“Okay?” I grunt, praying it is. After she said what she wanted, after the wordsairandtightstumbled off her lips, I’ve thought of little else. And the planner in me knew that she would need some preparation. I still remember how tight she was that first time, her body wound up, barely relaxing enough to take my cock.
She’s relaxed considerably since then, gotten more comfortable with sex. But, just like I was right about her never having seen a sex toy, I know I’m right about her never having experienced anal.
To my relief, Lucy nods, gasps out ayeswhen I continue moving my thumb on her, slipping it slightly inside. I soap up my hands and wash her thoroughly, before turning off the water and carrying her back to the bed.
The air around us trembles with possibility. The taught, delicate bubble of pushing into new territory.
Maybe it makes me a selfish bastard, but I’m happy to take another first from her. To be the first man with her like this.
Though, it will likely be Cole. First, because that’s according to her fantasy, and secondly because he’s the smallest of us, the least likely to hurt her.
“Dane,” Lucy rasps, as I set her down on the bed and take her body in for a moment.
Then, I command, “Turn over, Lucy.”
She lets out a little noise—something between a moan and a whimper, and does as I’ve said, rolling over onto her hands and knees, her sweet ass in the air for me. Reaching down, I slide my hands down to the insides of her knees and widen her.
“Stay just like that,” I say, ignoring my desperate cock standing at attention, begging to be put into play. I can’t go in with it—she struggles to take me vaginally, let alone like this.
So, instead, I reach into my bag and pull out an Ember dildo with a flared base. Condoms. Organic, unscented lube.
“Are you ready?” I ask. Lucy makes a noise in response, and I slick her with the lube, roll the condom on over the toy, coat the thing with more lube. “Lucy,” I say, working my hand against her, then settling the soft, rounded head of the toy against her opening. “Tell me you’re ready for me.”
“I’m ready,” she cries, rocking her hips back. “Oh, fuck Dane, I want it. Like—like I wanted you, the first time.”
It’s primal, and primitive, and I know it means nothing. And yet, the reminder that mine was the first cock inside her does something to me. Makes my hot blood hotter.
I work the toy inside her, bit by bit. Pull it out. Check in with her to make sure she’s okay, and she’smorethan okay. Apparently, Lucy is a woman with the anatomy for this to hit her g-spot in a special way. I only wish I could feel it the way I can when my cock is inside her.
It’s an introduction, this smaller toy, and rather than bringing her to orgasm on it, I pull it out and flip her over again, walk her up the bed so her blonde waves spread out over the pillow, so she looks up at me with hooded eyes. Then, with every ounce of pent-up pressure inside me, I fuck her into the mattress, bury my cock inside her, revel at the feeling of her heels against my back.
As I do, I pepper her with commands.Say you want my dick, Lucy, beg for me, say my fucking name.Ask for me to go deeper. Harder.
Tell me you love me while I fuck you.
I think, and think, and think it, but don’t say it. Wouldn’t want it to happen like this.
I’ve loved her from the moment she walked into my office. And I’ll tell her when it feels right.
But I won’t demand that she say it to me now. When Lucy says those words to me, I’ll be certain that she’s not just following my orders.
Chapter 40
Nico
“So, is this the same jet you and Dane got trapped on?”
I’m rewarded for the observation with the sweet blush that dashes over Lucy’s cheeks, how she looks up at me with parted lips from her seat, water bottle halfway to her mouth.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I murmur, turning and falling into the seat next to her. Something in my back twinges, but I ignore it—that’s pretty much my entire strategy when it comes to aging.
That, and the massages I get twice a week.
I expect Lucy to stammer, to blush harder, but instead, she turns to me with a gleam in her eyes, “And what if it is?”
The smile that stretches over my face is unstoppable. I grab the arm rest between us and lean in close to her, taking her in.
Lucy smells like her normally sweet vanilla, but with the added layer of something floral. Something reminiscent of an island. It makes me wonder if she wore it just for me.
