Sean Michael A Hammer Novel 2 Groceries

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each other liked. Hard and deep, he pushed into Jim like he was going to do it forever.
Jim started sliding on the sofa, and they both laughed a little, the sounds desperate. Fingers
tightening, bruising Jim's hips, he sped up.
"Harder. Harder, sir. Deeper."
"Yes. More." He pounded in, giving it to Jim as hard as he could.
"Love..." It would have been a scream, if Jim had any breath left to make it so.
He shifted and found Jim's gland, hitting it as he jerked, so very close. Jim's ass clenched tight
around him, and he gasped for breath.
"Jim!" He cried out and pushed in hard. With another gasp, he came.
He could feel Jim trembling, body fighting to come. He waited a beat, maybe two, and then
pulled the cock ring open, freeing Jim's cock and balls.
"Master?" He knew what Jim was asking.
Marcus was so proud of Jim, his lover holding on until permission was given. Such devotion was
only one reason why he loved Jim.
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He waited a moment and then slid his hand around Jim's cock. "Yes, baby. Come."
Heat sprayed over his fingers, Jim crying out his name.
"Yes, baby!" Jim's body squeezed tight around his prick. It made him shudder and shiver.
Jim relaxed under him, breathing hard, the moans steady and so damned happy. He leaned over
Jim, pressing kisses over the inked skin.
"Love you." Jim s voice was quiet, at peace.
"I know."
He should have picked up a plug as well when he d fetched the ring and flogger so he could lock
his come in Jim's body while they shopped. Of course, Jim would stay, right there, clenched tight
until he came back. All he had to do was ask.
"I'm going to go get a plug, baby." He licked the top of Jim's spine. "I don't want you to lose a
drop of my come."
"Oh, fuck." Jim's entire body rippled around him.
"Mmmhmm." He drew slowly out, feeling Jim's body start to tighten around him.
"I... I'm. Oh, fuck."
He loved it when Jim became incoherent. "Be back in a minute, baby."
"Hurry."
Marcus chuckled and ambled off. Jim's moan followed him all the way. He searched for a
smallish plug -- it needed to be big enough to keep it in easily, but small enough there wouldn't
be a risk of it falling out. He found one right away, quite wide where it flared to the biggest, but
otherwise small, and went back into the living room.
Jim was moaning, panting, ass cheeks clenched tight.
"Christ, baby. You're absolutely stunning."
He lubed up the plug and rubbed the end against Jim's crack, Jim's hole.
"Please." Jim was shaking. "Master."
"I have you, baby." He pushed harder, watching as Jim's body wrapped slowly around the plug.
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"Oh. Oh, fuck. Fuck." Jim pushed up, muscles working.
"That's it, baby. A nice little plug to keep me inside you while we go shopping."
"We... we're still going?"
"Of course. We still need the groceries, and this couch isn't getting any less in need of replacing."
And watching his baby walk around with the plug in his ass, Marcus' come still inside, was going
to be sweet.
"Master..." Jim moaned, shook for him. "I don't know if I can..."
"Of course you can. We can take ten minutes if you need to compose yourself. You know, splash
a little water on your face and whatnot."
"It's going to make me crazy." Jim stood, pushed into his arms, looking for comfort.
He wrapped his arms around Jim and stroked along his lover's back. "That's kind of the point,
baby."
"Yeah? You'll like it?" Jim moaned softly, snuggled in. "Oh, you smell so good, love."
"Thank you. And yeah, I like it a lot. I love knowing I'm inside you and nobody but you and me
know."
"Marcus." Sweet, needy baby every day Marcus was more and more addicted. More in love.
"Every time you feel my eyes on you, you'll know what I'm thinking, imagining."
"That's not helping."
Chuckling, he gently smacked Jim's ass. "Not helping what?"
"Me remember how to breathe."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll remember when you need to." He had faith that Jim could do this.
Jim nodded, took a deep, deep breath.
"All right. Let's get dressed again, get ready to go out."
"Are. I..." Jim took another breath. "Yes, sir."
He chuckled and patted Jim's ass again, and then went to where he'd dumped his own clothes.
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Jim dressed slowly, fingers trembling a bit. Marcus slid his hand over Jim's back, along Jim's
hip, gentle touches designed to soothe his sweet baby.
"I'm sorry. I know it's nothing huge. I just didn't expect it."
He knew Jim always had a hard time when he switched things up; he was going to have to do it
more often. "You don't need to apologize, Jim. You're doing great."
"Thank you." Jim leaned into him, fastened the button of the jeans.
He kissed the top of Jim's head. "You about ready to go?"
"I'm... You can't tell, right?"
"Go on, let me see you walk."
Jim moved across the floor, slinky and elegant. Fucking sexy.
"No, baby. No one will be able to tell." Just him.
Jim relaxed, pulled on a shirt. "Okay, then. I guess I'm ready."
"Good. Let's go get our groceries."
Jim's fingers twined with his, held on.
It was going to be a glorious fucking day.
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Groceries: A Bent Story
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