Page 78 of Winning Bid

He swallows. “Yes.”

“Let’s try it.”

A new hunger invades his handsome face. He rears back, grabs my legs, and flips me over onto my stomach before he scoops me up at my waist and pushes me over the padded arm of the couch. When he yanks down my yoga pants, he bites my ass cheek just enough to hurt. I yelp, and he murmurs, “Sorry, love, couldn’t be helped. I need to mark this ass and make it mine.”

This is going to be a night to remember.

39

JUNE

Idon’t know quite what to expect. Anal sex was one thing. But it wasn’t like I was on display for him with some strange object up my ass. This feels like a strange idea.

Yet, I can’t deny how hot it gets me.

Bent over the couch arm, I’m waiting to feel more contact between us. When I get it, it’s not what I expect. Anderson’s finger is slick against me there, running in circles until he hits his target. It’s odd. But also tantalizing.

“Why so much lube?”

“The more I use, the better it will be for you.”

“Oh. Okay.”

And then I feel it. Warmth comes over me there. “Is it one of those warming gels?”

“Mm, hmm. You like?”

My voice shakes. “I … I think so.”

“I’m switching to the toy. Like I said, if you don’t like it or want to stop for any reason, say ‘Sapphire.’”

I bob my head and clutch onto the couch arm.

“Relax, baby. When you feel me press, exhale, okay?”

“Okay.”

The hardness of the toy is the first thing I notice. It’s not cold—he must have kept it warm in his pocket. But it’s hard and unforgiving. Nothing like his fingers or cock. It has a flared base, thank god, because I’ve heard all about people doing anal play and getting things stuck. The flared base is supposed to prevent that. I hope it works because I do not need to add the world’s most embarrassing trip to the ER to my night.

When the toy penetrates me there, the stretch is a whole different experience from anything we’ve done. It forces me to open to it in a way that is non-negotiable. I almost panic and tell him to stop, but then … then something else kicks in. The urge to please him? No. This isn’t about him. This is about me. About what I want.

And I want to see if I can do this.

It’s not only the newness of the sensation or the unexpected pleasure I’m getting from this experiment. It’s the challenge of it. Can I do this? Can I take it? To my surprise, I can.

“Almost there,” he assures me.

“Keep going.” I almost don’t recognize the voice that came out of me to demand that. It’s like this challenge is changing some fundamental part of myself, and I like it.

The gradual stretch opens me up almost too much right before the toy slides up to the hilt inside of me. He takes a deep, appreciative breath. “Fuck, June, you’re practically dripping.”

He’s right. My hips are slightly canted to the right, and I feel it on my right inner thigh. I’ve never been aroused like this before, and it’s making me feel daring. I give my ass a little wiggle. “What are you gonna do about that?”

The growl he looses sends a shiver straight up my spine. He shifts around on the couch, and I ready myself to feel him impale me on his cock, but then he shoves my yoga pants all the way down and tightly forces his head face-up between my thighs, using the pants as some kind of a pillow or brace. Anderson grabs my hips and presses me down an inch to his mouth.

I’m trapped and helpless against him. The couch holds me in place. My yoga pants cling to keep my knees together, but Anderson has pried a space open for his head, making the pants tighter like binding. I’m absolutely certain he couldn’t hear me if he tried—his ears are suctioned to my inner thighs. And I have the prettiest butt plug stuffed in my ass.

I might not be bound in the traditional sense, but I am utterly stuck here with nowhere to go and a tongue deliriously ravishing my pussy. A girl could get used to this.

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