Page 87 of Tips and Trysts

“I told you my cock was yours. If you wanted something big and hard in your greedy little asshole, you should have told me.Igive you what you need. That’s my job now.” With a gentle, measured tug, he slides the plug out of me, and I groan from the sudden emptiness. “And you have the audacity to keep slutting around the District? For fuck’s sake.”

I sigh. “Look at it, you entitled brat,” I order, playing my role.

It’s dark, so it takes Everett a beat. Head canted, curious, he studies the plug under the faint glow from a nearby wall light. His eyebrows catapult. “You’re wearing a butt plug with the letter E engraved on it?”

Smirking, I nod before pushing off the wall and rising on my toes. “I bought it with my black card.”

The look of excitement on his face is beyond elation. I think Everett just reached nirvana.

He slides the plug into his pocket and lifts me, kissing my lips like I’m going to disappear if he stops. My back hits the wall again.

And then his fingers toy with my exposed breasts while I rub his cock through his pants and whisper, telling him I want it—need it.

“I have lube in my purse,” I say around a groan once Everett starts sucking a hickey onto my neck.

“In your purse?” He pulls his head back and raises a brow. “My, aren’t we prepared...”

“Look at me. I’m stunning. I could get an offer to fuck at any minute.” I scoff. “And I knew you’d pull this shit, Everett. I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away.”

“You know me so well,” he mutters, grinning as he takes the purse I’m holding out and pulls out the little bottle of lube. Andthen he’s so damn cute that he loops it over his arm in lieu of putting it on the wet ground.

Apparently, this guy is going to fuck my asshole while wearing a purse.

He spins me around, and I brace my hands against the wall, well aware I’ve lost my mind—but I don’t miss it at all. The rush of a clandestine tryst, the thrill of taboo, and the downright vulgarity of fucking in an alley make my heart race. Anyone could see us. Anyone could catch us. And if they did, Everett’s career would be over. Ruined.

Everett knows this. Still, he spreads my cheeks,spits on my asshole, and penetrates me with two lubed fingers. “So damn tight,” he murmurs while working his fingers in and out, stretching me beyond what the plug already did. “I used to imagine this. Dreamt of it.”

“This?” I question, bewildered. “Spitting on my asshole in an alleyway?”

“Of being so obsessed with each other that we go at it wherever we are, like we can’t wait.” He drips his spit on my asshole again. “God, it’s pretty. Is it sensitive?”

Before I can answer, Everett bends and presses his tongue against my rim, lapping at it. At once, my body flickers with tinges of pleasure.

“More,” I say immediately, which makes him pull back and chuckle.

“You’re a slut for this too? Is there a hole on you that youdon’tneed filled?” He straightens his spine and adds another finger—three now. “I’m going to fuck so much cum into this one.”

“Everett,” I blurt out, scandalized for once.

“I loved seeing my cum on your tits.” His other hand reaches up and grips one of my breasts. “And in your swollen, used pussy.” His hand lowers and his fingers skim my hood piercingbefore they trace a circle around my sensitive clit. “But I’m dying to see it dripping out of your tight little asshole.”

He’s barely done speaking when he works his three fingers in from tip to palm. The stretch is a low burn but entirely welcome. I groan, working my hips back to ask for—nobegfor more. He obliges, adding his pinky and giving me four of his fingers now.

“Everett,” I grit out, willing my body to relax. It takes a moment, but the initial shock fades into a dull ache—and shortly thereafter, immaculate friction.

“Four,” he murmurs. “Look at you, taking four fingers in that pretty ass. You take anything I put in you, don’t you? It’s perfect.”

Instead of giving him the acerbic insults or the filthy words he’s used to, I let his praise wash over me. Everett thinks I’mperfect.

“Ready?”

A brief flash of nerves strikes me, and I steady myself when he presses the fat head of his cock into me. It feels impossibly large all of a sudden, and I don’t know what I was thinking, letting him do this here. But then Everett’s hand rises and skims my stomach and my breasts, soothing me. Caressing me. Gradually, my body relaxes—and the entire head of his cock presses into my asshole.

When he breathes out, warm air skitters over my bare back and shoulders. “Did you know how tight this asshole was? Did you know how good it would feel on my cock?”

To be honest, I didn’t know.

This is my first time taking a cock here.

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