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wouldn’t let go until it played out in his head. The idea of being forced down on the bed, stretched, and having a cock buried in his ass aroused him until his butt cheeks clenched. But it has to be him . He stroked his cock, his movements jerky. “Fuck…it’ll be so good.”
    He’d never bottomed for another man, had no desire to do so, in reality. Until a snarky black kid who dreamed of being a chef had snuck up on his blind side. His breathing grew raspier. He imagined how he’d be taken, how Isaiah’s body would cover his when he thrust in and out, stroking over his prostrate with every lunge. Would it be hotter than the toys he used when he needed an extra little bit to help him forget the stress of his job?
    Releasing his cock, he rolled over with a groan and reached into the drawer of his nightstand for the lube and the vibrating butt plug he kept there. Flipping the cap open on the lube, he dumped a generous amount over his first two fingers. He pushed them in hard, loving the burn as his body accepted them. “Shit!” He rocked back, jerking his hand free to repeat the process in several attempts to make sure he got plenty of lube inside. After the third time, he grabbed the plug, unable to wait any longer. Pouring more of the slick over the tapered silicone, he hiked his knees in the air, exposing his hole. Would Isaiah take him this way? As he shoved against the plug, a grunt escaped him. It would be sooo damned intimate. To be face to face with the first man he’d fallen for—the one who he’d compared all of his subsequent lovers to, would be a dream come true.
    By the time he finally worked the plug all the way in, his muscles trembled in effort. Sweat ran down his face. He gasped for breath. Letting his legs drop back to the bed with a low whimper, he reached for the small remote which controlled the speed of the vibration. Wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock, he hit the button for the lowest setting on the device. Inside him, the plug flared to life. Hot and desperate for release, he wouldn’t take long to find it. The remote dropped to the bed. His cry of pleasure echoed through the dark room. Stroking up and down, he pinched his nipples, imagining another’s touch, or better yet a wet mouth, nipping at the hard little nubs until he fought for more. But Isaiah wouldn’t give it. No, he’d play with his body until Sean promised everything—anything the other man wanted, if he’d just let him come.
    He would hear his lover’s dark laugh. It pushed his lust higher. Rubbing his hand back and forth, he pinched both nubs. How would it feel to have a cock gliding in and out, in time with the hard snap of hips against his ass? Would he struggle against his lover? In his mind, he did. At least until Isaiah growled and rolled him onto his knees, face first on the bed with his ass raised high. Despite his chef‘s smaller stature, the power in those arms would be phenomenal. Would years of kneading bread, chopping vegetables, and hefting fifty pound bags of potatoes, flour, and other staples have honed the strength Isaiah needed to handle him with ease?
    He gritted his teeth, stroking faster, fumbling with the remote, forcing it to a higher setting. “Oh, fuck, yes!” He pressed down hard against the sheets, wanting to force the plug farther in. “Fuck me, baby.” Lost to his lust, he almost felt the thud of the man’s hips against his. The sound echoed in his ears. His lover’s hoarse panting mixing with his own pleading gasps and whimpers as he reached for the orgasm just out of reach. In his fantasy, a cock ring would be nestled against the base of his dick, controlling his release, while his lover pushed him closer to nirvana.
    “Oh gawd, let me come.” The words babbling out of his mouth, he frantically stroked. He needed this, more than he needed air to breathe at the moment. His body primed for the meltdown he would feel all the way down to his toes.
    “ Beg for it .”