The First Taste (Slip of the Tongue #2) - Jessica Hawkins Page 0,77

bedspread. My hairline prickles, my body warming with each stroke.

“Good?” he asks.

I answer by gyrating up into his hand.

He stills me. “Not yet. Give me control of your orgasm. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

I try to swallow, but my throat is suddenly dry. I relax back into the mattress. It takes all my concentration not to hump the bed. Without warning, he slides his thumb in my pussy and before I know it, he’s thrusting three slippery fingers in and out of my asshole.

“Jesus,” he mutters. “You should see yourself. You’re making me hard as a rock.”

Flooded with sensations as his fingers work me from both ends, I plead, “Then fuck me. I’m ready.”

He stops massaging, stops searching, and a second later, cool metal slides along the back of my thigh. Will it hurt? Would I mind if it did? He pulls one cheek aside, draws his fingers out, and replaces them with the tip of the plug. He doesn’t linger, but starts working it in, slowly, but without hesitation. He spreads and stretches me. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, but not enough to ask him to stop. “Is it in?” I ask.

“You’ll know.”

He’s right. After a few more pushes, an acute pinch takes my breath away, and then there’s a pull within my body as it accepts the plug. I gasp as my muscles contract around it.

“There,” he murmurs. “Still good?”

I inhale deeply, adjusting to the feeling and the knowledge of getting plumbed by an alien object. He doesn’t give me a chance to think too hard about it. Rising, he guides me up with him until I’m on all fours. I’m about to ask what he’s doing when there’s a familiar pressure between my legs.

“Relax,” he says—I’ve tensed up. “I’ll do all the work. I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. You’ll come apart at the seams.”

“And you?” I ask, taunting him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get mine too.” He tugs me back onto him by my hips, filling me gradually, absolutely. I’m fuller than I’ve ever been, unnervingly so, but as he withdraws and slides back in, pleasure overtakes everything else. “Fuck,” he says.

“What?” I ask, alarmed by the intensity in his voice.

“I can feel the goddamn plug,” he says. “It’s bulging right against my shaft. I’m trying not to come like a fucking teenager.”

I’m distracted by the roundness inside me and the sharp awareness that Andrew’s controlling both of my holes right now. I drop my head between my arms, but he pulls it back up by my hair and his control begins to slip. Skin on skin, the both of us covered in lube, he gets faster, slicker, relentless, until he’s slamming into me, and my entire body is shaking with the need for release.

“Normally, I’d make you wait for your climax,” he says, panting. “But the more relaxed you are when I fuck your ass, the better.”

He takes me right to the edge with his unyielding thrusts and then shoves me over so I’m climaxing mercilessly. At one point, I can’t even hold myself up anymore, and I fall onto the mattress, spent.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, slowing down. “I didn’t even have to put you into position.” Still hard as a rock, he slides out of me while working the plug free. I writhe underneath him with the strangeness of being deflated, emptied after I was so full. He squeezes more lube between my cheeks. “Feels so goddamn amazing to be back inside you,” he says. “I’m barely keeping it together. Don’t worry, I won’t last long.”

Because I’m so turned on, my instinct is to tell him it’s okay if he lasts until the sun rises and sets again, as long as I can come a third, fourth, fifth time—but what if I’m not able to handle it more than a few seconds? What if I can’t reach another climax because it hurts? For a split second, unable to see his face, I’m terrified he’ll be so far gone, he won’t be able stop.

“You must be nervous,” he says. “I’ve never heard you this quiet.”

As soon as I hear his voice, my panic subsides. This is Andrew. He hasn’t given me any reason not to trust him. If he had, I wouldn’t be here at his mercy. “I’m ready,” I say.

“I’ve got you,” he says, somehow knowing what I need to hear. “Remember, if it’s too much . . .”

“I’ll stop you.”

He massages my anus, inserting a couple fingers again, loosening me up even