by Andria Large
"I can't imagine what else you could have gotten me; this is really all I need."
"Yeah, well, this is what I got yesterday when I was with my brothers." I snort.
"Oh god," he grunts and tears off the wrapping paper.
Shea barks out a laugh as he lifts the box up to get a better look at it. "A vibrating prostate massager?"
I shrug. "Figured we could try it."
"Who's idea was this?" He chuckles.
"To go to the toy store or to get that?" I smirk.
"I know whose idea it was to go to the store." Shea laughs. "Who picked this out?" he asks, waving the box.
"I picked it out."
His eyebrows shoot up. "Yeah?"
I nod. "Apparently, we're the only ones who don't use toys during sex," I tell him.
"No shit?"
"Yep."
"Hmm. Well, okay then. I'm up for trying it."
"Do you think we need it? Has sex become boring?" I frown. The thought has been irking me ever since buying it.
Shea's brow furrows as he looks over at me. "Babe, seriously? Is that why you bought this? Because you think that maybe I think that sex with you has gotten boring?"
I blow out a breath and rake a hand through my hair. "I don't know, maybe? It seems like the rest of my brothers have incorporated things into their sex life a while ago to spice things up, make things different."
"And since when do we follow whatever your dumbass brothers are doing?" Shea huffs.
"Never, but it just made me second guess whether or not you're still having fun with me. I mean, it has been ten years."
Shea sets the box back on the table then gently takes the ukulele and does the same with it before taking my shoulders and turning me to face him. "Christian, we can go another ten, twenty, fifty years without bringing a toy into the bedroom and I will always have fun and enjoy sex with you."
"Really?"
"Yes really. Now fifty-one years? Forget it, that's my cut off," he teases.
I grin and roll my eyes.
"Will this toy be fun to try? Probably. But we don't have to if you really don't want to," he says, ducking his head to catch my gaze. "Okay?"
I nod. "Okay. But I do want to try it."
"Okay," he says, his smile turning mischievous. "Let’s try it then."
******
Shea and I head up to the bedroom. Shea slaps my ass on the way up the stairs. At the top, he wraps himself around me from behind, pressing his already hard cock into my ass crack. I have the box, so both his hands are free to roam. One hand slips up under my shirt while the other snakes down to cup me through my pants. I hum my pleasure as we make our way down the hall to our room. We don't bother shutting the door since we're alone. Shea pushes me onto the bed, face down.
"I think I'm going to use my new toy on you first," he growls.
I glance over my shoulder at him. "But I was going to use it on you."
"It's my toy; I get to say who it gets used on first."
I give him a dirty look. "Fine," I huff.
"Climb up farther onto the bed and get undressed," Shea demands as he goes to work on opening the toy.
I push up from my stomach and turn onto my back so I can get undressed. By the time I'm naked, he's got the toy up and running. It looks like a short wand with an angled egg on the end; you push a button on the base to turn it on.
"Aren't you going to get undressed?" I ask him.
"Not yet," he replies nonchalantly. "I want you to turn over, face to the mattress with your ass in the air," he says, his blazing brown eyes meeting mine.
A thrill shoots through me and my stomach flutters. I always like when Shea goes all alpha on me, it's so fucking hot. I do as I'm told. I turn over, rest my face on the mattress and get onto my knees, effectively putting my ass on display for him. I hear him moan from behind me as the bed dips when he climbs onto it. I hear the side table drawer open and close, and then I hear the snap of the lube bottle being opened. I jolt when the cold, slick liquid slides down between my ass cheeks.
A faint buzzing reaches my ears just before Shea touches the toy to my taint, catching the lube that's sliding down. I jerk from the foreign feeling of the vibrations. Shea's big hand finds one ass cheek and pulls me apart. He slowly runs the toy from my balls all the way up to the top of my crack, going extra slow over my hole. It's a whole new sensation, and I'm not sure what to think about it.
