“You wouldn’t.”
“Wanna try?”
I swallowed my bite. “No.”
“Too scared?”
“No. I’m just not doing another competition with you.”
That shut him up.
We ate the rest of dinner in silence. I was finishing up my last piece of asparagus when he spoke.
“What are you doing tonight?” The question was innocuous enough, but something about the way he said it — his studied blank expression — made me pause.
“What’s it to you?”
“It’s just a question. Jeez.”
“Just chilling.” I thought of the dildo waiting for me. “I’ll probably have an early night.”
“Yeah?” His gaze lingered.
The back of my neck suddenly felt itchy. “Yeah.” I got to my feet. “Thanks for the food.” Then, because my mother taught meto have some manners, even with crazies like Taylor, I said, “I’ll wash.”
I took his plate and cleaned up, including the pan and utensils he’d left by the stove. In my bedroom, I grabbed my shower stuff, and the dildo, which I needed to clean. After showering, I washed the toy thoroughly in the sink, then hid it in my bundle of clothes, so there was no chance of Taylor accidentally seeing it when I left the bathroom. It didn’t matter, though. He wasn’t in the living room anymore.
Once in bed, with the door locked and the curtains drawn, I inspected the toy, wrapping my fingers around the girth. Maybe it was too big. Now that I was looking at it up close, I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to get it inside me.
But Taylor had done it. Yes, it had been uncomfortable at the beginning, but the pleasure was worth it.
Fuck it. I’d spent the money, I’d waited patiently for it to arrive, and now there was nothing else to do but try it out.
I squirted a generous amount of lube all over the toy, focusing especially on the blunt head. I slicked up my fingers too, and reached down, ignoring my hardening dick. Instead, I pressed my fingers against my entrance and rubbed slow circles. Deep breaths. My heart rate was picking up, either from excitement or nervousness or both. I couldn’t let myself get overwhelmed, though. I had to stay in the mood.
Sexy thoughts, Archie. Think sexy thoughts.
That wasn’t very hard. Getting fucked. Getting pounded. Watching my cock leak all over my tummy. Being stretched out and filled up, and I was definitely not thinking about the person doing the fucking. This fantasy was all about me.
I eased a finger inside myself and took a moment to adjust, then added another, feeling around the walls. After taking my fingers out before they got cramped, I picked up the toy, pressing the head against my hole, and — okay, it was definitely waybigger than two fingers. I forced myself to relax, taking deep breaths as I slowly pushed the dildo into me.
Only when about two inches were in did I realise how hard I was gritting my teeth. This was difficult. Why was it so difficult? It had been easy with Taylor. He just pushed in, and it was like my body opened up for him.
Right now, I wasn’t hurting, exactly, but I was sweating, and not in a sexy way. This didn’t feel like it had that night — like puzzle pieces slotting together just right. No, this felt like I was pushing a foreign object into my asshole.
Fuck’s sake. I wasn’t about to be defeated. I just needed to get more of the toy into me, and hit that sweet spot.
Sexy thoughts, sexy thoughts, sexy thoughts,I repeated internally as I pressed the toy in deeper. What kind of sexy thoughts? I imagined a pretty girl with perky breasts, but that image dissolved, replaced with broad shoulders and defined arms. Ink black hair, sweaty at the roots. A long, thick cock, pink and swollen at the tip —
Another inch of the toy slid into me, and my eyes snapped open as I felt that familiar pressure, making my previously wilting cock begin to stiffen.
Fuckingfinally.
The sensation was nice, but I wasn’t in the mood to enjoy it. I needed to come. Adjusting my grip on the base of the dildo, I thrust it in and out of me, my abs tightening with each movement. It was good. Really good.
Five minutes later, though, my wrist hurt and I needed more. I looked down at the obscene sight of the silicone object pushed inside of me. My eyes caught on the suction base.
I looked around my room. No where on my bed would work. I needed a flat surface.
