by Gemma Weir
“You’re so tight,” he says as he pulls his finger free. He then adds more lube to my ass before pressing two fingers slowly into me, stretching me until it hurts.
“It burns,” I pant. His fingers go to work on my clit, circling, tapping and pinching in a mind blowing pattern that makes me forget the pain. His fingers are slowly pumping in and out of me as he works my clit, pushing me towards an edge that feels like no other orgasms I’ve ever had before. When he pulls both fingers free, I groan at the loss, pushing my ass back, begging him to fill me again when I feel the tip of something hard and cold press against me. More lube slides into me before I feel the insistent pressure as he works the plug slowly inside of me.
The change in stimulation makes my orgasm fade, but Huck goes to work again, rubbing at my clit until I’m on the edge and he’s pumping the plug in and out of me, hurtling me towards a cliff that I’m both excited and terrified to fall from.
Sliding the plug almost all the way out of me, he pinches my clit then pushes the plug fully inside again, holding it in place while he taps at the base that presses against my ass cheeks… and I shatter, coming with a sobbing cry that makes my body twitch as sensation barrels through me in waves.
“Oh my god,” I gasp when the first waves have finally abated and my body starts to settle.
“I think you enjoyed that,” Huck laughs, stroking his fingers up and down my spine comfortingly.
“That was… I never expected…”
“That ass play could be that fun?”
“Yes,” I giggle, opening my eyes and looking at him over my shoulder.
Pulling me up, he curls me into his body, cupping my cheek. “Peaches, you are fucking perfect. I need to get washed up, so get dressed, dinner’s almost done.”
“I need to take the plug out.”
“Is it uncomfortable?”
Taking a moment, I assess myself. “My ass feels a little sore, but not uncomfortable.”
“Do you think you could keep it in, just through dinner?” he asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“I’m not sure I can walk with it in,” I laugh.
“You can try.” Jumping up, he helps me from the bed and I stand experimentally, carefully moving my hips from side to side.
“How does it feel?” he asks, his dick tenting his jeans.
“Weird.”
“Good weird or bad weird?”
Taking a slow step, I feel the plug as I move and I have to clench around it to stop it from coming out. “Okay weird,” I confess.
“I’d really like you to keep it in. If it gets too uncomfortable, or painful, just tell me and we’ll come take it out. I just fucking love the idea that we’ll both know that I plugged your ass and that you’re wearing it while we eat just because I asked you to.”
“I kind of like that idea too,” I confess sheepishly.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs as he disappears into the bathroom and I hear the tap turn on.
Experimentally I walk over to the dresser and pull on panties then the soft yoga pants he packed and one of my bras, but when I search for a top all I find are the tanks from my PJ sets. With nothing else to wear, I pull one on over my bra and turn to look at my reflection… only to realize he doesn’t have a full-length mirror anywhere in his room.
Looking down at myself, I cringe. Not feeling put together is one of my pet peeves and right now I feel totally unprepared. Normally if I was meeting the family, I’d put on a nice dress and do my hair and makeup, but it feels weird to get dressed up when from what I could see, his brothers were either still in their work clothes or in slobby basketball shorts and sweats.
“What’s up?” Huck asks.
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
“What’s wrong with what you have on?” he asks, pulling his shirt over his head and replacing it with a tank, swapping his work pants for soft lounger sweats. “No one will care what you’re wearing as long as you’re not naked, and then they wouldn’t care, but I fucking would. Do you want one of my shirts?”
“Could you ask bonnie if she has something I could borrow?”
“Sure.” Kissing my cheek, he leaves and comes back five minutes later with a super cute set of yoga pants with a matching cropped t-shirt.
“Thank you,” I cry, grabbing for the clothes, only to have him stop me. Slowly he undresses me, changing my tank for the t-shirt first, before dropping to his knees and removing my yoga pants. Leaving me in just panties. Pulling them down, he spreads my ass cheeks and stares at the head of the plug for a minute, leaning in and kissing my ass before he covers me again and helps me into the other set of pants.
