Page 98 of Tips and Trysts

A dildo.

Everett has adildo.

It’s medium length, decently girthy, and forest green—pretty, actually. Still…it’sEverett’s.

Before I can process what I’m seeing, he mouths, “It’s new,” and presses the tip between his lips. The metaphor is immediate and obvious—and perfect. Holy shit, it’sperfect. Everett has given me countless tips and a limitless line of credit, but no gift will ever compare to him doing exactly what I’ve been telling him to do since the day we met:

He’s fucking his own face.

He watches me the entire time, sucking, taking more inches between his amazing lips and deeper into his mouth. At least a minute passes before he pulls the dildo out. “Down,” he mouths.

Then he looms over me, phone in one hand and the dildo in the other, and a man has never looked more like a god. He plunges the toy into my waiting pussy, and for the next few minutes, he fucks me while talking to his father.

“Understood. Thanks, Dad.” Finally, he ends the call.

When he pulls the dildo out, I whimper.

“Oh no, beautiful. Sad because your hole is empty?” he asks before he pushes his actual cock into me.

My arms wrap around his bare body, gripping his lean muscles. “Harder.”

Immediately, he plunges deeper. “Fuck, I love how much cock you can take,” he murmurs before he grabs the dildo and urges the tip into my mouth. I suck, tasting myself on it. “All those tight holes. Sometimes, I don’t know where I’m more excited to put my cum: in that slutty little throat or that dripping pussy.”

Seconds later, when we come together, he picks my pussy.

Devious, I grab the dildo and climb over him. A challenge lives in his canted brow, and he doesn’t object when I slide the round tip of the dildo over his body. I circle his pectorals. I press it into the divot of his bellybutton. I drag it along the delicious v-cut leading to his cock.

And I roll off him and keep going, bringing the tip to his inner thigh, over his groin, andup, up, up, until it’s head-to-head with his pierced cock.

Everett raises himself on his elbows, making his abs tighten and define. He stares at the point of contact between his cock and the dildo. “Your brain is filth.”

“Your body is insane,” I reply before glancing up. “Is this okay?”

He nods. “I like everything you do to me.”

Dragging the toy lower, I nudge between his legs, prodding below his balls. “What about there?”

Everett doesn’t flinch, but he does shrug. “Well, I’m a virgin there,” he admits.

“Has anyone ever touched it?”

With an even expression, he shakes his head, which makes my jaw drop.

“But it’s so pretty,” I muse.

Everett chuckles. “It’s pretty?”

“So pretty,” I insist, tilting my head and assessing his little pink hole. “Bet I could turn you into a slut for it.”

“Itmeaning…you want to fuck me?” His eyebrows have never been higher.

I raise my shoulder. “Is that something you’d be into?”

“I don’t know,” he confesses. “Like I said, nobody has ever…”

As his sentence trails off, his eyes flick to my hand and he nods—tacit approval. Reaching over his body, I slip my index and middle fingers between his lips. He sucks them.

Once they’re good and wet, I place my fingers between his legs and guide one of his knees up. Slowly, I press the tight bud of his asshole and give him the gentlest touch, the slightest pressure.

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