On each side of her his legs stayed straight, rigid, thigh muscles taut and corded.
“Trust me, Lucas.”
He let out an agonized breath. “I can’t believe I’m doing this shit,” he muttered, his feet sliding back toward his hips until his knees pointed toward the ceiling. With his thighs so wide apart, all his business was spread out before her.
She reached for the plug.
“Wait! Wait, woman…I just…I want you to think about this—”
Stormy pursed her lips to hold in her laughter.
Picking up the lubricant, she coated the butt plug’s surface and pressed the button, bringing the small device to life. The panicked look on Lucas’s face was priceless.
He squeezed his eyes shut. “Aw Jesus,Jesus…” The Lord’s name careened into a high-pitched plea.
Stormy doubled over in laughter. “Oh, come on, you big baby! You’ll barely feel it, it’s so small.”
“It’s virgin territory, woman!” he said, eyes desperate. “Promise me, promise you’ll be gentle, darlin’… go slow, don’t…don’t rush it.”
Stormy wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “Lucas,” she said, attempting sternness.
When he calmed, she trailed the device from the back of his knee, along his inner thigh, and closer to its destination. “You must have done some kind of anal play in the past.”
“Not to me. I’ve done it to them, but not…tell them I’m sorry, oh Lord, I don’t know how folks do this shit.”
“You’ll soon find out.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, pelvis jerking as she slid the vibrator down Bubba’s engorged length and over his balls.
“Oh no, no, no, no, no…” Lucas chanted.
She paused in the act of spreading more lube over his opening. “You want me to stop?”
He nodded, then shook his head, clenching his jaw and expelling breaths as if preparing to give birth. He looked at her and gripped the headboard so hard she swore she heard it splinter, then he nodded again.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Stormy rose to her knees and placed her free hand on Lucas’s chest while the other navigated the vibrating tip just inside Lucas’s body. She bent forward and kissed him deeply, distracting him from the shallow invasion. When his body took the first ball fully inside, he groaned and bucked. She let him get used to the feeling, working her mouth down his neck and chest, sucking his nipples, grazing them with her teeth as Bubba nestled between her breast, oozing with pleasure.
Lucas’s arms grew slack.
“Do not let go,” she warned, lifting her head, looking pointedly at his hands.
He tightened his grip, rivulets of sweat rolling from his forehead to the pillow, his face a portrait of rapturous agony.
“See?” she murmured. “It’s so much better than you ever could have imagined.”
Before he could respond, verbally or physically, she scooted backwards, sliding her hand from his chest down to Bubba’s base which she circled with her palm and fingers and squeezed tightly.
Lucas made a strangled sound as she eased the second, slightly larger ball inside of him. “It’s okay,” she said, tightening her grip on his base to stop him from coming until she wanted him to. “Only one more.”
She took Bubba in her mouth and eased the last ball into his rectum and Lucas seized.
“Whoo Lord!” he shouted, as the vibrations and her ability to give steady, enthusiastic, meticulous head overcame him. The intense sensations and his inability to come made him beg and buck, his hips bowing, surging, but she didn’t relent. She didn’t have to deep-throat Bubba or swallow him whole, she just sucked harder, faster, consuming all she could of him.
“Mon Dieu…” Lucas gasped, and continued to utter other words she couldn’t decipher.
When he began yelling so loud she feared the police would break down the front door, she slid him from her mouth and while holding a very angry-looking Bubba by his base, climbed on top of him.