“Bonnie says she’ll braid your hair if you want,” he rasps, pulling me close and grinding his very hard dick against me.
“Are you gonna be able to function with that much blood diverted from your brain?” I laugh.
Adjusting his dick with his hand, he sighs and winces “Come on, else I’m gonna say fuck dinner and get you naked again.”
Laughing, I let him lead me from the room and spot Bonnie sitting at a breakfast bar I hadn’t noticed before, in one of Beau’s shirts tied at the waist and running shorts. “Hey,” she says, a glass of wine in each hand, offering one towards me.
“Thank you,” I say, still walking carefully, feeling the plug move inside of me with each step as I take it from her.
Glancing to Huck, I find him watching me, his eyes dropping to my ass for a second before they sparkle with mischief.
“Come on, you need to tell me how the hell this happened?” Bonnie cries, pulling my attention back to her.
Taking a careful seat next to hers, I almost jump back up when the plug presses deeper into me as I put my weight on the stool. “Well, you know how Beau just decided you pair were together and didn’t take no for an answer?”
“Yeah.”
“Well apparently that’s not just a Beau thing, that’s a Barnett thing.”
“Oh my god. So are you okay with that, or do we need to set up a signal so I can help you escape?” she asks seriously.
Huck clears his throat from behind us. “Sis, I’ll have Beau tan your ass if you try to leave with her,” he tells her seriously.
“Huck, I love you, I really do. But if she wants to leave, not you, him or any of the rest of you will stop me from helping her leave. Do you understand that?”
“Bonnie,” he warns
“I’m serious, Huck. You guys are intense, like really over the top stalker intense. You don’t see it because you’re falling fast and hard, but she’s my best friend and has been for a lot longer than you’ve been my brother. If I have to draw a line in the sand and pick a side, it’ll be hers.”
My mouth falls open as I stare at my best friend who just alleviated all of my fears in an instant.
“She’s mine,” Huck growls.
“Well, she was mine first. I’m willing to share, but only if that’s what she wants,” Bonnie snaps, raising her voice a little.
“Bonnie,” Beau says, clear warning in his voice.
“Beau, I swear to god, don’t even think about using that tone with me. I dealt with you, I know what’s happening right now and I’m making sure my best friend has an escape plan,” she hisses, glaring at him.
“Are you seriously fighting over me right now?” I giggle, trying to diffuse the situation.
All three sets of eyes snap to me, Huck intense and angry, Bonnie loyal and fierce and Beau clearly torn between his loyalty to his fiancé and his brother. “Bon, I fucking love you, so much. But you need to calm down, there’s no reason for you guys to fight. Yes, Huck’s over the top and a little bit insane, but I’m starting to realize I like that about him. I’m here because I want to be. He did threaten to cart me here over his shoulder, but I chose to walk by his side instead.”
“See,” Huck snarls.
“But,” I snap, narrowing my eyes in Huck’s direction. “If that changes, I’ll let you know and I appreciate the
offer of a getaway driver.”
Huck growls, but Bonnie smiles, bobbing her tongue out at Huck as she pulls me in for a tight hug.
“So, when are you moving in?” she asks.
I choke on the sip of wine I’ve just taken and stare horrified at her, spotting Huck’s smiling face behind her as he checks on something in the oven.
“Two seconds ago, you were offering to help me escape, and now you want to know if I’m moving in,” I cough.
“Oh, I’m so excited, we’ll basically be living together, this is so exciting,” she cheers, jumping into Beau’s waiting arms and letting him scoop her up, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around her neck.
“I’m not moving in. We’ve been dating for two days. I have my own place,” I blurt, my words coming so fast that I’m not sure they even make sense.
Crinkling her nose, Bonnie waves off my argument. “The guys can build you and Huck your own wing too, that way the co-dependent Barnett bunch can stay together, but we don’t have to live in a frat house with no privacy. Plus they all cook, all of them.”
“I’m not moving in,” I cry.
“Twenty bucks on next Friday,” someone shouts from the couch.
