Chapter 38
I’ve never hadto wear an anal plug in my ass for an extended period of time before. Not while swimming, that’s for fucking sure. But Garrison was too into the idea of making me suffer while snorkelling to turn him down.
My pulse flutters when I step into the bedroom and involuntarily clench around the silicone plug in my ass for the millionth time since he slid it in. It feels really damn good, but I’m so turned on I may die without some relief soon. I want something filling my pussy to match, and I’m not even picky as to what.
“How do you feel?” Garrison asks, his voice gruffer than it was a few minutes ago.
With an easy movement, I tug at the tie around my neck and let my bikini top tumble to the floor. My bottoms are next, although I have to tug the string free from between my cheeks before it joins the fabric at my feet. The shifting causes the plug to press deeper, and I flare my nostrils with a deep inhale.
“I’d feel a hell of a lot better seated on your dick, but it feels good like this too,” I say.
He watches me with patience that I know is only there on the surface. He’s really chomping on the bit to rush toward me and explore my stretched hole. I can see it in the flex of his hands and the strained muscle in his throat.
Humming, he tucks his thumbs into the band of his shorts and begins tugging them down his hips. I gulp as his cock springs free, slapping his lower belly, the tip already glistening.
“I’m a weak man when it comes to that look, honey,” he murmurs, features smoothing into sheer adoration.
“Likewise.”
“Lean over the edge of the bed for me. Ass in the air.”
I spin on my heels and sway toward the bed. My chest presses to the unmade bed as I stretch my arms out in front of me and wiggle for him. The press of my thighs together as I wait has my arousal slicking them instead of relieving the ache in my core.
His presence behind me hits me first. It wraps around my body in a sensual, possessive embrace. Then, he glides a palm over the curve of my ass. I push back into it, and his low chuckle skitters along my skin, goosebumps pebbling in its wake.
“Ready?” he asks on a groan.
Not trusting myself to form a coherent sentence, I only hum.
“Then spread your legs, baby.”
The moment I do, he has two fingers buried inside of me. I jerk at not only the cold touch but the immediate flush of pleasure that follows. I’m so full, the dual sensation a shock that I desperately want more of.
With one hand working my core, he brings the other to my ass. He presses between my cheeks and circles the plug. I mewl into the bedding, needing more and more and more.
“I’m taking it out now,” he warns breathlessly, giving me plenty of time to tell him not to before?—
“Holy fucking shit,” I whine, gripping the sheets as an orgasm knocks into me, flipping the world upside down. My vision darkens as I yell, “Fuck me, Garrison. Now!”
I’m dripping down his hand, gushing around the digits in my pussy as he works the plug in a second time. Then, the fingers between my legs disappear before he works one in alongside the plug, stretching me to the point of no return. I buck up, and he keeps going.
“That’s a good girl. You’re nearly ready, honey. Almost. Just need to stretch you a little wider.”
I nod subconsciously and give myself over to him. The stretch of the plug combined with his finger is nothing but pure, undiluted pleasure. I’m ready for him, but I know he’s waiting to know that himself.
“Please,” I whimper, wiggling to meet every thrust.
“Okay. Okay, I’ll be right back.” His voice wobbles more with every word spoken.
I feel empty when he leaves me gaping and moves around the room. The click of a bottle cap opening ramps up my excitement. Inhaling a long, steady breath, I try to clear my mind enough to focus. I want to be fully present for this moment.
The cold drip of lube down my crack sobers me. I focus on the movements behind me and risk a look over my shoulder for the first time.
Garrison’s expression is one of rapture. I gasp at the look, the image of it implanting itself into my memory. His eyes meet mine, and I go up in flames at the heat in them, loving the burn.
His cock shines as he strokes a heavy helping of lube along the shaft and steps behind me, thighs pressing to mine. He’s not shaking the way I am, and I’m grateful for that. One of us needs to be in control here, and it sure as fuck isn’t me.
“You still want this?” he asks, aligning himself with my asshole.
I nod furiously, my tongue darting out to swipe at my dry lips. “So badly. Please.”
His eyes smolder as he drops them to my ass and presses forward, the tip slipping in. My lips part on a silent cry as he pushes further and then retreats. He repeats the motion over and over, each inward press sending him deeper inside of me until he’s buried fully.
“Still okay?” he groans, gasping for breath.
My head lolls forward. My reply is slurred, pleasure drunk. “So okay.”
“Shit,” he hisses before pulling out and thrusting the entire length of him for the first time. “Look at you. Your perfect, tight ass taking every inch of me.”