Shea uses his fingers to spread my hole open a bit wider then uses the toy to run circles around the exposed rim. My breathing becomes shallower and my dick hardens. Okay, I've decided, it feels really good. I push back a little, wanting more.
"I'm sorry, did you want something?" Shea asks.
"More," I moan.
"Not yet, babe." His voice holds so much promise of pleasure that it sends shivers down my spine.
I whimper as he drags the toy down to my balls again, but instead of stopping, he keeps going, all the way down the underside of my cock. I suck in a sharp breath when the vibrations hit that one sensitive spot on the underside, just at the base of the head. Shea teeth graze one of my ass cheeks before he gives it a bite. I groan. He's trying to kill me, I'm sure of it. He runs the massager up and down my cock a few times before I can't take it anymore.
"Shea," I plead, my voice muffled because I'm biting the sheet.
My whole body is on fire and thrumming with the need to come. After slowly dragging the toy back up to my ass, Shea finally has some mercy on me and pushes the head of the vibrator inside of me. I shout around the sheet between my teeth.
"Shit, that's hot," Shea hisses.
He works the vibrator in deeper, searching for that sweet spot. When he finds it, a guttural cry rips up my throat and I curl my back. The feeling of the vibrations against my prostate is almost too much to handle. Shea smooths his hand over my ass and up my back as he whispers words of encouragement, his other hand still working the vibrator.
My cock is harder than it's ever been and it's throbbing to the point where I know if I touch it, I'm a goner, and this feels too good for it to be over just yet. I grip the sheets in my fists and smash my face into the mattress, crying out in ecstasy.
"Baby, your cock is leaking so fucking much. It’s so fucking hot," Shea pants, his hot breath on the small of my back.
I just groan in response because my brain is not functioning enough to make words. I feel Shea shift behind me, but I have no idea what's he's doing until I feel his tongue at my rim. He's now licking me as he's fucking me with the toy. It's just too much for one guy to handle. My already building orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks. Instead of come shooting out like it normally does, it just runs out and onto the bed in what seems like a never-ending stream. My whole body trembles and convulses, my mouth open in a silent scream. I don't even know how long it goes on for, but I eventually find myself flat on my stomach, vibrator no longer inside of me, panting heavily.
Shea smooths his hand over my hair and kisses me on the temple. "Holy shit, babe. That was crazy," he murmurs softly.
He has no idea.
I can't move, let alone reply. His hands run down my back, making my overly sensitive body twitch. His fingers find my hole and he rubs circles around it. I groan low and long.
"Can I fuck you, Chris?" Shea asks.
I can only move enough to give him a thumbs up. He chuckles and starts tearing off his clothes.
"That was so fucking sexy to watch. I wanna be inside of you so bad," he murmurs.
I hear the lube bottle again then Shea is nudging my thighs apart with his knees. The warm head of his cock rubs some lube over my hole before he pushes forward. I'm so relaxed that he just slides right in. I gasp, reaching back to clutch his thigh. Everything is still so sensitive, which is making him feel bigger than normal. Shea grabs my hips as he glides in and out of me. If it's even possible, I feel like my orgasm is building again.
"Fuck, Chris, you feel so fucking good." Shea moans.
"Shea,"
I gasp.
He continues his assault, his hips snapping, plunging himself in as deep as he can go. I claw at his thigh. It's too much. My whole body is coiling tighter and tighter, building me up to the point of exploding. The noises coming out of me are something I've never heard before. With each thrust, my cock, which is wedged between the sheet and myself, glides through the first mess I made; it’s ramping up the intensity of what I know is going to be another mind blowing orgasm.
Shea shifts slightly, and on the next thrust, he hits my prostate. My cock explodes, this time shooting hot jets of cum all over the sheet and my stomach. I let out a strangled cry and clutch at the sheets. Shea is panting heavily behind me as he continues to pump into me, his movements becoming frantic.
"Holy fuck, babe, your hole is squeezing me so fucking tight," he breathes.
A few more thrusts and I can feel him pulsing inside of me. He groans, his fingers tightening on my hips. When he's done, he drops his body down onto mine and litters the back of my neck with soft kisses.
