27. Anal and unrelated TROs
ANAL AND UNRELATED TROS
My muscles are loose, and I feel relaxed, while also feeling completely on edge. I crave more. The anticipation has me needy and rubbing my thighs together.
It’s not that I don’t like anal, it’s just never been something that the other men I’ve been with have taken the time to ensure it was also good for me.
I know Gavin is going to make it good; I know that I’m going to enjoy myself and it’s going to be an experience I won’t forget. I’m not even nervous about the what if’s or what could go wrong. No, far from it. I’m excited.
Excited to give him something that he wants from me, eager to actually enjoy the act.
His hands are strong and firm against my back, his fingers working out every point of tension. There’s no doubt that he knows how wet I am, just like I know how hard he is when his cock just so happens to slide against my ass. We’re both aching for it, and the buildup is half the experience.
The heat of the melted wax barely registers anymore, just a warm, comfortable liquid covering my body. The scent of coconut is thick in the air, and I think I’ll correlate this moment with the scent for the rest of my life.
Next time we’ll use the hotter ones that harden and need to be peeled off my skin, but I can’t imagine doing it now. I need him so fucking bad, and I realize that I’m not above begging.
“Please, Gavin,” I say, as he rubs my lower back.
“What, is there a spot I missed?” he says, and I know the smug bastard is smiling as he says it.
“Please fuck me,” I say. Maybe if I’m direct enough with my pleading, he’ll give me what I want.
“Are you aching for it, Katherine? You want me to fuck you in the ass that bad? Then ask for it,” he says, his thumb teasing my back entrance.
I swallow thickly, and he applies hardly any pressure, doesn’t even try to push into me.
“Fuck me in the ass…please,” I say, giving him what he wants.
I’m rewarded immediately as his thumb presses harder against my hole.
“I love it when you’re needy for me. Don’t worry, I’ll always take care of my girl.”
My. Girl.
Fuck, I like it more than I should. I like this all too much.
It’s no longer feeling casual. This is cresting over sexual exploration to a level of intimacy I’ve never experienced.
I like needing Gavin too, and Ben. I keep getting these small nuggets of who they are as individual men and I like what I see… too much.
It would never work out, it would never be socially acceptable. What we have is behind closed doors. We’ve all agreed to it, and I have to take what I can get.
He grabs one of the extra towels on the bed, wiping down his hands and my ass and hips, cleaning up some of the oil, and doing it far too slowly in my opinion. I want him so bad, and I feel like he’s making me wait, building the anticipation for how good he’s going to make this for me.
Gavin grabs the bottle of lube from the nightstand, drizzling the cool liquid, a stark contrast against the oil, against my crack, using his thumb to rub and tease. I don’t feel as tense as I have in the past. I’m not clenching or stressing about every single thing.
Gavin’s a good man, he’s in charge, and he’ll take care of me.
He pushes his thumb in, and I automatically push my ass against his hand. He laughs lowly, and firmly grabs my ass cheek, holding me still.
“You should see how fucking good your ass looks covered in oil and me pressing inside of you,” he says, giving me a rough smack against my cheek before squeezing the flesh.
I live for the combination of pain and sweet words. His thumb is pressing in and out of me, the build of pressure is nice, and equally torturous as I wait for more. He’s taking his time as he stretches me slowly before moving on to using more fingers, preparing me for the size of his length.
“This ass is mine, you got that?”
I nod, which apparently isn’t good enough, making him spank me again.
“I’m gonna have you addicted to taking my cock here. You’ll be begging to take me and Ben at the same time,” he says.
I swallow, and instead of fear, I feel completely turned on. That wasn’t in the realm of possibility for me before, but could I really? Could I train my body to take them both at the same time like that? Sure, I’ve seen it in porn, it’s possible, but could that be me?
The visuals are too clear; me straddling Ben, petting his hair and kissing his face as I warm his cock, and then Gavin slipping in my ass, making me feel so wholly full.
“You like the idea, don’t you?” he asks.
“I want that,” I whisper.
He grabs my small bullet vibrator off the nightstand and hands it to me.
“Lowest setting only,” he says, and I press the button, following his directions, which is a foreign concept, because usually I have this sucker on level 3 to come in a matter of seconds.
The low hum of the vibrator fills the room as I slip my hand between my legs and place it on my clit. It feels good, but doesn’t give me what I need to finish.
Gavin is using more lube, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never been more oiled up in my entire life as I feel the head of his cock pressing against me.
