Wrenching me backward, he takes my elbows out from under me. When I fall flat, he crowds in and yanks my hips up, pinning my knees and calves in place with his weight. "Relax, Little Fawn."
“I’m not a goddamn helpless deer.” I throw my head back, aiming for his face. He’s already gone and retaliates by shoving my neck down.
Something clicks, and I strain my head around, ignoring the pain in my neck.
“Just the lube.” He squirts some clear goop onto his fingers, then sticks them between my butt cheeks, rubbing and bumping and slicking them up my asshole.
“Fuck.” My back arches when his finger pets my asshole in little circles.
“Jesus, forgot how tight you are. Purr for me, Cal.”
I hide my face in the mattress, shaking my head and holding my breath when he pushes the finger inside.
He swirls it, pulling against the muscle and stretching my hole before sliding in deeper, and I start to hyperventilate.
“Said purr.” He bites down into the flesh of my butt as he wiggles his finger around, and . . . Holy fuck! It brushessomething inside that sends a heady pulse of liquid heat into my groin.
“Shit. Fuck. Oh, fuck.”
He nails the spot again. And again. And again.
One finger becomes two, and when the tight burn fades some, he begins a steady rhythm—sliding and curling his fingers to stoke a slow fire in my belly.
I moan, pushing back, bewildered by the growing pleasure. Even my balls ache.
Why don’t I remember feeling like this the first time?
Sure, there had been zings here and there, though the whole encounter didn’t really take long. Yeah, he took a few minutes to “prep” me, but Mac pretty much bent me over the table and railed me hard from behind until he spurted in my ass. It was over so fast, I wouldn't have come at all except that he'd draped over my back after—panting and sweating—and jerked me off.
Maybe if it had been longer, I would’ve found out more about this spot, the one making me come undone for him.
“Knew you were a horny slut.” He bites me again. “So desperate. Needy. Easy.”
I push back against his fingers more earnestly, the pleasure building right behind the base of my dick.
“Look at you. Can’t even think straight, can you? That's why you nearly got yourself killed.” His fingers pull out, and I whine loudly.
Only, his words finally sink in. I turn my head over my shoulder. “Fuck you.”
A hard slap lands on the back of my thigh, the stinging pain like licks of flames, causing me to yell out.
“Don’t take my kindness for granted, Cal. Keep it up, and I will hurt you.” He grabs my balls and rolls them in his palm before squeezing. “Say please if you want me to continue.”
I shake my head.
"Okay. Well, this could have gone differently. So that's on you."
The bed creaks as he gets up, grabbing a towel and something else from the nightstand that he tosses on the foot of the bed. He shoves the towel under me. “Already dripped precum all over my blanket but don’t need you makin’ more of a mess on it.”
My cheeks and neck blaze with heat. “Can you not make fun of me?”
“Not makin’ fun. Just stating a fact, being you’re tryin’ to back out of our deal. You took my cock the last time. But since you don’t want it this time, fine. I can work with that.”
He picks up the object from the foot of the bed, then spreads my cheeks apart.
Something cold and smooth spears into my hole, stretching it wide before settling inside me, hard and foreign for all of five seconds before it hums to life.
“What the fuck!” I shout and writhe as an endless vibration assaults the perfect spot inside. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