"Sanka, ya dead yet?" Shea says in a Jamaican accent.
"Ya mon," I reply, my voice muffled because my face is half smashed into the bed.
Shea laughs, kisses the back of my neck one more time before slowly and gently pulling out. "Come on, let’s take a shower. I'm sure you're a mess."
"Honestly, I can't move, I have no energy left," I grumble.
"Well, you can't just lay there in a puddle of jizz." He snickers.
"You go," I mutter, barely able to wave my arm at him. "Go on without me, save yourself."
Shea laughs. "Alright, you rest while I shower, maybe by the time I get out, you'll be functional again."
"I doubt it."
******
~Shea~
I leave Christian to go take a shower. Fucking hell, that was some amazing sex. Christian looked fucking glorious during the whole thing. Our sex life was never boring, but it sure as hell just got a lot more interesting.
After a quick shower, I dry off; wrapping the towel around my waist, I head back into the bedroom. Christian is out cold; he hasn't moved an inch from where he was when I left. He can't stay there, though, he'll be glued to the sheet. I go over to the bed and try to wake him. I shake his shoulder, call his name, and even tickle his side, but the dude is out. Alright, guess I'm going to have to do this with him asleep. I go back into the bathroom and grab a wet rag. Back in the bedroom, I roll Christian over and clean him off. Not even a twitch from him. I watch his chest for a minute to make sure he's still breathing, and he is. He had some seriously big orgasms and they must have knocked him the fuck out. Can't wait for my turn!
I laugh to myself as I pull the sheet off the one side of the bed. I fold it over then roll Christian onto the bare mattress then pull the rest of the sheet off. I do the same for putting a new one on; I put half on, roll him onto it, and then put the rest on. After that's all said and done, I climb into bed next to him and pull the covers up over us. I snuggle up next to Christian, watching him as he breathes, his plump lips parted slightly. I brush the backs of my fingers over his stubbled cheek, still in awe that he's mine. Leaning down, I give him a soft kiss on his slack lips before dropping my head to my pillow and falling asleep.
The next morning I wake up to the smell of breakfast being made. Christian is obviously gone from the bed, so I get up, grab a pair of underwear, and then go to the bathroom before heading downstairs.
When I walk into the kitchen, I find Christian at the stove cooking bacon, eggs, and pancakes in just his underwear. I shuffle over to him, wrap my arms around his waist from behind, and kiss the back of his shoulder.
"Morning," I mumble sleepily.
"Morning," he says, sending me a small smile.
"How you feeling? All rested?"
Christian chuckles low. "I think so. Sorry for falling asleep on you like that; I just couldn't function after everything."
"Hey, I'm not complaining. It was sexy as hell seeing you like that."
Christian hums, flipping the pancake that's cooking in a pan.
"Smells delicious," I murmur, kissing the spot where his neck and shoulder meet.
"It's almost done. Why don't you get some plates out?"
"On it."
I leave my gorgeous husband to get out some plates. I place them on the table then get us each a fork and knife. Next is coffee; I pour us each a mug, mix them the way we like, and then set them on the table by our plates. Christian brings over a couple of platters of food a few minutes later. We sit down across from each other and put food on our plates.
"Thanks for breakfast, baby." I smile.
"Mmm, I felt like I had to make up for crashing on you last night."
"Please, Chris. Last night was fantastic. You didn't have to make up for anything."
He smiles sheepishly. "It was, wasn't it?"
"Definitely, and I can't wait until you try that thing on me."
Christian laughs low and shakes his head. "It was incredible."
"Glad Sebastian dragged you to that toy store now?"
The lopsided grin on my husband's face says it all.
******
When we pull up to Christian's parents’ house to pick the kids up, we see that everyone is here. Looks like we'll be staying for a while; the kids never want to leave when their cousins are around.