“I say next Sunday,” someone else offers.
“It’s Wednesday, I say by Saturday, everything she owns will be here,” Bonnie calls.
“Bonnie,” I hiss.
“Sweetie, it’s been two days and you’re not running. At this point I was going on dates with other guys trying to fight what was happening between me and Beau, and you just admitted that you like it that he’s over the top and insane. It’s too late, you moving in here is a foregone conclusion now, you might as well just embrace it and help me win some money,” she giggles.
“Err no.” I cry, turning to Huck for support and find him smiling, his back rested against the counter. “I’m not moving in with you,” I tell him emphatically.
“Why not?” Huck asks calmly.
“Why not?” I parrot. “Because we’ve been dating for two days, obviously.”
“Two days, two months, two years… what difference does time make when you know it’s right. Here, your place, we won’t be spending the night apart from now on, so it makes more sense for you to move in here and save the money you spend on rent and bills.”
“I’m not moving in with you.”
“Twenty bucks on me convincing her to move in by Friday night,” Huck announces loudly, which is followed by hoots and laughs from his brothers who apparently think this is all really fucking entertaining.
Turning to look at Bonnie who is no longer in Beau’s arms, but is now standing in front of him resting against his huge body, I widen my eyes at her imploringly. “I changed my mind, I need that escape plan now.”
Her giggle is loud and mischievous. “Sorry, sweetie, it’s too late for that now, just embrace it, it’s easier and you get loads more sex if you do.”
Scowling at her, I spin around and point at Huck. “I’m demoting you back down to one-night stand.”
“Sure thing, Peaches, whatever you say,” he laughs, turning towards the stove and pulling plates from the warmer.
Throwing my hands into the air, I jump down from the stool I’m sitting on and start to stomp towards Huck’s room but he’s on me in an instant, lifting me off the floor and turning me in his arms. He carries me into the kitchen area, through a door and into a small pantry, then lowers me to the floor with my back pressed against a shelf. “Peaches, calm the fuck down,” he says, his hand finding my butt and kneading the cheeks, which moves the small plug that is still lodged deep in my ass.
“I’m not moving in with you,” I say again, like repeating my declaration will make him get it.
“Don’t worry about that right now. Right now, we’re gonna eat the nice dinner I’ve made, then we’re gonna go back to our room and I’m gonna cuff you to the bed and do what I promised you I would.” His voice lowers and he exhales raggedly against my ear. “I’m gonna use all those sex toys on my own little sex toy. I’m gonna make you scream so loud you can’t speak tomorrow, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll feel me every time you breath, and I’m gonna fill you with so much of my cum you’ll smell like me for a week and I can’t fucking wait.”
My throat goes dry and my pussy clenches, my panties so wet, I’m surprised they haven’t soaked through the yoga pants I’m wearing.
“Is that what you want too?”
I nod.
“Tell me.”
“I want it, everything you just said.”
“Tell me, I want to hear the words.”
Swallowing thickly, I turn my head so I can look at him. “I want you to cuff me to your bed, and use all of my toys on me.”
“Tell me more.”
“I—”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you to make me scream, I want you to fuck me hard and I…” I trail off.
“What else,” he taunts.
“I want you to fill me with your cum,” I rasp.
“Feel how hard I am,” he growls, grabbing my hand and forcing it down to feel his hardness through his pants. “You better eat fucking fast, I need you too much to wait for too long.”
After dragging me from the pantry, he lifts me up onto the counter and leaves me to watch while he quickly plates up nine steaming plates of spaghetti and meatballs with what looks like homemade garlic bread. Then he gets nine bottles of beer from the refrigerator and starts to carry the plates to the table, four at a time like a server in a restaurant. When all the food and beer is on the table, he lifts me down, takes my hand and guides me to a seat, pulling out the chair for me as the rest of the family all take their seats around us.
I’m used to family dinners, I have one once a week, but my family is just me, Mom, Dad and Cam. Having eight other people who are obviously very comfortable with each other all eating together, is loud and unexpectedly intimidating.
