Page 62 of Scythe & Sparrow
“Jesus Fucking Christ, Rose,” he says. I turn enough so I can see his face over my shoulder. His eyes don’t shift away from what I know he’s staring at—the multicolored handle of the Tutti Frutti vibrating butt plug lodged deep in my ass.
“I went with the circus theme too. Well, as close as I could get, anyway,” I say. A hard swallow shifts in Fionn’s throat before his gaze returns to mine. His eyes are nearly black, his pupils blown. “You seemed to be very interested in the ass-fucking idea when I said that I promised it to Chad. So, I took a bet that a little bit of anal might also be one of your things. If I’m wrong though—”
Fionn presses me into the counter, grinding his hips against me. His hard length pushes against the handle of the toy. “Trust me. It’s my fucking thing.”
With another roll of his hips, he steps back again, then grasps the handle. My pussy clenches. My clit throbs, begging for relief. My core burns with need and I want to beg him to turn on the vibration, but I stop myself. I want him to let himself out to play on his own terms.
And play he does.
He pulls the long, curved handle, sliding the toy out of my ass just a few inches before he pushes it back in again. Out and in. Out and in. With his free hand, he pushes my body down until it’s flush with the counter and caresses my back. I brace my forehead on my folded arms and breathe through my increasing desperation to be fucked. The slow thrusts continue and I feel the heat of my arousal on my inner thighs. I moan as he pushes the toy in as deep it will go, and then, so slowly I nearly beg, he pulls it free.
“Stay there,” he says. “Don’t move.”
I shift just enough to watch as he takes the toy over to the sink and washes it with soap and water, patting it dry with paper towels when it’s thoroughly clean. He turns to face me when he’s done.
“I’m going to need you to hold on to this because once I’ve filled your ass with cum, that’s going back in. So open wide.”
Though I fucking love the idea of everything he said until theopen widepart, my nose scrunches. I’m not opposed, but I’m unsure. But then inspiration strikes. I know exactly what will make this appetizing. My eyes dart to farther down the counter and the motion doesn’t go unnoticed by Fionn. He chuckles as he spots what I’m looking at: the cotton candy machine.
“Okay,” he says. “How does it work?”
“Switch it on, and then turn the volt knob all the way to the right.” He does. The motor starts up and whirs as the heater in the center of the machine spins. “Get the sugar from the tub under there,” I say, nodding to the shelves next to him.
“What color?”
“Surprise me.”
Fionn gives me a dark grin as he pulls out the tub of pink sugar. He follows my instructions to get a scoop ready and when a minute or two passes, I tell him to turn the machine off and pour the sugar into the heater at the center of the drum. “Now turn it back on and catch the cotton candy,” I say. We laugh as he uses the toy to catch the floss as it flows from the heater. I teach him how to spin the plug to catch the spun sugar in a ball. He probably gets half of it wound around his hand. But he grins, his face lit with a wide, uninhibited smile while he swirls more and more sugar around the toy until it runs out and he turns off the machine. When he’sdone, the Tutti Frutti butt plug is covered with a mound of pink candy floss.
“How about now?” he asks.
I open my mouth and he smiles.
He slides the candy-covered plug into my mouth and the burst of sweetness floods my tongue. My eyes flutter closed, and when they open, he’s watching me, his expression ravenous. I slide the toy from my mouth slowly and gesture toward him with it, the colorful silicon now covered in dissolving pink sugar. “I’ve never been fucked in the ass while eating cotton candy before. This is like every circus girl’s dream.”
Fionn passes me the extra mound of pink floss gathered in his hand and then steps behind me, loosening his belt. “Is it?”
“No. Probably just mine.”
“I’ve never fucked a woman in the ass while she’s eating cotton candy before either,” he says as he pops the cap of the bottle of lube and drizzles the cool, viscous liquid down the crack of my ass. “So I guess we’re even.”
I wink at him over my shoulder and make a show of running the sugar-coated toy down the length of my tongue before I face forward. Anticipation in my veins is an electric hum. The sweetness in my mouth is the perfect accompaniment to his erection as he drags the tip through the lube, coating his cock. He’s savoring every moment. He circles my pleated hole in a tease and then slides up the crack of my ass, then back down again, repeating the motion, taking his time. His hand caresses my arm in a wordless request to add more of the extra sugar to the toy, and I do. The tip of his cock presses to my hole in a slow pulse as I pull a section of cotton candy free and wind it around the body of the toy. And as Islide it back into my mouth, he pushes his way inside, slipping the tip of his erection past the tight ring of muscle.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hisses, pausing with just the crown of his cock lodged in my ass. I’m already panting heavy breaths, desperate for more. “This tight little ass is fucking heaven, Rose.” He pushes in an inch deeper and I moan. “Tell me what you want.”
He slides back until he’s free and I whimper. A dark chuckle escapes him and I swear that my blood is replaced with lava. He presses to my ass again and slides in deeper, my body shuddering. I pull the toy from my mouth. “For you to fuck me the way I know you want to without worrying about what will happen next.”
Fionn pauses. I glance over my shoulder and meet his eyes. It’s as though the shell of him has cracked. And what’s behind those splinters and shards is ravenous. “If you want me to stop, tell me or tap on my arm,” he grits out. My reply is silence. I tear another piece of cotton candy free and wind it around the toy before I stick out my tongue and lay it on the surface. And then I turn on the vibration and face forward.
A deep growl fills our shadows and Fionn thrusts all the way in.
This.This is what I want. Deep, rocking strokes. My hips gripped in his hands. Fingerprints on my skin. He thrusts into me. Again. And again. Sliding out to the tip. Pushing all the way in. Fucking me without worrying about the consequences. What tomorrow will be like. What rules we might break. He picks up a pace. Faster. Harder. I pull the toy out of my mouth and moan as he pistons into me with merciless, feral need. The plug is still vibrating. I shimmy my hand between my body and the counter, its stainless steel edge biting into my forearm as I position the toy over my clit. My entire being seems to wind tighter, from my muscles tomy veins to my mind. The orgasm builds in my core and I cry out, not thinking about where we are or who might hear us. Fionn’s hand folds around my mouth to trap the sound in his palm. And then he bites down on the juncture between my neck and shoulder and he drives into me, wild with need, mindless and desperate. Sparks invade my vision and I come hard, my lungs burning, every muscle tightening. My ass clenches around his length and Fionn roars my name. He pushes as deep as my body can take him, his length pulsing as he spills inside me, just like he promised.
His hands land on either side of my head while his thrusts slow. His arms tremble. And my body feels weightless, my bones liquid, my thoughts still and quiet in the haze that hums in my mind like static on a radio.
“Fucking hell, Rose,” Fionn says as he leans back. I still hear the unevenness in his breath. His body is fighting to recover. He starts to pull out, but he takes his time, and when I look back across my shoulder he’s watching the motion, taking in every inch as he slowly slides free. The moment the tip of his erection is free of my ass he’s taking the toy from me. He turns off the vibration. And then he positions it against my ass as I rasp out his name. “I told you I was going to fill you and put this back in,” he whispers as he slides it inside. I whimper, renewed need already building deep in my core. “You’re going to keep that cum where it belongs and I’m going to fuck you again when we get back to your RV. But in the meantime”—Fionn flips me over, landing my back on the counter and spreading my legs wide—“I’m going to make this pussy extra sweet.”
I watch, riveted, as Fionn tears off a piece of cotton candy and lays it on his tongue. He lowers himself to my clit. His eyes don’t leave mine as he passes a slow lick to my swollen bud of nerves.