“Garrison,” I cry, my body having a mind of its own. Every thrust is met with one of my own, driving him deeper than I thought was possible.
It’s almost too much yet not enough.
Reading my body better than I can, he brings his hand down on my backside, the slap ringing through the room over the sound of wet thrusts. My eyes roll back.
“Again,” I demand.
The next hit is harder, and I moan at the burn. My hand has a mind of its own as it slides between my legs and finds my pussy. I rub my clit in hard circles, and everything around us explodes in white light.
“Oh fuck!” Garrison shouts, gripping my hips as he fucks into me. “Come for me, baby. Come with my cock in your ass.”
I don’t need his permission, but it intensifies my orgasm. Every one of my senses zones into him as I shudder in aftershocks, every thrust in my ass wringing them out.
“Your turn,” I whisper, using the last of my strength to turn my head to watch him as he loses his mind. “I want it in my ass.”
His head falls back as he curses a storm and buries himself to the hilt. I moan, grinning loopily into the mattress. He releases my hips and slides his hands up my back and over my sides, the touch maybe more so for him than me. A reminder that I’m right here after what just happened. The remaining walls between us that we just took a sledgehammer to.
“Baby,” he murmurs, draping himself over me to kiss up my spine. “You’re incredible.”
“That makes two of us.”
“Let me clean you up. Are you in any pain?”
“Just sore. But in a good way.”
He nods and pulls my damp hair from the back of my neck before feathering kisses there too. I nearly purr at the affection.
Garrison’s love of aftercare wasn’t expected, but it’s one of the many things I love about him. I swallow my complaints when he leans back, and I shiver at the sudden blast of cool air. He slips out of me, and I wince at the growing ache left behind. I wouldn’t change anything about what we just did, though. Not a single thing.
“Be right back,” he soothes before disappearing into the bathroom.
The loud sound of the bath faucet running turns me to goo even more than I already am. My eyes drift shut as I wait for him to return. Maybe I doze off because the next thing I know, soft hands are stroking my face, and I’m blinking to find Garrison beside me.
“Bath time, my love,” he whispers before helping me up onto my feet. “We can sleep after.”
“Okay.”
He tucks me beneath his arm and into his chest as we move. The first thing I notice when we step into the bathroom is the smell of my body wash and the near overflowing amount of bubbles in the massive tub. I grin like a fool and let him help me step into the hot water.
Once I’m settled, he climbs in after me and urges me to slide forward. He sits behind me before wrapping his arms around my middle and pulling my back to his chest.
He presses his face into my neck and asks, “Good?”
“Better than I think I’ve ever been.”
“Yeah? Me too.”
I fit my head into the crook of his neck and close my eyes. “Thank you for everything, Garrison. These past few days were amazing.”
“Can I assume that you forgive me for being an idiot before we left now?”
A tease of a smile pulls at my mouth. “Yeah, I think you can.”
“I’ll add successful groveller to my resume the moment we get back.”
“I didn’t think it was possible for you to outdo Brody’s act of service when he bought Anna a fluffy cow, but you most definitely did.”
“Banana, right?”
“The one and only. You’ve seen her?”
“Only my first day. I don’t spend any time with the cows. Wade trusts me with the horses instead.”
“Do you miss them? I bet Kip misses you.”
He draws soft circles on my belly. “Yeah. Kip’s a friend.”
“He adores you. You’re really good with him. With all of them, really.”
“It surprised me how much I grew to like them. Between Kip and Johnny, I made far more friends in Cherry Peak than I thought I was going to,” he admits.
The admission makes me sad. I wish he had made a million more friends. “You could have more than just those two. Brody makes a pretty decent friend.”
“Brody doesn’t want to be my friend, honey. It’s probably better that way. I’m still his boss.”
I frown. “It’s not better that way. Friends are friends regardless of the circumstance. You’re both grown men; I’m sure you could figure out how to work together while being friends.”
“We’ll see. He’ll be back from Calgary by now.”
I glide my palm over his thigh before resting it on his knee. He presses the length of it again mine, and I sigh, going limp in his arms.
“Better late than never,” I tell him before letting my eyes flutter shut.
“Stay awake for a few more minutes for me,” he tells me, but I’m already drifting.
I only wake when he helps me out of the bath and wraps me in a fluffy towel before leading me back to the bedroom and tucking me into bed. The weight of him wrapped around me as we lie on our sides is the last comfort needed to send me into a dreamless sleep.