Page 123 of Tips and Trysts

Forty-Four

CORA

The harness sits snugon my hips and underneath the curves of my ass. There’s a piece in the front for the o-ring that secures the dildo, and there, in front of my strapped pussy, the dildo juts out. It’s dark gray, girthy enough to be impressive, and having taken this dildo many times, I know those ridges are absolutely delicious at the right angle.

Everett is relaxed. He looks up at me, big but lean cut and refined like a prince. I toss him the remote control to the vibrator pressed against my clit inside the harness, and he places it on his chest before tucking his hands behind his head, lounging.

“You’re not going to be so smug in a minute,” I tell him while I slather lube onto the cock.

“I’m just admiring how pretty you are. Are you going to punish me?”

“Never like this,” I assure him before I motion for him to raise his knee. “But I’m going to have you begging beneath me like a sloppy, slutty mess.”

Grinning, Everett pulls his leg against his chest and fixes his hands on the back of his thigh to hold it in place. “Do your worst, Flores.”

I kneel on the bed to examine Everett’s asshole. It’s pink and perfect. Ready. When I drag my lubed fingertip over it, it winks and flinches at first, but it takes a second stroke beautifully. I venture a fingertip in. He’s tight—as usual—but the plug helped. He can take me.

Carefully, I press the head of the dildo against Everett’s asshole and apply a touch of pressure. He exhales immediately.

“Good?”

“Keep going,” he urges, peering around his elevated leg to see me. “I want it.”

I tilt my hips forward, pressing the dildo more firmly against his hole. His body takes it—welcomes it—so I push even deeper.

He takes it like such a good boy.

The first inch is easy, but the second one might do him in. That’s how it is with me: a momentary pang of fear that it’s too much. But Everett Logan—ice in his veins—places his hands on my bare ass. He clutches me over the leather straps and presses on me—guiding me. “Don’t stop.”

I don’t. I keep going, bearing down to get the angle right. He inhales through his nostrils. He holds his breath. He hisses through his teeth.

I sink in. I sink into his body, penetrating his delicate hole, and at the same time, I can feel myself sinking into his very being. I’m living under his skin and I love it here. I want to stay forever. I want to watch this beautiful boy unravel a thousand times over, and I want to be the one to put him back together every time.

Measured, I ease in the entire dildo up to its balls. When I settle there, it’s official: I’m fucking him.

“You’re mine, Everett,” I tell him as I pull the dildo back and then thrust in again, testing him. “Tell me.”

“I’m yours, Cora,” he replies, using my name before he groans. “Fuck, I’m full.”

“Shh,” I urge, putting my hand on his pierced cock. “Your body looks amazing when it takes a cock, like it was meant to be fucked down.”

He gazes at me with determined green eyes. “Princess?”

“Yes, Ev?”

“Can I turn around for you?”

I find myself nodding, unable to speak, but Everett has his wits. He helps me slide the cock out of his ass and he turns around, kneeling on his bed while he gets in position. For a moment, I’m treated to the vast planes of his jaw-dropping back: a triangular panorama of muscles, sparse freckles, and smooth skin over a big body.

And then he bends over on all fours in front of me.

I enter him from behind. The cock disappears into his ass inch by inch, facing little resistance now that he’s stretched and ready for me.

And he’s the neediest thing I’ve ever seen.

When I pull back to thrust, he follows me like he’s desperately trying to keep the dildo deep. I place a hand on his ass, holding him. “Greedy.”

His face is in the pillow, and he responds with a muffled, “It feels good.”

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