“Relax for me. That’s it. Fuck,” he says, as he so slowly presses the tip inside.
The stretch doesn’t hurt, and he takes it so slowly, pressing just a little more in with each thrust. I can hear the way I’m sucking him in, and with the way he’s gripping my ass, I know he’s trying to control himself.
“You’re taking me in so good, baby. God, this ass looks so pretty with my cock in it.”
I know that if I turn the vibrator up even one setting, I’ll come on the spot. It has me panting as I ride that edge of euphoria.
It feels better than any of the other times I’ve tried the act, and when Gavin pushes deeper, I can’t help but to moan. My thighs are shaking and all I want to do is collapse on the bed.
Gavin notices, of course he notices.
“Lie down,” he says, keeping his dick inside of me as he helps adjust me so that I’m lying flat on the bed. “Fuck, this makes you even tighter,” he hisses.
His hands are pressed on my lower back as he continues his slow thrusts. The vibrator rests against my clit, the pressure of lying like this making the vibrations stronger.
He’s slow with the way he fucks me, and I imagine the way he watches where were connected, his eyes never leaving the spot he’s claiming for his own. It’s ridiculously hot and has me on edge.
“More,” I beg against the towel I’m holding on for dear life. “Please,” I say, feeling like I’m nearing tears. Not from pain, this feels far from it, but from being on the precipice of orgasm for so long.
Gavin’s fingers dig into my skin roughly as his strong thighs staddle my body and he pushes harder into me, his pelvis crashing against my ass as he fucks me. I moan into the bed, gripping the towel.
“Fuck,” Gavin whimpers out, his hand sliding to the nape of my neck where he holds me down. “You’re going to come for me while I fuck you in the ass, Katherine? You want it so bad don’t you, sweetheart? Tell me how bad you need to come like this.”
“So bad, Gavin. Please,” I say, slipping up and saying his name. I expect a swat to the ass, but all I’m given are sharper thrusts and a tighter grip against the back of my neck.
My body is pressed so tightly against the bed I can’t escape and I relish in the feeling of being completely dominated while filled. The bouncing of his hips has my pussy hitting the vibrator in just the right way.
I finally…fucking finally, fall over the edge. A near cry of bliss slipping out of my lips as I come, my pussy clenching around nothing as I suck in Gavin deeper.
I can’t even hear what Gavin is saying. It’s like black spots are fielding my vision and my hearing is going out. Maybe I was holding my breath.
But before I know it, he’s pulling out of my ass, making me moan from sensation and the sudden emptiness as more warm liquid splatters against my back.
“Goddamn,” he says, collapsing on the bed next to me, one of his large hands placed on my lower back as I turn and face him. “A work of art if I ever saw one,” he says, admiring his painting and I can’t help but to smile at him, one he gives me right back. It’s charming and sweet.
He looks thoroughly exhausted and satisfied.
Maybe the moment after having the best anal of your life isn’t the time to realize it. But as I look at him, his lips parted, eyes closed, and his dark hair messy with sweat, it’s clear as day. I think I’m falling for him, while also having feelings for his brother.
I turn the vibrator off, leaving it somewhere in my bed.
Gavin is taking a few deep breaths before his blue-green gaze meets mine. He doesn’t say anything, he just leans down and presses the softest kiss against my forehead.
“You okay?” he checks in.
“Yeah, more than okay.”
“I hate to sound like my brother, but I have to know what you would grade your experience?” he jokes.
I bite my lip and shake my head. “I guess we’ll never know,” I say, sliding off the edge, my body covered in oil as Gavin hops up and chases me into the shower, making me squeal as he picks me up around the waist and smacks my ass lightly.
We’re under the spray of the water as he cups my cheeks and kisses me.
“Do you need anything before we finish up here and go to sleep?” he asks and I just shake my head, kissing him back.
Being taken care of by him, being in his arms, is all I want right now.
I thought I hated sleeping next to men. I realize now I just hated sleeping next to Will. Maybe it was because my body knew he was wrong for me before my mind did, or maybe it’s just that we were incompatible.
Gavin and Ben hardly move or wake in their sleep, and thankfully neither snores, so I wake up feeling refreshed, if not confused.
I wake slightly before Gavin, but when he does wake up, he does it with a smile.
“You can not be a temptress this morning. We have shit to do.”
“Me? A temptress?” I joke and he pushes me down on the bed, the back of my head cushioned by a pillow as his chest covers mine.