He smiled at the memory as he lowered himself to lie on his side facing her. “As soon as the door shut behind us, I felt like my feet were nailed to the floor. The look in his eyes…”
Savannah’s eyes traced his neck and shoulders where goosebumps rose on his skin. He squeezed lube on his finger and continued. “I don’t remember if he said a word. I just remember watching him come toward me, seeing his hand come up to touch my face, and I thought I was going to either pass out or vomit. Eventually, I started breathing again, which helped, until he kissed me. Then I was sure I was going to pass out from the blood rushing to my dick that fast.”
He laughed as he ran his hand over his hip, the covers shifting with his arm. Savannah’s gaze followed the movement, narrowing before she sat up and tossed the bedding to the footboard.
“I want to see,” she said.
For the first time in longer than he could remember, Garrick found himself a little embarrassed in a sexual situation. Not even when he’d come in his pants with David that first time had he felt this unsure.
“I, uh…”
Savannah leaned in and kissed him, running her hand over his arm. Encouraging him to go on. With a sigh, he slid his finger between his cheeks and traced the lube over his hole.
She switched to nibbling along his neck and out to his shoulder. He opened his eyes, not at all surprised to find hers already open and fixed on his ass. He took a deep breath before wriggling the tip of his finger inside his body.
“Was that the night you discovered anal sex?”
He laughed. “No. God, we were so young, we ended up slammed against the wall, humping each other like the couple of teenagers we were.”
She smiled. He worked his finger against the tight muscles, his body responding eagerly to his own caress. Shit, he did this often enough that it wouldn’t take much to get him there.
“So when did you learn?”
“Soon after that,” he said with a chuckle, easing his finger free to add more lube, then thrusting it deep. He heard her whimper when he added a second finger. God, if she thought it looked good, what was she going to do when she felt it?
The image that popped into his mind was so enchanting he had to shake his head to dislodge it. He returned to his story.
“David was more experienced. He’d had an older boyfriend in high school. Taught him what no Sex Ed teacher had ever dared to mention.”
“Such as?”
“That you have to stretch the muscles, soften them to prepare for penetration,” he said through clenched teeth as he spread his fingers, his belly clenching at the hint of pain and the flood of pleasure. “If you don’t, you can get hurt.”
She looked away from his hand to meet his gaze. “I’ve heard it can hurt.”
“It can, but it doesn’t have to. The problem is that people aren’t patient.” Even as he said it, his own patience reached its limit and he drew his fingers from the heat of his ass and picked up the plug. “It will take longer for you. I’m more…”
She smiled at his hesitation. “Familiar?”
“God,” he groaned, his hands shaking as he coated the plug with lubricant. She watched him carefully. “I can’t honestly believe I’m about to do this.”
Her eyebrows winged up. “You’ve never done this?”
“Not with an audience. Not while telling said audience about an ex-boyfriend.” He brought the plug behind him and took a couple deep breaths through his nose before pressing the tip against his hole. “I’ve never actually told any woman I’ve dated about the boyfriends.”
Savannah’s startled gaze flicked to his face, but his expression must have told her what she was missing. She immediately looked away and watched in slack-jawed awe as he shoved the thick plug against his straining muscles.
The stretch turned to burn and he stopped, enjoying the high, his eyes closed against the well of pleasure. Hovering there, he felt the edge begin to dull. He gave the anchor another gentle nudge and eased the plug the rest of the way into his ass.
Oh shit, that was good. Grunting, he clamped down around the neck, the anchor doing its job, the kick of his hips bouncing the tip of the plug against his prostate. His breath left him in a hiss, and for a few seconds, all he could do was breathe and try to get himself back under control.
“God, that looks like it feels good,” she murmured.
He opened his eyes, her flushed cheeks and swollen lips tempting him. “It does.”
When she continued to stare at him, he smiled, and for a moment, she looked mildly alarmed. Good. Perhaps it was her turn to recall the old adage about being careful what you wish for.
He tipped her off her elbow and onto her back on the mattress. With a groan, he rolled to his knees between her spread legs and stared down at the bounty before him. Her thighs glistened, her labia flushed and swollen, legs parted to reveal all her secrets. Including the tight pucker of her ass, coated with her own arousal.
Not that he’d rely on that. He grabbed the lube and the plug and put them within reach. His every movement sent a shocking reminder from his stretched rim roaring up his spine. The spacey high of arousal rang like a bell in his skull.
He tamped it back, forcing himself to focus. He had to get this right.
Savannah stared up at him, her face flushed, her hands fisted in the sheets. She looked ready. And nervous. He remembered what a heady combination that could be.
“It wasn’t until about a month later that David and I really started to try some of this stuff,” he said. “We’d frotted like dogs every chance we got, eventually getting to the real exploration with our mouths. Tongues.”
Savannah bit her lip, her cheeks flushing pink. “Did you?”
“Did I what?” He carefully cleaned his hand and applied fresh lube.
“Did you suck his cock?”
The question made him pause, his balls drawing up tighter. God, this was hotter than he’d ever have imagined. “Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
He looked at Savannah, emboldened by her unabashed arousal at his revelations. Her unequivocal acceptance. “Yes. I love it.”
