Page 20 of Anyone And You

His lips met my cheek as he gave my tender ass a firm slap. “Only for you, princess.”

I sat up and lifted, pulling slowly off his cock and feeling empty upon standing. Robe in hand, I went to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I could already feel his cum starting to drag down my thigh, and I quickly used the toilet.

God, I was a mess.

One look in that mirror had me cringing. And he thought I was beautiful like this? Though, the more I looked at how disheveled I was—the messy hair, the mascara beneath my eyes, the red marks on my collar, and the blush on my ass… Maybe he thought it was sexy because he’d made me look like this. Because he had marked me. He’d made me a disarrayed jumble of waning makeup and frizzed hair.

I tried to compose myself the best I could before going back out into the bedroom, where I found Axel lying on the bed naked, thick dick on display between his muscular legs, his dark chest hair lightly covering that thick chest, hand behind his head—

And my rose sex toy in his hand.

My brows elevated at him twirling the thing in his hand. “I didn’t know you were a snooper, Axel.”

“Your drawer was open,” he said before reaching to the nightstand and picking up a glass of water. “Drink.”

I hadn’t realized how long I’d been in the bathroom. Long enough for him to retrieve water from the kitchen, get comfy once more on the bed, and look in my nightstand drawer.

I hugged my robe around my chest and took the water from his hand. Fuck, it was cold, and it felt amazing on my raw throat.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, and I discerned why he was asking—I was rubbing my neck in an almost comforting way like I could heal it from the outside.

I gave him a small smile. “I’m okay,” I told him. “I’ll have some hot tea for breakfast.”

I walked around and sat the water on the bedside table before crawling into bed and sitting at his side. I hugged my knees to my chest, unable to look away from him as he began trying out the different settings on the rose against his palm.

“This is usually when you kick your dates out,” he said as if he knew my routine.

“Stalker, much?” I teased him.

He didn’t meet my eyes, but his lips twitched. “Hard not to pay attention when your fake screams sound like a bad porno.”

My mouth dropped, and I shoved him sideways. A smile split his lips, mischief in his gaze. I shook my head at how pleased he was. “Ass,” I said before taking another sip of water.

“This is for after all the decent dates have left?” he asked as he held up the toy.

“All the dates, really,” I admitted. “Very few know what they’re doing. It’s good to have a back-up just in case.”

He pressed it back to his palm, going through the settings again. “What’s your favorite?”

I laid down on the pillow at his side and propped my head on my elbow. “Ah… I think it’s the fifth one. Usually takes a little longer to finish me off, but I like how it feels.”

He pressed the button five times and tested it on his hand. I wondered what he was thinking, if he was taking tips from the toy or if he, like some men, was turned off by it.

“Does it intimidate you?” I asked. “Make you feel smaller or inadequate?”

“Should it?” he asked.

“Some men think the toys are why it’s hard to get us off.”

“Idiots,” he grunted. “Those aren’t men, they’re boys. Only someone so selfish would see this as competition and not a tool.” He turned his head and met my eyes. “Let me show you.”

The notion took me aback. “You want to use it?”

Axel shifted onto his side and started removing my robe. “Have you ever thought of me while using it?” he asked as the silk fell off my shoulder. The backs of his fingers raked over my cheek, down my neck, all the way to my breast, where he paused to cup one.

“Yes,” I managed as I laid on my back, bringing my arm behind my head and opening up to him. His lips landed on my taut nipple, sucking and nipping it while massaging the other. I loved the way he did that, so much that my back arched into his touch, and I had to tighten my thighs together again when I felt his cock stiffening at my side.

He leaned up level with me then, hand still massaging my tit. “I’m going to fuck you from behind, Des,” he said, the tone of his voice dropping. “And I’m going to use this rose on your clit while I take my time filling you.”

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