Joke’s on You by Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,63

in our exuberance, my breasts had slipped free of my tank.

When he’d flipped me over, it was to find one nipple peeking out the side, and the other breast practically hanging out the top.

I left the shirt alone and watched avidly as he moved to the side table.

He came back with some lube, and my breathing went frantic.

Oh, God.

We were going to do this.

“Have you ever done that before?” I asked breathlessly.

He tossed the bottle of lube on the bed beside my shoulder, then shook his head slowly.

“No,” he admitted. “But I’ve watched it done on porn. Read that scene. And thought about it and you quite frequently.” He paused. “I just didn’t know if you were interested in that kind of thing. We’re new, and I didn’t want to go showing my sexual deviancies quite yet.”

That kind of thing being anal.

Normally, I wasn’t into that.

At least, that was, I wasn’t against reading about it.

Anal excited me—the prospect of it anyway. But I wasn’t one to like pain with my sex—at least, I didn’t think I was.

The idea of doing that with Booth, though?

It had my heart pounding a frantic beat inside my chest, and it also had my pussy clenching on nothing but air.

I was so wet that he could probably work himself completely inside of me right now without having to try like he usually did.

And Jesus Christ, him standing there, hand on his cock as he slowly stroked it, waiting for my reaction to his words? That turned me on more than anything else could.

“Roll over onto your hands and knees,” he ordered.

I didn’t even hesitate. One second I was flat on my back, and the next I was on my belly, looking over my shoulder at him.

I did as he said, moving into almost the identical position that he’d taken me in earlier, and went up onto my knees.

I bit my lip when I felt the bed dip behind me.

I was so excited that when his hand touched my thigh, I jumped.

“Relax,” he ordered. “I’d never hurt you.”

I was so far from relaxed that I was on a completely different spectrum.

“Have you ever experimented?” he asked. “Touched yourself there?”

I had.

I’d even put a plug up there before when I’d masturbated.

I’d been curious as to what it would feel like.

And I’d never done it again because honestly, the orgasm had kind of blown me away.

He chuckled when I shivered as his hands smoothed up the length of my back, pushing my tank top up with them as he went.

The drag of the soft fabric against my skin had me breathing out roughly.

Seconds after he moved the shirt out of his way, he was dropping kisses down the length of my spine.

Then his tongue followed, making me practically melt into the bed.

His hands moved to my ass and he gripped my cheeks, spreading them apart as he pressed more kisses down my spine.

Then one hand moved, and a finger dragged along the crack of my ass, not quite touching my asshole, but skimming along the side of it.

I was wet.

Boy, was I wet.

So wet, in fact, that at first I hadn’t quite realized it.

Then he moved until his finger was swirling in the wetness along my entrance, and I got a little bit embarrassed.

“So wet,” he growled. “Was this me from earlier? Or was it you reading the book? Thinking about me doing this to you?”

Both.

It was both.

I hadn’t cleaned him all the way out of me.

I couldn’t without taking a shower.

I’d be dripping him for hours yet.

Something in which I told him in the next moment.

“But,” I replied after saying those exact words to him. “The idea of that? Of you doing it to me? It’s really exciting.”

He chuckled darkly against my skin, momentarily making me question my actions.

Was this a good idea?

Because, just sayin’, but Booth wasn’t a small man.

And that particular orifice had always been an ‘exit only’ kind of body part my entire life.

But then his hands started moving again, his rough callused hands smoothing up and down the length of my thighs, over the expanse of my back, and as far up my belly as he could reach without practically leaning over me.

God, I loved his hands.

They were work-roughened hands. Not soft. Definitely not something that I would think that I would love when he touched me.

I mean, his hands were almost to the point of needing attention—his calluses were plentiful and rough.

I’d once suggested lotion to him, and he’d rolled his eyes