“A dildo?” I scowled. “My cock is more than—”
“It’s a butt plug,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes.
“Oh.” My grin was swift. “Ohh.”
“Yeah. Oh,” she replied, amused. “At least, I think it is. I suggested it to Ink but the package has my name on it… have to figure it’s the butt plug.”
My cock was more than ready for that lesson. “Okay, let’s try it now.”
She chuckled as she headed into the kitchen. “Gotta wash it first,” was her prim response, and like a dog panting after its bitch in heat, I followed her.
Watching her open the box, then peer at the plug that had one of those jewels in the base before washing it, I shook my head. “That ain’t big enough.”
“Something to start with, considering all your cocks are bigger than this, I have to start somewhere.” She scowled at me. “Why you all gotta be so big?”
“Trust me, you’ll be grateful someday soon.” I peered at the silver plug and at the false ruby that twinkled in the morning light that came in from the window behind the sink. The blinds were half down but the sun was more than definitely up. “Where’s Keys?”
“He had to go to the clubhouse.” She pouted. “Him leaving is what woke me up. Just as I was about to fall back asleep, the mailman came.”
I nudged her in the side. “Came bearing gifts though, right?”
Her smile was cheeky, then she delved inside the box and found a small package of lube. I grabbed the tester sample and murmured, “Come with me to my lair, my pretty.”
She snorted, then tapping my ass, hard enough to sting through my briefs, went running down the hall, whooping all the way.
It was my turn to roll my eyes at her, even though it was definitely wasted on her back. Instead, I shucked off my underwear in the kitchen, dumped it in front of the washing machine, then tore open the lube sample. Spreading some onto the plug, I used the excess on my cock which, of course, was already getting hard.
As I stepped down the hall, wondering at how I’d become quite comfortable in this new place in such a short space of time, I heard shuffling in the bedroom and found Ama tossing most of the pillows on the bed onto the floor.
Laughing, I leaned my arm against the doorjamb and asked, “You making a pillow fort or something?”
When she twisted to shoot me a smile, she murmured down at the bed, “We need a bigger bed.”
“Sure as fuck do,” I agreed, stepping toward her.
I could feel the fire in my eyes, and maybe she saw it, maybe it burned her too because her own rounded in surprise. She licked her lips and slowly took a few paces back until the bed was touching her calves. When she crossed her arms at the waist, I knew she was going to remove her tee, and I groaned as her tits bounced free a second later.
She bit her lip, evidently still a little uncomfortable with being naked in the light of day, then held out her hand for me. I reached for it, reached for her, and slipped my arms around her waist and pulled us together so that we were touching all the way along our fronts.
When Ama shivered, I smiled down at her and whispered, “You’re gonna love it.”
She tipped her chin back. “Having something shoved in my butt?” Her lips twitched. “Sounds like something to love that’s for sure. I mean, I’m sure you’d appreciate it—”
“Yeah, no chance, babe,” I informed her before I reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them wide apart and dipping my fingers between her crack. When she squeaked at the abrupt move, I grinned, leaned down, and slipped my mouth along the line of her jaw. “My ass is exit only.”
She shivered as my tongue traced her jaw too. “No fair. Sexist.”
I snorted. “You love me as I am.”
A grunt escaped her. “There’s always room for improvement.” She reached between us, grabbed my cock, and shaped it with her hand. With the slick lube on it, her fingers made short work of making my half-erection turn full mast. Her grip tightened to the point of discomfort as she twisted out of my hold then twisted us around so that my back was to the bed. Within seconds, I was plopping against the mattress, dropping the plug at my side, and she was astride me.
“You’re too used to climbing on hogs,” I grumbled, watching her scurrying up to me—her intent evident.
“I’m too used to you going down on me,” she replied. “You want my butt to be a port of entry and exit, you gotta pay the toll.”
“We’ve made a monster,” I wailed, but grabbed her butt and hauled her up toward my mouth.
Though she squeaked again—her signature noise in the bedroom, which was far better than her terrified screams—it soon morphed into a low moan. Her hips began to rock against my mouth as I sucked down on her clit. She appreciated heavy handed moves, and wasn’t one for delicacy or restraint, even in this short time, I’d learned that she didn’t like it if I teased. Of course, that made me want to, but I figured I’d give her some time to explore what she wanted.
This was all new to her, after all.
Sliding my tongue down the crevice of her pussy, I swirled it around her entrance, then fluttered the tip inside her. Her breaths turned into broken gasps that had me smirking against her slick flesh. With a grunt, I split her cheeks apart again with my hands and began to rub the tip of my pointer finger against her ass. She immediately tensed so I resumed sucking down on her clit. A whimper escaped her, and her hips began to rock so she was literally fucking my face.
There’s my girl.
My cock was aching like a bastard, and fuck, I wanted her mouth on me more than I wanted my next breath, but Jesus, this was good too. I wanted that butt plug in this tasty ass of hers just so I could fuck her there. That was worthy of sacrificing a ’69.’
As her hips rocked harder, I began to trace the little crinkles around and around the rosette of her butt, and I taunted her until she was groaning, until I knew she was ready for me to at least try to insert the tip.
She gasped when I thrust in to the knuckle, and then moaned when I slipped in to the next. With my other hand, I thrust a finger inside her cunt and pressed down so that both were rubbing each other through the tissue separating her ass and pussy. The sensation had a sharp cry escaping her, and I facilitated her shocked pleasure by redoubling my focus on her clit. Within the minute, she exploded above me, her hips shifting jerkily back and forth, riding out the wave of her pleasure before she sagged, dropping forward to lean on her elbows.
Pulling free from her pussy, I used that hand to grab her hip and help roll her off me, and it was awkward as hell, but I kept my finger in her ass. I’d staked my claim on that piece of territory and wasn’t about to give it up yet.
When she was flat on her back and staring with wild eyes at the ceiling, I had to laugh to myself. She was dazed, limp, and relaxed. So I slipped my middle finger into her butt. Her belly rippled and she raised her legs up as though she wanted to kick me before she spread them wide.
As I stared down at her, it was weird to note just how my expectations and fantasies were morphing. I’d never anticipated this, never imagined she’d be so giving with her body, had never thought I’d be given this chance to give her pleasure. But equally, I felt like we’d been born for this. Born for each other. Made to be a unit, to be more than just friends but mates.