My family usually only all came together on Thanksgiving, and that was always a dull, boring affair where people would be nice to your face, but gossip behind your back in the next room. And the worst part was, the turkey was always dry, no matter how much gravy you slathered on it.
I was having a fantastic time with his family, and finally felt like I fit in. I hadn’t realized that that was the feeling I was missing with my own family; that feeling of belonging. With them, it was all about trying to put on an appearance; putting on a show for others. I felt like I could never measure up to the image my mother painted of me. But here, it felt like I was loved and accepted just for being myself.
This feeling of familial love was… it was completely new to me.
As I was sitting at the bonfire, wrapped up in a blanket that Adam got me, Laura chatted my ear off about some stories from when she was in undergrad.
My eyes flickered over across the fire and found Adam’s. From the way they were shining at me, I knew that he loved me. But there was this darkness to them too.
I squinted, trying to figure out what that look meant. Then with a startling realization, I recognized it: That burning desire of lust.
When everyone around us started to yawn more, there seemed to be an understanding that ran through the group. We all knew it was time to call it a night.
Adam and I showed all the guests their beds: there was a whole room devoted to comfy beds with fresh sheets in the barn. Tonight there were only a dozen or so family members, so we would fit them all in the sleeping quarters in the barn. Tomorrow when everyone else arrived, we’d have to start putting people up in the house.
But tonight, me and Adam had the farmhouse all to ourselves.
Once we were in the bedroom, we were all over each other. His lips were pressing into mine with a thick feeling of want, and I responded to him in kind. My hands were all over him, and I couldn’t get his shirt off fast enough.
“My family loves you,” he said between kisses. “I love you!”
“I love you too,” I said, tearing off my own shirt.
“God, I need you right now, you’re so perfect…” Adam said.
Within seconds, we were both naked and on the bed, our bodies warming each other with our desire for each other.
For some reason, that feeling of belonging that I’d felt earlier translated to this moment of closeness; it took our intimacy to a new level. I felt completely loved and accepted underneath Adam like this, and it created this feeling of wholeness within my body.
“You’re everything,” he said in his husky voice, kissing my neck.
I moaned and felt my own desire course through my veins, hardening my cock even more.
He was completely naked on top of me. I loved the feeling of his rippling abs gyrating against my torso, and the feeling of his hard cock rubbing up against mine.
When he pulled away from my neck, he looked into my eyes.
“What is it?” I asked, wondering why he’d stopped this steamy session.
Then he smirked and said, “I brought some toys.”
22
Adam
I was so happy that I thought I was going to explode. Here I was with the world’s most perfect man underneath me.
He was everything I ever wanted — an emotional companion, a perfect submissive, had an amazing personality, and he fit in with my family perfectly. It was as if I’d been waiting my whole life to find him.
“What kind of toys did you bring?” Luke asked as I leaned over the side of the bed to get my duffel bag.
“Oh, just some things I thought you’d like…” I said, pulling the bag up onto the bed.
I was straddling him, and he was laying out underneath me. He was beautiful— more beautiful than any guy I’d ever seen.
“I can barely take my eyes off you,” I said, my heart swimming with desire.
“Oh, stop…” he said, shielding his face with his hand.
I reached down and took his hand off, then kissed him. “Don’t hide,” I said simply.
That seemed to strike a chord with him because his features turned serious. Then the look of lust darkened his eyes as he glanced at the bag.
I rummaged through it, looking for the pieces I wanted. Then I found them: the handcuffs, the riding crop, the butt plug, the cock ring, and a bottle of lube.
Luke’s eyes went round as he watched me pull the three toys out of the bag.
“What do you think of this size?” I asked him, showing him the silver butt plug. It was about as big as my three fingers.
“That’s… pretty big,” he said.
“That’s fine, I brought a few sizes,” I said, looking into the bag.
“No, that one should be fine,” he said, looking down at my hard cock. “It’s not as big as that.”
I smiled and said, “Okay, we’ll try it. But remember the colors. If anything gets to be too much, just say yellow or red. Got it?”
He nodded and bit his lip.
A pang of desire pulsed in my lower belly. “You are… you’re too much, you know that?” I said softly.
“You better punish me, then,” he said sassily, giving me a daring look.
“Fine,” I said, my voice going all hard, wringing out my gentleness. “Give me the word.”
I was waiting for him to say it, the anticipation tingling in my gut.
A slow smile spread across his face as he realized again that he had all of the power. He was making me wait.
The silence hung in the air, and my cock was pulsing with desire for him. All I wanted was to be in that tight little ass of his.
But he was making me wait.
My nostrils flared as he
