Page 62 of Brim Over Boot
If I ordered a…fuck. Adildo. And any of my family found the package before me? I’d never,everlive it down. It would haunt me to the ends of this earth and beyond.
I can’t risk it.
“Jesus,” I grumble, tearing off my pants before I can chicken out.
It’s no big deal. I just want to know what it feels like. I want to know, and then that will be that. It’ll probably be horrible, and then I can drop this whole curiosity thing once and for all.
I kick my pants and underwear toward my hamper, leaving on my shirt and socks so I don’t get cold. With another glance down at the carrot in my hand, I make the decision to grab a condom. I’m not going back downstairs to peel the dang thing, and would that even be safe? To stick a freshly agitated root vegetable up my ass?
No freaking idea.
With my heart racing a mile a minute, I drop onto my bed, comforter tossed aside. My hands shake as I unwrap the condom, and a near-manic laugh bubbles up from my throat.
Good Lord, if anyone could see me now.
I scowl thinking about Noah. Bet he’d enjoy catching me like this. Getting ready to fuck myself with a carrot of all things.
“If you want my dick, Colt, baby, all you have to do is ask.”
I suck in a breath, those words all too easy to hear in the man’s voice.
“Not a fucking chance,” I mutter aloud.
I’m glad for the saddle butter as I roll the condom over the carrot. I don’t have lube, but this will do just fine. Heck, the stuff is basically oil, all natural and safe, made from beeswax and tallow. I’ve never put it up my ass before, but I suppose there’s a first time for everything.
My cock perks as I rub the saddle butter over the condom-covered carrot, and I take a minute to stroke myself, my eyes closing as I harden in my fist. That electric current is back, the same one I’ve had anytime I’ve contemplated this over the past couple days.
I just want to know. There’s no shame in that.
Slowly, I guide the carrot where it needs to go. It’s not overly large, certainly smaller than Noah’s dick, which is a damn good thing. Plus, it’s tapered enough it should be easy going, right? The tip is the same size as my finger. It’s a little awkward keeping the condom in place, but I manage, stilling as the end of the carrot presses to my ass.
I breathe out, pushing gently. It glides in, and I freeze.
My heartbeat feels like a herd of horses galloping away inside my chest. There’s something in my ass. A very small something, granted, but still. I plant my feet a little wider, the angle somewhat awkward to maintain. Slowly, I push the carrot a little further.
A gasp falls out of my mouth, the invasion feeling odd. The carrot itself is stiff and cold, not at all like a real dick would be. Probably not that much different than a toy, though, right? I shake my head, giving my cock a few strokes to stay in the game. It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt.
I press the vegetable a little further, my ass strangling it on instinct. Wincing a little, I try to relax, butfuck. This is weird. It feels so…impersonal.
There’s a goddam carrot up your ass—what did you expect?
I growl at my conscience, forcing myself to relax. Stroking my cock, I maneuver the carrot around a bit, trying to find an angle that feels good. I manage to fit another half inch or so inside of myself, the pressure strange and not all that pleasant yet.
With a huff, I let go of my cock and grab my phone. Porn? Would that help?
I mean to go to my web browser, but somehow I find myself clicking into my text thread with Noah. I scowl, reading over our last interaction. The man thinks he’s fucking God’s gift to mankind. Like I’ll beg him for his dick. Goddamn ridiculous. I have more self-control than that. And even if Idoend up wanting to try real dick, it’s not going to be Noah’s.
Just picturing his face turning smug at the request is enough to have me nearly chucking my phone across the room. Incidentally, that causes both of my hands to tense, and the carrot lodges further up my ass. I go still, waiting for pain. There is none.
Breathing out in relief, I try fucking myself with the couple inches of makeshift dildo in my ass. It’s not…bad. But it’s not doing anything for me, either.
With a frustrated growl, I toss my phone aside. It hits the mattress, and I hear barely there ringing.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
I grab my phone, breath catching when I see the call in progress to Noah. I try to stop it, try to hit the big red button onscreen, but he answers before I have the chance.
“Colton?” the man says, sounding sleep-hoarse.
