “Bring your hips up to meet my ass, try thrusting inside me and see how it feels then. I think you’ll notice a difference then.”
    Though Max looked a bit skeptical he did as he was told and a moment later his eyes grew wide and he groaned. He thrust again, his hips slapping against Simon’s ass he moved inside of him. “Damn.”
    “Yeah, I agree,” Simon said, rocking back to meet Max’s thrusts. “Just try to hold off coming. It’ll be harder with it.”
    Max nodded and pressed his lips together as his hands came up to grip Simon’s thighs. He squeezed hard enough to bruise and Simon leaned down to lick Max’s neck, tasting the saltiness of his sweat on his tongue. There was a shift inside of him, a momentary distraction that he eagerly pushed aside. Max’s fingers pressed harder on his skin, his short nails biting into Simon’s thighs as he thrust into him. The pain, though brief, brought the thing crawling inside of him closer to the surface. Simon sped up,