She smiled, almost shyly, if such a thing were possible at this point. “Me, too.”
Their gazes held and they had a moment of perfect communion. Never in his life did he think he’d bond with his girlfriend over that.
Chapter Seventeen
Savannah looked down her body at Garrick kneeling between her knees, his eyes laughing at the revelation that they both liked to give head.
Life was strange and wonderful sometimes.
Maybe there was something wrong with her that she was incredibly turned on by the thought of Garrick with another man, but she didn’t care. For one crazy, decadent, uninhibited night, she wanted to indulge in any damn fantasy that felt good for her and her lover.
Based on the steel pike waving at her from between Garrick’s legs since he’d shoved that ginormous plug in his ass, he was enjoying the hell out of their evening, too.
She wasn’t even nervous about what was to come next. Well, that was what she was telling herself, even as her heart galloped in her chest. The expression on Garrick’s face as he’d pushed his plug home had been pure agony and ecstasy all rolled into one. She was both terrified and desperate to experience it herself.
Garrick cleared his throat, dragging her attention away from his erection and the drop of pre-come she was dying to taste hovering there at the tip.
“David was the one that broached the subject first,” he said, bringing them back to his story. His eyes dropped as she spread her legs wider.
“We were in his bed one night, me on top, our cocks sliding between our bellies and against each other now that we’d introduced lube to the equation.” He smiled a little, flexing his broad shoulders. “Then his hands were on my ass, his fingers digging in and pulling the cheeks apart. I remember thinking, where’s his other hand? and then I felt his finger pressing against my hole.”
As
he said it, she felt it, too. Only it was Garrick’s finger, also lubed up, pressing into her.
She bucked against him, gasping at the dark thrill. Before when he’d touched her like this, she’d been in the throes of passion, on the brink of orgasm. This time she was in her right mind and entirely focused on the wealth of sensations rolling up through her body from her clenching ass.
“He got one finger in me before I knew it and I stopped moving, trying to figure out what the fuck I thought of that.”
She smiled slowly. He winked back.
“That night he gave me a blow job I will never forget, his finger in my ass, thumping my prostate. I came so damn hard, I lost all sense for a few minutes.”
She made a mental note: Do that. She wanted to recreate it for him. And she would, maybe just as soon as he stopped tormenting her. His finger felt thick. Wonderful. Then he started to move, thrusting it in and out. She could do nothing but roll her hips in counterpoint, trying to force him higher. She needed more.
“Before long, we were both all over each other’s asses any chance we got.” His finger moved faster, twisting, the drag of his knuckles making her whimper. “First one finger, then two.”
His second finger brushed along wildly sensitive skin and instinct made her clench.
Garrick didn’t stop his gentle thrusts. His free hand came up and coaxed one of her legs up until her thigh almost touched her chest. She grabbed her knee, holding herself open when he let go.
The angle of his thrusts changed, sending new zings across her body. She watched, fascinated by the play of muscles under his skin, by his broad shoulders and brute masculinity as he loomed above her.
He took her hand and drew her arm above her head. “It might be easier if you have something to hold on to. To push back with,” he murmured, curling her hand around the headboard.
She nodded and gripped the thick wood, her heart pounding at the images his works evoked. He sped up his thrusts, twisting his finger on each retreat, pressing up and down, pressing everywhere. Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed. Waves of pleasure rolled through her.
The second finger slid in and thrust deep. She moaned and arched her back, riding out the stretch. For only a second the burn was pain, then it melted into something dark and hot. Something she’d never felt before but knew immediately she loved. That she’s want again.
Garrick waited patiently while she tried to collect herself, her breathing hectic, her eyes fluttering open long enough to see how carefully he watched her face. She tried to smile but thought maybe she’d failed when his brows drew together.
Shit, please don’t let him stop.
She let out a deep breath and forced her muscles to go lax, only then noticing her spine was still arched above the bed, her back tight. She forced herself to settle back onto the mattress and wriggled against his hand, pleading for more.
The slow drag of his fingers as he pulled them from her body then sank them back in was heaven.
“David knew what he was doing. His hands were magic,” Garrick continued, his voice deeper. His thrusts were gentle, even and relentless. She couldn’t stop the moan coming up from her chest. “We didn’t have any toys, didn’t even know what a butt plug was,” Garrick said with a laugh. “Hell, we were kids, working on mostly instinct and just barely enough information.”
He paused, then pushed higher, deep into her body, and spread his fingers apart. The stretch was intense, coaxing desperate sounds from the back of her throat.
She floated there, not even aware if he was talking for a long time. Her body gave in to his encouragement, her muscles easing, opening to him. When he withdrew his fingers from her body, she was bereft.
“No!” she gasped.
“It took us a good two months to work up to it,” Garrick said. “But eventually, I was begging him to fuck me. God, I wanted to know what that was like so damn bad.”
She imagined a young Garrick pleading with his lover to fuck him and her rim fluttered in sympathy. The quivering edged into a clench when the lube bottle brushed her cheek and coolness flooded her ass.
