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“Change of plans.” He bit his lips and leaned across me. I reached for the dildo at the same time, but he got there first, snatching it off the bed and raising a black brow at it.
“It’s not what you think,” I said pitifully.
He shot me an annoyed look. “It’snota blue cock?”
“No. I mean, yes. It is. But it was just to… test the waters, so to speak.”
“So you’re not replacing me withthis?” His mouth turned down at the corners as he studied it, more thoughtful and less pissed than I would have expected.
“Replacing you?” I stared at him. “Are you kidding me?”
“I don’t kid.”
I snorted. “I know.” Plucking the dildo out of his hands, I slid forward and pressed my lips to his. “I was doing thisforyou,” I murmured as I pulled away, resting my forehead against his.
He ran both hands through my hair and held onto the side of my head gently. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.” I tilted my head back so I could look at him. “I wantyou. And if things went ok with that” — I nodded to the toy — “then you can’t keep telling me ‘no.’”
“Oh, is that so?” He raised both brows at me, like I’d challenged him.
“Yeah. Rule #4. Sex is a mutual decision, whether we’re having it ornothaving it.”
It was his turn to snort and roll his eyes. “You and your fucking rules.” He did, however, take that moment to unholster a gun from the small of his back. Setting it on the nightstand, he retrieved the second one on the other side and the third from his ankle.
Smirking, I reclined in the pillows again and resumed stroking my dick before I lost the hard-on entirely thanks to the interruption. “If you’re going to stay, then lose the clothes too.”
His gaze raked across me, lingering in all his favorite places — my eyes, mouth, abs. Dick, obviously. Unbuttoning his shirt, he watched me stroke myself with a look I hadn’t seen in months — unbridled lust.
As soon as the last stitch of clothing was gone, he pounced. Attacking my mouth with his, he kissed me hard and deep, his cock rubbing against mine eagerly. My mouth was tingling from the wintergreen by the time he moved southward, kissing and biting my neck and chest. It felt like his tongue and teeth marked every inch of me as he slid downward, finally sucking my cock into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” The tingling from his gum was now all over my dick in the best way possible.
He didn’t stop at my dick, though. After a few minutes, he popped off and angled my hips upward, shoving a pillow beneath me. I thought he was just adjusting his position when he proved me absolutely wrong.
The flat of his tongue pressed against my hole, flooding my entire body with more than minty tingles. Every nerve ending was on fire and I gasped like an idiot. He groaned against me, the vibration only adding to the foreign and fucking fantastic feeling.
No matter how much I squirmed or jerked involuntarily, his tongue kept moving — swirling, licking, tentatively probing. I gripped the sheet before I floated away into outer space. “Fuck, Sasha. That feels so fucking good.”
He dragged his tongue from my hole, up over my balls, and back to my cock.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” I groaned, running my fingers through the longer part of his hair on top.
“Good.” He kissed his way downward again, licking and kissing between my cheeks while his finger traced small circles around the rim. Pushing in slowly, he stopped after just a second, letting me breathe while he kissed along the length of my shaft.
The rest of his finger pressed inward, gently twirling and stretching along the inside. He didn’t stop the attention he was lavishing on my dick, working my ass and cock in slow, tortuous tandem.
“I’m good,” I panted, pressing myself down against his hand, torn between wanting the immediate release and wanting to see this experiment through.
At my word, he slipped his finger out and slid two inside, as agonizingly slow as the first time. I knew I couldn’t rush it, but he was fucking killing me. I wanted to get past all of the fear and apprehension of the unknown and get back to feeling normal.
The way his fingers worked inside of me was comforting as much as it was a turn on. He hadn’t suddenly changed his technique on me. I could pretend this was just my first time — instead of my first time sincethen.
Except, he went and withdrew his fingers and replaced it with his tongue again andthatsure as shit didn’t happen before. I don’t know what compelled him to do it, but I wasn’t about to complain — only when the warm, wet persistence of his tongue vanished.
He shifted up onto his knees and reached for the bottle of lube. Instead of smearing it all over himself, though, he coated the dildo with it again.
I furrowed my brows at him. “What are you doing?”
