She rolled her eyes. “Where would the world be if men didn’t take time to stroke themselves after a job well done?”
I stilled, taking her jab as a challenge. “You’ll be the one stroking me now.”
“Tit for tat. You better stretch before I get my turn.”
Oh, it was like that was it? I needed to crank it up. I could tell she expected little from me and that just wouldn’t do.
I wanted to be the best she’d ever had. I didn’t know my limits yet, because right now, I was solely focused on her. She was the goal. I wanted to live in every crevice of her and leave her wearing my scent like a tattoo. I wanted to be all she thought of, even long after we part ways. I wanted to shock her.
I pulled out and she frowned.
“What are you doing?”
Time to push her. “On your stomach. I want to play with your ass.”
“What?”
Grabbing her ankle and wrist, I quickly flipped her to her stomach and pried her cheeks apart.
“Wait!” She squirmed out from under me. “We need lube or something!”
I dragged her across the bed. “That’s what spit’s for.”
Her face hardened as she glared over her shoulder. “You fucking spit on my body and I’ll rip your eyes out of the sockets. I have some in the drawer next to my bed.”
Most women kept magazines in their nightstands, but okay. Convenient.
I reached for the drawer and pulled it open. “Holy fuck.”
“Just get the lube and get out of there.”
She had a fucking arsenal. “This is just for you? What the hell are you doing with these?” I lifted the box of clothespins.
She chuckled. “You’ll find out when it’s my turn.”
I glanced down at my body. “You’re not pinning my dick or my balls.”
“Oh, are you scared?”
Slamming the drawer, I made a mental note to do something about her patronizing tone. She could be such a sarcastic smartass sometimes. Speaking of her ass…“Spanking. Yes or no?”
“I’ll have to change positions for you to lie across my lap—”
More sarcasm. My hand came down with a crack.
“Fuck!” She scrambled to her knees, but the handprint was already forming. “You asshole!”
“That’s where I’m headed.” I shoved her shoulder to the bed and climbed over her thighs, drizzling lube down her lower back.
Pulling her cheeks apart, I sucked in a breath. Such a tight little rosebud. Every inch of her was perfect.
The mood suddenly shifted and I felt out of place, like I didn’t belong there, like I didn’t have the right to touch her. What was I doing? Was this about proving something to her or proving something to myself?
I blinked at my surroundings. There couldn’t be a more inconvenient time for introspection, but all I could think of was Margaux bitching about how terrible anal was when we tried.
“What are you doing?”
So not to appear distracted, I massaged the oil over her smooth skin, teasing a generous amount into the tight pucker of muscle. Disappointing Avery seemed much worse than disappointing anyone else. But why?
Her arms folded under her head and she shut her eyes as I used the oil the massage her thighs. I needed a moment to catch my breath and think. She remained rather subdued through all of it.
Maybe I was proving something to myself. As much as I enjoyed Avery’s body, I didn’t want to use her as a pawn in my own personal therapy session. I wanted her to enjoy this.
Teasing my thumb over the oiled crease, I asked, “Do you like anal sex?”
“When it’s done right. I doubt you know how.”
Maybe I didn’t. Fuck. I was having some sort of crisis of doubt and my dick was suffering the brunt. I casually stroked myself. “Has anyone ever done it wrong with you?”
She lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder. “You’re big. That could go either way. The trick is making it feel good not painful.”
But she liked rough play. “So slow?”
“Not too slow. That’s not great either. As long as there’s enough oil, and you don’t rip into me, it will be fine.”
“What if—”
“For the fuck sake, just do it already. God, you can be such a pain in the ass.”
I was trying to be the exact opposite, but whatever. “Okay. Stop yelling at me. Just remember our safe word if you want me to stop.”
Fuck, I really wanted her to like it. I wanted to like it. Maybe then I could put the last bad experience behind me.
I pressed a kiss to her ass cheek. There was something priceless about her adventurous nature and her ball breaking wit. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this. You’re so confident and sexually self-assured. And you can be so sweet.”
“I can’t believe you’re still talking.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Until something bitchy comes out of your mouth.”
My finger pressed against her opening, and she grunted, relaxing into it. I held her down as I probed deeper, exploring her limits. She remained quiet, but her breathing turned labored.
I returned to the drawer and dug around. “I know you got a plug in here somewhere, you kinky little thing.”
“In the next drawer down.”
I stretched, keeping my leg over the back of hers to ensure she didn’t try to escape. She was perfectly still.
“Hol—lee—fuck.” I laughed at the sheer volume of toys. “I’m not sure which one to use.”
“The purple one’s nice.”
“Not big thunder here?” Did she actually use all of these?
She glanced at me, her cheek resting on her folded arms. “Certainly not. That one’s for you.”
My eyes widened, recalling our agreement. I dropped the big one back in the drawer. “The small one it is.”
Something told me whatever I put in her ass was absolutely going in mine, so I’d better tread carefully. More lube for sure.
Once everything was slick and relaxed, I worked the plug inside of her. She didn’t utter a single complaint, which pleased me but also made me nervous. Her submission was a tradeoff for mine. I wasn’t sure I’d be as cooperative. It all depended on what she had planned.
“Put your arms behind your back.”
She hesitated. “Why?”
“Because we had a deal, Avery.”
Her hands twisted, each one cupping the opposite elbow behind her back as she lay flat on the bed.
“Beautiful. Now, spread your legs wider.”
I lifted off of her, and her feet shimmied outward, widening to the edges of the mattress. The plug slipped, and I wedged it back in place. Her cheek rested on the comforter.
She was definitely aroused. “I wish you could see what I see right now. Your pink pussy’s dripping wet. You like this, Avery, whether you’ll admit it or not.”
She didn’t respond, which was fine.
“Shall we then?”
Aligning my cock to her delightfully wet pussy, I nudged the swollen tip past her glistening folds and sank to the hilt, burying myself deep. That first moment, embedded in her body, was unrefined ecstasy.
The plug made her incredibly tight. Lowering my mouth to her shoulder, I whispered, “I’m going to fuck you every chance I get. Hard, dirty, soft, tender… You can do your worst, Avery, because I intend to have you so often and in so many ways, that you forget every lover that came before. You know what that means, Avery? No more hiding. I’m going to know every part of your body—intimately. And you’re going to know mine. I’ll finally learn what you’re after and we’ll both get exactly what we want.”