“He wouldn’t do it until I could comfortably take three of his fingers,” Garrick said as a new pressure bloomed against the ring of muscles guarding her ass. It was the plug, she realized, and it felt huge.
“I started fingering myself before I’d see him, desperate to convince him I was ready.”
He pushed the plug harder and she groaned, burying her face against her arm. She didn’t want him to stop—not easing the plug into her or the story. The image of him fingering himself would be burned in her brain forever.
“Finally he couldn’t hold back anymore.”
Garrick pushed again, then began pumping the plug against her in gentle waves. The little shoves rocking her body on the bed soothed her. As he’d promised, her hold on the headboard was a counterbalance that allowed her to set the pressure. The pace.
He wasn’t making progress nearly fast enough, to her mind, so she started pushing back.
“He made me get on all fours. It can be better that way, the first time, especially if you’re not sure what you’re doing.”
The image Garrick drew made her pant—his ass tipped in the air, waiting for his lover.
“And then he fingered me to hours, I swear to god, until I was sure I was ready, and he still worked on me some more.”
Savannah thought she might lose her mind. When she was sure the plug was going to go all the way in, that it couldn’t possibly get any wider, it would stretch her tighter still and then Garrick would ease back.
“I was begging him, pleading with him to fuck me, sure I would blow the minute he home. Finally he knelt behind me and I felt the press of his cock and the cold lube.”
Savannah’s body clenched with need, aching with emptiness. She used what strength she had left to force herself down on the plug. With a spine-arching zing, pain bloomed and the plug lodged farther into her, opening her. She hung there, stretched wide, her drawn-out moan echoing in the air around them.
God, she never wanted this to end. She was so close and it was so big. Her hips twitched, just a little hiccup against the storm of sensations, and the plug slipped all the way in. She yelped as her muscles clamped down around the neck.
For a long, stunned, moment she lay frozen, staring at the ceiling, the only sound her panting breaths.
“How’s that feel?” Garrick asked in a low voice, his gaze riveted to her ass.
She let go of the headboard and sat up. Her eyes bulged and she squeaked, her weight bearing down on the plug lodged even more deeply into her body.
“Easy, now.” Garrick wrapped his hands around her upper arms. She wasn’t sure if he was holding her still or holding her up.
“Oh, wow.”
He chuckled. “Good, oh wow?”
“Uh, yeah, oh wow. But I’m not sure I can move again. I feel so…full. It’s strange. Different.”
“Good strange and different?”
“Fucking amazing strange and different.”
He grinned before leaning in to capture her lips with his own. The kiss was slow, making her already spinning head feel like it was going to float right off her shoulders.
He pulled back and she noticed how he knelt, his knees wide, his heels tucked beneath him so his ass couldn’t touch the bed.
“How do you keep your shit together, feeling like this?”
He groaned. “If you so much as breathed near my dick right now, I’d blow.”
She laughed, the sound becoming choked when her shaking body did fascinating and unspeakably erotic things with the plug jammed in ass.
She looked up at him, breathless. “Please.”
Savannah probably didn’t even know what she was asking for, but Garrick had about a thousand ideas on how to give it to her.
His thighs shook when he tried to move across the bed, forcing him to stop and plant his hand on the mattress. Head bowed, he tried to pull himself together.
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bsp; Fuck, he was a mess. A big, happy, fucking mess.
Somehow he managed to crawl to the head of the bed. He shoved a bunch of pillows against the headboard, turned, and eased himself down onto his ass. Oh Jesus, he thought hysterically as he brutally clenched his dick in his hand and squelched the overwhelming need to bounce on that fucking plug until he came. When he finally had his full weight on the mattress, the plug forced high inside him, he released his stranglehold on his junk and opened his eyes.
Savannah’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
“It’s really not funny,” he grumbled. Next time he’d let her fuck herself with the butt plug and then put one in him and see how she felt when it was over.
God, just the idea had him grabbing his dick again, giving his sac a sharp tug.
She laughed. “Oh yes, it is. Look at us. When was the last time you had this much fun?”
“Never,” he answered immediately.
Her smile faded a little. “Me, either.” She carefully got to her hands and knees and struggled toward him on shaky arms and legs. She didn’t stop until her forehead was pressed to his. “Thank you.”
“For what?” His eyes closed against the picture she made on all fours above him, her breath hot on his cheek.
“For trusting me. For being someone I can trust.”
He smiled, nodding against her. There were few people on earth he had told about David, but no matter how it turned out with Savannah in the long run, he would always be grateful for this and that she was one of them.
He pressed his lips to hers, pouring his emotion into the kiss, and hoped she’d understand.
She responded, as always, passionately, and the slow slide of tongues quickly turned frantic. If her body felt half the chaos his was battling, they were running out of time. Hands unsteady, he ripped open another condom packet and sheathed himself.
Wrapping a hand around her hip, he guided her to straddle him, their kiss never ending, not even easing, as she lowered herself and trapped his cock between them. She rolled her hips and moaned, coating him with her arousal.
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