Jules
I study him, trying to piece together the puzzle. He’s obviously got something up his sleeve. “What do you have in mind?”
“I’ll show you.” He shifts until I’m lying against him, my back to his front in a near spooning fashion. I’m not sure what he’s planning to do, but I’m too distracted by the throb between my legs and the heaviness of his cock against my ass to care. I’m desperate for him and will do anything he asks.
“Do you have a vibrator?” One arm bands around my chest, thumb flicking a nipple as he parts my thighs. As soon as I’m spread open with his legs nestled between mine, he teases my clit.
“Y-yes.” I haven’t used it ages, but I have one—a gift from Les on my last birthday. “It’s in the nightstand.”
“Do you have lube to go with that vibrator?”
“Uh-huh.”
He moves long enough to get into my drawer then settles behind me again, items in hand. The lube is dropped somewhere on the bed, but he pushes the vibrator inside me, and the strong motor sends my spine into an endless arch. I press my ass against his erection.
“Have you ever been fucked anally?” He inches the vibrator out before sliding it back in, and I shake my head, eyes wide.
“Have you ever wanted to try it?”
“I’ve never…thought about it.” But now I’m thinking about it, and I’m stunned that the idea is…more arousing than I thought it would be. Maybe it’s the waves of vibrations going through my most intimate place, but the thought of doing something so dirty and forbidden with Cash makes me clench around the toy.
“I need to come,” I plead with a whimper, hips moving in time to the pace of his hand. He’s all but fucking me with the vibrator. I squeeze my butt cheeks at the thought of his cock penetrating between them.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, adjusting the toy to the lowest setting. “I want to fuck you in the ass, if you’ll let me.”
“Will it hurt?”
“A little at first, but I’ll make it feel really fucking amazing, Jules.” Turning my face toward his, he claims my mouth, tongue slipping past my lips in languid licks while the pace of the vibrator slows to a crawl. The heat building between my thighs is cooling, allowing time to prolong this, to consider doing other things.
Things I’ve never done before.
Things I only want to experience with him. Never anyone else. Perhaps, that’s the most thrilling reason of all.
“Okay,” I whisper, breaking the kiss.
He sucks in a breath. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I trust you.”
We fail to move for several seconds, gazes locked on each other. I’m lost inside our connection when he grabs the bottle of lube.
“I cherish your trust in me.” He squirts a generous dollop into one palm then takes his cock in hand, preparing himself. Gently moving me to my side, he spreads my cheeks and presses the head of his shaft against my backside, instructing me to relax as he probes my tight hole. Slowly, he pushes the tip inside.
I hiss a breath through clenched teeth, but after a few seconds, the ache fades to a tolerable level, and he amps up the vibrations again.
“How does it feel?”
“Weird.”
“We’ll go slow. I’m barely inside you yet.” He grabs my hip, pulling me closer as he sinks in a little further. “Focus on how good the vibrator feels.” He quickens the pace of the toy, and his mouth devours my neck, teeth nipping sensitive flesh as he kisses his way to my shoulder. I shutter my gaze and give myself over to the varying sensations rioting through me.
The increasing pressure in my ass, accompanied by a burn I can’t escape—a burn that intensifies the deeper he pushes inside—yet something about it feels incredible.
The fullness in my bottom.
The utter wrongness of the act.
And the heat of his hands, which seem to be…everywhere.
On my nipples, teasing my clit, gripping my throat.
“Are you okay?” He breathes the question against my skin, inducing a body-wide shudder.
“Uh-huh.” The affirmation comes out at a high-pitch, followed by another uncontrolled mewl.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little,” I gasp. “But it feels so good.”
He gains another inch, and I gasp again.
“Press your thighs together. Don’t let it slip.”
I do as he says, and the vibrator is snug in my pussy, driving me to new heights as my insides stretch to accommodate his penetration. With a final push, he lodges his cock inside my ass, and I stretch even further, taking his girth until he owns my body in a way no one’s owned it before.
“Jules,” he hisses, teeth scraping over my shoulder. “Fuck, your ass is tight. I’ll never get enough. Never.”
Our bodies find mutual rhythm, meeting in perfect tandem. Sweat breaks out at my temples, slides down my cheeks. Tears seep from my eyes. Cash sets the pace, the depth, and the sensation of him moving inside me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. Allowing him to take me like this binds me to him in a way I can’t explain. A way I barely understand.
I’m overcome.
There’s no other word for it.
I’m all twisted up, my body and soul launched into deep space. And he’s right there with me, locked inside the bubble of our intimacy. The profoundness of this moment is soul-changing.
I’ll never be the same again, and I don’t think he will be either.
A climax tears through me with such violence that I screech his name, thighs mashed together to milk the vibrator for all it’s worth. He thrusts inside my ass, a man on a mission to own me completely, and commands me to open my eyes. Demands that all-consuming connection between us as he nears orgasm.
“So damn good. Jesus, Jules.” He pumps one last time then stalls on a resonant groan. There’s no withdrawing this time, no latex separating us. He comes with a gruff cry, jerking deeper until he’s emptied everything he is inside me.