I pick up the lube from the box and pop the lid open. She watches as I squirt some of it on the smooth end of the plug, and her breath hitches just a little when I walk behind her. Nervously, she faces forward as I look down at her puckered asshole. Knowing I’ll get to be in there, to fuck that part of her, has my cock twitching in the confines of my slacks. We’ll go slow, not only because I refuse to hurt her, but also because the more she enjoys it, the more likely we are to reiterate. Which, even though I haven’t even tried it yet, I already know I’ll want to. There’s no way I won’t thoroughly love fucking that incredible ass of hers.
To ensure the small accessory will slide in easily, I lower and spit on the tight hole. “Jesus Christ, Lex,” she mumbles, jumping slightly.
I’m about to guide the plug to it when it hits me that this undeserving object is about to receive an honor I’ve never had before. It doesn’t deserve to experience the warmth and tightness of her ass before I have. So, I scoop the lube off with the tip of my thumb and bring that to the puckered hole instead.
Andrea lets out a trembling breath as I spread the slick solution there, massaging the tight muscle. When I begin pushing, she holds her breath altogether, tense. I’m tempted to bend down and lick her there since it’s always a good way to loosen her up, but something tells me it’ll only worsen her anxiousness. “Stay relaxed, Andrea,” I say. “It won’t hurt if you let me in.”
“I’m trying,” she whimpers.
“Push against my thumb.”
She complies, and my knuckle easily slips in. “There you go, freckles.”
Gently, I massage the taut ring, patiently stretching it until my whole thumb gets swallowed to the base. Slowly, I thrust in and out of her, reveling in her small moans and the way she offers herself even more, lifting her ass higher. Although I already know the answer, I ask, “You like that?”
“Yes, it’s… it’s different. But I like it. A lot.”
“What a good girl you are… You think you’ll like having my thick cock in there, too?”
She lets out a whimper that sounds like my name and says, “Yes.”
“I’ll probably nut in two thrusts. You’re so tight, Andrea.” I push further, trying to get more of my thumb in there, and she jolts. “You’ll also love having my cum in your ass, won’t you? It’ll dribble down your legs like a reminder of how much of a greedy and shameless little slut you are for me.”
“Fuck, Lex! Stop this and get the plug in. Your mother already looks at me like I’m a hooker. I’m not returning out there all flushed like you just fucked me in your office,” she protests.
Shit, she’s right. For a moment there, I completely forgot about everyone outside. Complying with her very reasonable demand, I pull my thumb out of her lubed hole and press the plug there instead.
“Shit, it’s cold,” she complains with a whimper.
“Sorry. I’ll warm it up next time.”
She’s so relaxed that it slips right in, locking in place as the guard settles between her cheeks. Bending over, I kiss her birthmark and look at my handiwork with pride, adjusting my hardened cock in my pants.
She straightens up, lowers her dress, and turns to me with sparkly eyes and pink cheeks. “An hour,” she reminds me.
“I promise.”
“And then you’ll fuck me with it still inside.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
“I’m sure it will,” she retorts with a crooked smile. “Now, let’s go. The sooner we eat, the sooner they’re gone.”
I quickly put away the box, grab a tissue to wipe my thumb until I can wash it properly, and we step out of my office. Despite the unexpected—and unwanted—guests, this is still the best birthday I’ve ever had, and it’s all thanks to the pretty Latina walking beside me. I might not be my parents’ favorite child, but if there’s a god, I’m fairly fucking certain I’m his favorite.
And that’s good enough for me.
Chapter 24
While I was looking forward to cooking Lex’s weird choice of meal, I must admit this is much better. The caterers outdid themselves, and the five-course dinner is succulent and flawless. Every plate looks like something out of a three-star Michelin restaurant, and I can’t get enough of it. The avocado and salmon tartare they served first was a revelation, as was the quail in raspberry sauce that followed. For the main dish, we had a venison medallion and its roasted veggies andgratin dauphinois. It was to die for, and I want a swimming pool full of the gravy they served it with. The wine is perfectly paired with everything—and French, like the cheese plate before dessert.
The food is so entrancing that I almost forget about the small accessory Lex slipped inside me earlier. But any time I move, I’m reminded of it. And whenever Lex catches me wriggling on my chair to adjust myself, a crooked little smirk bends his lips.
I’m talking about my work at Kelex with Emilia when Julia next to me catches my attention. “Are you really moving back to Seattle next week?” she asks their mother.
Oh, what the fuck…
“You know I always come to spend a few months here every year,” Mrs. Coleman replies.
