“You need to come again, little cereus?”
She nods eagerly.
“The next time you go into heat, I’m getting some toys so I can fill both of your holes at once,” I whisper hotly in her ear. I glide my hand over her side, nearly in a tickle, enjoying the way goosebumps follow the path. Then I ease my fingers between her thighs, coating my fingers in her slick and guiding them back to press against her ass.
Ass play isn’t something that we’ve done before. Probably because it requires a certain level of vulnerability that Ava was not previously capable of. But since we bonded, I have discovered that my mate is, for lack of a better term, quite the little anal slut. Or at the very least, she is when she’s in heat. It’ll be interesting to see if that holds true later.
Just in case it doesn’t, I’m going to use it to my advantage now.
I slip one finger in, and then two, curling them slightly as I move them in and out of her tight hole.“You okay?” I ask her gently. She just moans and presses her ass harder back against me.
I’ll take that as a yes.
“Rub yourself,” I command. “Get your hand nice and covered in your slick and then reach around here and stroke me while I finger your ass.”
I increase my tempo, easing a third finger in. She’s whimpering, moving her head restlessly as she plays with her pussy. “You gonna come for me, Ava? Just from rubbing that greedy little nub and me stretching you open? Dirty thing.”
She stiffens, and I can feel the rhythmic pulsing of her orgasm in the way the ring of muscle tightens and squeezes around my fingers.
“Oh, good girl. Now what was the second part you’re supposed to do?” I question.
She reaches for me. Her drenched hand wraps around my cock, coating it in her slick. I groan a little, bucking my hips against her. Finally, I think it’s enough, and I push one of her thighs forward with mine and press my tip where my fingers just were.
“Come on. Wiggle back onto it. Show me that you want it, or I’ll take it away,” I say, nipping at her neck. Yeah, right. Like I have any hope of ever denying her.
She whines and starts rocking her hips until the head of my cock slides inside. She’s so fucking tight—well, everywhere, but definitely back here. I moan and push forward, meeting the slight bit of resistance until the muscle relaxes and I’m able to sink in fully.
I fuck her like that for a while, letting her get acclimated to the shallower thrusts from us being on our sides. Once I think she’s stretched enough for more rigorous play, I slip out briefly, earning a whine and a pout from my greedy omega. I playfully swat the top of her pussy with my hand. “Patience, Ava. I’ll be back inside you soon enough.”
I roll her onto her back, shoving a pillow under her hips and bringing her legs up onto my shoulders. “I want to watch your face while I fuck this tight little ass.”
She smiles wide and reaches up to grip her thighs and widen herself further for me. I give her a wolfish grin in return and guide my cock back inside of her, but just the tip.
“You want it?”
She nods.
“Want it hard and rough or loving?”
She bites her lip, debating. “Rough,” she says finally.
“Good choice. Go back to rubbing yourself. I want to see how many times I can make you come without touching your pussy.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ava
I open my eyes, and for the first time in days, my head feels clear and my skin is no longer on fire. I’m sore, of course, and… sticky, but no longer in heat. Mark is asleep beside me on his stomach, with one arm draped across my middle and the other wedged beneath his pillow. There are dark smudges beneath his eyes, and his hair is sticking up at the craziest angles.
Poor guy looks like he’s been through it. I smile softly and brush a lock of hair off his forehead. He doesn’t even stir.Wonder how long he’ll sleep.
I wiggle out from beneath his arm carefully, easing off the mattress and making my way to the bathroom. I desperately need to pee, brush my teeth, and take a shower. In that order.
After I wash myhands, I look in the medicine cabinet to see if he still has the toothbrush and toothpaste I used when I was here last weekend. God, is that all it’s been? It feels like significantly longer than a week has gone by since I showed up here drunk.
Thankfully, he hung on to them, and I grab them before closing the cabinet. I get a good look at myself in the mirror, and I’m not looking any better than Mark. Although, the healed bond mark on my chest is a nice touch.
I run my fingers over it lightly before pressing them to my lips as I try to contain a happy squeal. I never thought I’d have one of these, and despite all the obstacles we will have to face in the near future as we navigate everything, I can’t deny how happy I am.