“Do you still work in that clothing store?” Granger asks. He seems more reserved than the rest of his brothers, not shy, just maybe a little more serious than the others.
“Yeah, I have done since I graduated high school, I love it.”
“Cora does all the sourcing and buying of all the clothes now. So basically, everything nice I own she picked and styled for me,” Bonnie says, making me blush.
“Oh fuck, are you responsible for the red dress?” Bay asks, chuckling.
“The red dress?” I ask, unsure.
“You know the one with the lace overlay, short, sexy,” Bonnie clarifies, waving her fork dramatically.
“Oh, I love that dress on you. I have it in white. Yeah, that was me,” I grin.
“Oh fuck, you’re screwed, bro,” Bay laughs, leaning over and slugging Huck in the shoulder.
Huck’s eyes heat as he looks me over, then he shakes his head. “You’re never wearing that dress in public.”
I laugh loudly, then look at the rest of the Barnett brothers and laugh even louder. “It is so cute that you think you have any say over what I wear,” I splutter.
“You are fucked,” Cody cough-speaks like a teenager.
“I’m serious, baby, I’ll burn that fucking thing,” Huck snarls.
“That’s fine, but then I’ll just find one, shorter, skimpier and more see through,” I shrug, smiling widely.
Narrowing his eyes at me, Huck turns to Beau. “Does your spanking thing work about clothes you don’t want her to wear?”
My mouth falls open as I stare at them both.
“Honestly, she’d probably put on something to rile me up so I’ll spank her,” Beau says seriously.
“You okay with them discussing this?” I ask Bonnie.
“It’s fine,” she says coldly “He’s sleeping on the couch tonight, and every night, till he learns discussing our sex life with his brothers is an asshole move that gets him some serious blue-balls.” She narrows her eyes at Beau.
“Like hell I am, no space
, no distance,” Beau snaps.
“It’s either me in the bed and you on the couch, or me at my dad’s and you staying the hell away from me,” Bonnie says angrily, getting up from her chair and stomping off towards one of the doors that I’m assuming must lead to their bedroom. Beau pushes his chair back so hard it wobbles and falls backwards to the floor, then follows after her. The door to their room closes with a thud and low arguing starts.
“Look what you did,” I say to Huck, slapping his shoulder.
“Fuck,” Huck sighs, looking genuinely regretful. “Beau is gonna kick my ass tomorrow.”
The rest of dinner is fairly somber until the arguing noises coming from Beau and Bonnie’s room change to fairly obvious sex noises. Then I sway between cringing and giggling, and when I look around the others at the table I can see they all feel the same, even though they’re trying really hard to pretend they can’t hear.
“You guys need to invest in noise cancelling headphones,” I suggest, when Bonnie comes with a scream and I widen my eyes dramatically.
“We’re installing insulation that should make the walls soundproof,” Granger announces, and all the others nod, like it’s been something they’ve all discussed more than once.
Tiding up is more of a group activity and everyone pitches in to help load the dishwasher, clean the table and kitchen, and put all the empty beer bottles into the recycling.
While we’ve been eating, the plug has been a nagging, constant presence, but it hasn’t bothered me, apart from the obvious discomfort of having something stuck up my ass. But now I’m up and moving, the feeling of it sitting deep inside of me has started a longing and need that has my breath turning shallow.
Huck catches my eye, his brow furrowing slightly as his gaze rakes over me as if he’s sensed the change in my mood from across the room. Without a word he closes the distance between us, cups my cheek in one hand and squeezes my ass with the other, pushing the plug deeper and making me groan as a mix of pain and pleasure assault me.
“Night guys,” he calls, his eyes fixed on me.
A chorus of nights follows but I barely hear them as Huck guides me out of the kitchen and into his bedroom. Closing and locking the door behind us, he doesn’t say a word as he lifts my shirt, peeling it over my head and dropping it to the floor. My bra goes next, followed quickly by my yoga pants and panties.
