Page 81 of Honey Bee Hearts

“You want me to?—”

“Wear it,” I finish with a nod. “Use it. On me.”

She swallows thickly. “I’ve never. . . I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I reassure her. “Even if you did, I’d enjoy it.”

She hesitates, her eyes on the straps and the flesh-colored dildo fastened to the front of it. It’s not a large one, roughly nine inches long and of average girth.

Colt must be holding his breath just like I am. He watches her carefully, searching for a reaction, as what I’m asking for turns around in her mind. She straightens and stands, leaving Colt’s lap to come over and stand in front of me. Carefully, she reaches for the straps in my hand, and I give them to her.

“How far do you want to go?” she asks. I know she’s not asking about the dildo. She’s asking about the dynamic. She’s asking what I’m willing to do.

“As far as you’re comfortable with,” I tell her, swallowing thickly as she considers it.

She nods, her eyes on the dildo, before she looks up at me. “Then brace yourself against the bed. Hands against the comforter. Wait for me there.”

My cock jumps. Fuck if it doesn’t start leaking for her.

Chapter 43

Fable

I’m so turned on right now despite having already finished three times, I can barely force myself to breathe. I watch as Trent absorbs my words and does as I command, leaning against the bed, his ass waiting, his eyes on me as I watch him.

I can’t say I’ve ever pegged a man before. The men I’ve encountered had been too scared to try, too insulted I’d even bring it up. I’ve always wanted to do this, but I never thought that opportunity would present itself with Trent.

I look down at the complicated harness and wince. I don’t know how to put it on. Shit, that’s not very femme fatale of me. I turn and glance at Colt where he sits watching me, his cock straining against his zipper.

“Put it on me,” I command, handing him the strap on. He glances over at Trent where he waits for me. “Don’t look at him. Look at me,” I growl. “Put it on.”

Colt looks up at me and I can see the fire in his eyes, the desire swirling there. He can’t participate, not fully, but this he can do. Carefully, he unfastens the buckles and holds it up to me.

“Hold it,” he says.

I wrap my hand around the dildo, and he swallows thickly, but his hands are sure as he makes quick work of the buckles. He tightens them enough that I feel like it’s not going to shift but leaves them loose enough not to squeeze me to death.

“You’re gonna need lube,” Colt points out.

With my eyes on him, I lift my leg to the arm of his chair, spreading my pussy in front of him. I keep our gazes locked as I reach between my legs and swipe my fingers through the throbbing wetness of my pussy. I stroke the dildo, spreading my releases there, coating it until my hand moves smoothly up and down.

“Fuck,” Colt groans at the same time as Trent moans at his place on the bed. “You’ve done this before?”

“No,” I reply honestly. “But I’ve always wanted to.”

I drop my leg and move over to Trent, my fingers stroking along his shoulders where small tattoos decorate his skin.

“Do these have meanings?” I ask as I trace them. Goosebumps follow my path, his large body practically shivering with desire.

“Every single one,” he rasps. “I get a tattoo for all major things in my life, and some small ones.”

I touch the honeybee on his neck. “When you were adopted?”

He nods, my muscles bunching as I touch him. I trail my hand down his spine, stroking, dropping, until I reach his ass. I swipe my hand between my legs again and probe against his entrance, spreading my wetness there.

“Tell me to stop if I’m doing it wrong,” I demand. “Promise me?”

“Promise,” he groans as he waits for me, as I slip a single finger inside.

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