“What’s that?” I can’t help asking. “A tiny beg I hear?”
He bites my shoulder. “Close your eyes.”
I do. He keeps working me. It is, in a way, relaxing. Like a very hot massage. I feel something touch my thigh and realise I’m so wet I’m dripping. Alec makes a low rumble of approval as he notices too, and pauses briefly to dip his head and lick my juices right off me. My breath catches as he mouths at my soft flesh. “Am I ready now?” I ask hopefully.
He slips a hand between my cheeks, and I feel a finger touch against my back hole. “Aye. Good girl. You relaxed so well for me.” The praise washes through me, warming me through to my toes. “I’m going to open you up now, okay?” I hear the snap of the bottle cap again. Then his right hand goes back to my sex, resuming the gentle touches, as his left roves higher, to my arse.I breathe in sharply as I feel the coldness of his finger press against my arsehole.
“Close your eyes,” he reminds me.
I do, breathing in the warm scent of firewood. His fingertip massages my hole slowly. For a long while, it’s just that—him stroking my sex and massaging my behind simultaneously. I’m getting hotter and wetter as he plays between my legs, soaking his fingers.
“This is very impressive,” I manage, feeling myself flutter and twitch against his ministrations. “Are you ambidextrous?”
He laughs. Eventually, finally, I feel the slick press in my behind as he gently slides his fingertip past the first ring of muscle. A moan drags out of me at the stretching sensation.
“Shh,” he soothes, pushing in deeper. “Shh. Doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No,” I say, twisting. I want more of him. “More, please.”
“You don’t pick the pace. I do. Now relax.” I sigh and do as he says, trying to soften my body as he works both of my holes. It’s the oddest sensation, being filled in two spots at once. It makes me want to clench down on something. Eventually, he’s satisfied. “I’m adding another finger,” he tells me.
“Please.”
He repeats the process with the second finger, and my mouth falls open at the stretch. When he has two fingers buried in me to the second knuckle, he pauses. “Deep breath,” he tells me. I do as he says, filling my lungs. He exhales with me and scissors his fingers inside me. My eyes fly open at the tight pressure. At the same time, his thumb tickles over my throbbing bud, and I jerk against him, a very unattractive noise wrenching out of me.
“There you are,” he soothes, his accent thickening with arousal. “I see ye, sweetheart. You want to come, love?”
“You’re not going to put your knob in?” I manage, and he shakes with silent laughter. “You should call the other two.”
“We have all night. Want to come?”
I nod frantically.
He hums. His left hand stays at my behind, two fingers still scissoring inside my back hole. Meanwhile, his right swirls around my sweet spot in firm circles. I close my eyes, feeling the tension inside me build and build and build. My toes curl into the sheets as I cry out and topple over the cliff.
“Oh.” My eyes fly open at the sensation. I’ve never come with something in my arse. I automatically rock back into Alec, trying to push him deeper into me. He holds me, murmuring to me as I grind and clench over him, my body torn between the dual sensations. When the waves finally die down, I’m panting, my insides throbbing.
Alec strokes hair off my temple. “You all right, sweetheart?”
I flash him a smile. “Yes. That felt…different.”
“Aye. I imagine it did.” He pulls me into his arms, and I cuddle into his chest. “Sweet girl,” he murmurs into my hair.
I bask in the attention. For a minute or so, he just holds me until my breathing calms. “Shall we get the others now? I think I’m ready.”
He checks the clock. “No,” he says. “I think dinner should be ready soon. You should eat.”
“What? But—” He reaches over and picks up something off the bed. I stare at the pink plug in his palm, and my stomach crunches. “I know you like presents,” he says drily. “This is for you.”
“For right now?” I squeak.
“That okay?”
“I mean, yes, it’s great, but—” But it feels so naughty to have a toy inside me while I eat dinner with Fraser and Cameron.
Alec strokes my hip. “Hands and knees.”
I bend over so my bare arse is in the air again. After so much time opening me up, the plug slides in like a dream and sits snugly inside me.
