Page 238 of The Reluctant Hero

I’ve wondered what this would be like. If I’d hate it or find as much pleasure in it as some of the women I’ve known. The ones who whisper about it like it’s a secret you have to be initiated in. I’ve never asked for it. Just in case I fell into the horrified category.

“No one’s been there,” I mutter, feeling my face heat up enough to compete with the oil.

“Oh, darlin’,” he lets out a low moan. “It’s gonna feel so good.”

For some reason, in this, I trust him absolutely. I should be hesitant but he seems like he really knows what he’s doing. My thighs helplessly spread under his ministrations to give him more access to any part of me he wants.

“You just made me a very happy man,” he gives me a low chuckle.

I would think he’d be more hesitant.

As if to prove me wrong, more oil pours over me to be spread. On every pass, a single finger, feeling much bigger than it should, presses slowly inside. It exits to get more oil and goes back in a little further each time.

The insertion burns, but that eases with every exit. I can’t sit still, my body confused at the mixture of heady pleasure and discomfort.

“That’s it. Let me in, and I’ll make it so fuckin’ good you’ll be addicted.”

His voice, mixed with that accent, is an aphrodisiac all by itself.

“I can see it. You ridin’ Mik and me so deep in your ass you couldn’t pull me away for a fuckin’ fire. You’ll be so tight over us both that we’ll feel like one big dick all through you. And then we’ll move, and you’ll lose your mind for us.”

The picture he so easily talks about has me soaked. I can imagine it, too, even though I’ve never had anything so erotic happen to me in my life. Another forbidden thing to take for myself. My thighs spread further, hoping for a touch lower for some relief. I’m not sure if it’s oil or me that’s soaking my lower lips.

Another finger gets added slowly. Despite the care, it pinches, making me hiss and clench my hands into fists.

“Push out, darlin’. Let me feel you loosen up.”

If it gives me a little relief, I’ll do it.

“That’s it. You’re a fuckin’ dream come true,” he groans.

I realize he has both fingers inside with a blink of surprise. He works through the tight ring, easing the entrance as he gets it ready. I feel full on one side and achingly empty on the other. My hips rise and fall with every thrust of his fingers. He’s right. That feeling is so much and not enough at the same time. A tease that’s addicting.

“Gonna plug this up and save it for later. I ain’t done yet,” his rough sigh is followed by his fingers leaving me. I hear the oil slosh for a second and then feel the rounded end of a plug begin to enter me. Its size is more than his fingers. I follow his low instructions to let it inside me. When he reaches the end and it’s settled, he disappears for a minute.

I’m too stunned to react to it. I have a plug in my ass, and I’m desperate for his cock to be there instead. The feeling rides the edge of discomfort while my pussy throbs below.

“Roll over for me, darlin’,” he mutters shakily. “Let me see you.”

Hearing how affected he is helps me roll without feeling embarrassed. Baring to him what I’ve been told is unattractive. I move to my back in slow motion because of how shaky my limbs are. The slick table doesn’t help.

Lying there, under his heated gaze, as he takes in every inch of me, I feel like a goddess. Someone to worship with everything in him.

His lips part over the rough breaths sawing through his chest. He doesn’t have a shirt on, baring his body to me. The tanned skin is pulled taut over his muscles as if he’s restraining himself. Even his jaw is tense. There’s a light shimmer of oil in places as if he got it on himself without noticing. His abs trailing down to the hair below. A pec, right over his heart, as if he grabbed there for a second at some point. His forearms to the elbows even though his hands are clean now. His eyes can’t find a single place to settle, roving over me like a touch. I’m the same way.

I tilt my head to see his jeans, the open fly revealing his cock, red and angry. No underwear.

He’s thick and subtly curved towards his abs with throbbing veins that look like they’re begging for mercy.

“If I was still a dick dumb teen, I’d be cumin’ my pants right now,” he mutters harshly. “You’re every wet dream I ever had right in front of me.”

I blink lazily and shift around, my thighs parting in invitation without words.

“I’m on it, darlin’,” his voice shakes as he reaches for the oil again. He lathers his hands up and pauses as if he isn’t sure where to touch first. He’s shaking and panting, coveting every piece of me he can see and the ones he can’t.

“Ace,” I whisper, and his eyes meet mine.

“I’m tryin’ to be good,” he grits out.

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