Christian walks in first and I follow closely behind. The living room is full of thirteen screaming kids ranging in age from fifteen to four. Of course, the fifteen year old is Ethan, and he seems to be pretending to be some kind of monster that's chasing the younger kids back and forth.
Greyson, who is five now, spots us first and comes running over. He gives us each a quick hug before running back into the mosh pit. Skylar, who is ten, just smiles and waves at us. It's already starting; she's pulling away. We're not cool anymore. She’s started rolling her eyes, and her attitude is going to be the death of me. Christian handles her better than I do. I end up getting royally pissed off really quickly and yelling at her.
We make our way through the kids to the kitchen where the adults are hanging out. We greet everyone, handing out hugs and claps on the back. When I get to Sebastian, he gives me a huge stupid ass grin.
"Hey, buddy. How was your night last night?" he asks.
I cock an eyebrow at him. "Do you really want to know?"
His smile fades and he gives me a wary look. "I don't know, do I?"
"You want details?"
"Fuck no!" he squawks in horror.
I laugh. "It was a really good night, thanks."
"Dickhead," he grumbles, giving me a shove.
We stay for a few hours, talking and laughing, before gathering up the kids and going home. The kids run off to play when we walk in the door and Christian goes to the kitchen to make dinner. I follow him so I can help. I like cooking together, it's fun.
Christian and I are laughing over something that was said at his parents when Skylar comes running into the kitchen.
"Dad! Greyson won't leave me alone! He keeps trying to turn me into a frog with the wand he found!"
Christian and I both freeze. We look at each other with wide eyes. Skylar's not big into princesses anymore, so she doesn't have any toy wands. I rack my brain, trying to remember where I left our toy. I cleaned it in the bathroom and...
"Holy fucking shit! I left it on the bathroom counter to dry!"
At the same time, Christian and I drop what we're doing and go scrambling to find Greyson. We find him up in his room, waving the sex toy around like a magic wand. He sees us and smiles brightly, pointing the toy at us.
"Abracadabra!" he shouts, and then frowns in disappointment when nothing happens to us. "I think it's broken. You were supposed to turn into frogs."
I rush in and snatch the toy out of his hand. "Sorry, bud. This isn't for you to play with."
I pass it to Christian who takes it and disappears down the hallway to our room. I know he will find a good hiding spot for it.
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"Hey! Why can't I play with it?" Greyson pouts.
"Because it's not a toy," I blurt out. Not a toy for kids anyway. Ugh, god, it feels so wrong!
"It looks like a toy, though," he argues.
"It's not, it's a...it's a massager for daddy's neck, so you can't play with it," I mutter and walk out of the room before he can argue any more.
I go into my bedroom and shut the door, locking it behind me. Christian is sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands covering his nose and mouth, his eyes still wide. He looks at me and shakes his head.
I burst out laughing, unable to control myself. Christian continues to shake his head.
"This is not funny, Shea! I'm fucking mortified!"
"They have no idea what it really is, so don't worry about it. I told Grey it was a neck massager."
Christian groans and flops back onto the bed. "That was my worst nightmare."
I walk over to the bed and lie down next to him. "You have to admit, it was pretty damn funny, though."
"Oh god, Sebastian will piss his pants," Christian says, finally chuckling.
I bark out another laugh. "I'm gonna call him right now!"
Christian laughs and I roll over, putting myself on top of him. I give him a kiss on the lips. "Crisis averted. We just have to be more careful next time."
Christian nods. "Definitely."
I kiss him one more time before we both get up and go back downstairs to finish dinner. This is definitely one Valentine's Day I will never forget!
~Sebastian & Raelynn~
~Sebastian~
I'm on the phone with Shea and about to pee my pants. He's telling me how Greyson found the toy that Christian bought and tried using it as a magic wand. I wanna fucking die. It has to be the funniest thing I've heard in ages. I'm sitting in the spare room of our house, which we turned into an office, lounging in the chair behind the desk with my feet kicked up onto it. I swipe the tears running down my face.
"Oh god, Shea, that's hysterical. Did Christian have a heart attack?"
