Chapter 21
LILA
Sutton has spent every spare moment working on his new house this weekend, getting home late and grabbing a few hours of sleep before heading back.
Mandy has been here the last couple of days, and it’s been nice to hang out with her and Amos.
But that means we’ve had no opportunities to hook up again.
I should be okay with that. It’s not like I’m a nympho who needs constant orgasms but by the time we get the trailer to ourselves again Monday night, I’m so wound up. The little trip I made to the sex toy store earlier didn’t help.
Sutton steps into my room right after his shower and glances at the three butt plugs sitting on the nightstand alongside a bottle of lube. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
“Excuse me? I didn’t talk you into anything. You wanted to do butt stuff.”
“To your butt. The small one better be for me.”
One of them is pretty large, but the smallest is only slightly bigger than his thumb. If he really hasn’t done anything like this before, I’m not trying to hurt him. “It is. I knew you’d be a big baby about it. I can take the medium one.”
He grins, shaking his head. “I’m not rising to that challenge. It’s all yours.”
“You can still back out.”
He picks up a plug and lube. “No way. Get those panties off. Let’s do this.”
Of course he wants me to go first. Even though Amos has already left for work, I reach over and lock my bedroom door. You never know. I slide my pants and underwear down together and hold out my hand for the plug.
“Absolutely not.” He grabs me and plants a kiss on my lips, devastating me with that talented tongue as he squeezes my ass. “Bend over the bed.” The next hour is going to be torture. I’m already turned on and ready to go.
I lie on my stomach bent over the edge of the bed, and he runs his hand over each of my cheeks. A second later, I feel the toy slipping back and forth over my hole. It doesn’t take much pressure to get the tip in but when it gets to the widest part, I can’t help my sharp breath.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks softly. “Slower?”
“No, I’m good.” The plug pops in the rest of the way, and I relax. It doesn’t hurt, but I sure feel it when I stand back up. I quickly pull my clothes on and grin at him. “Your turn. Hands on the bed.”
“You’re so eager,” he says with a chuckle as I pick up the small plug.
“No guy has ever let me do this before,” I confess. “It’s pretty hot.”
If he had any second thoughts, that seems to quell them. He turns around, yanks his pants down and bends over, placing his palms on the bed. He doesn’t react when I brush the toy over his hole, but he jerks a little when I press the tip inside. His body tenses up.
“Relax.” I run my free hand over his back. His muscles unclench and I work it in a tiny bit farther.
“You switched them!” he accuses, pulling away as he turns to look back.
I hold it up to show him. “I did not.”
“It feels huge.”
Giggles spill out of me. “Imagine how a dick feels then.”
He turns back around to stare at the bed. “I’d rather not.”
“Tell me if it hurts.” It goes in easier this time. He lets out a little curse when it slides past the widest point and into place. “There you go,” I chirp.
He yanks his pants up and doesn’t look at me when he turns around. His cheeks are red. Why is his embarrassment so damn adorable? “It feels like it could fall out.”
“The smaller ones can come out easier, but it should be fine with the flared base. Or we can try a bigger one.”
“No.” The word leaps out of him. “No thanks, butt plug expert. This is good.”
“Okay, one hour. Timer starts now.” I step up close, reach around him, and press on the base of the plug through the cloth. “Just to make sure.”
He pulls me against him, his hand wandering over my ass. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“So much.”
“Live it up now, sweetheart. You’re going to be bent over my bed later with my cock buried in your ass.”
“Such confidence that you’ll make it an entire hour,” I tease, trying to hide how much those words affected me. I want him right now.
“Oh, it’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck and spank this sexy ass until it’s bright red.” The sudden crack of his palm stings through my clothes and jostles the plug, making me moan. The sound brings a satisfied smile to his lips. “One hour,” he says, and walks out of the room.
It’s going to be the longest hour ever. Dusty trots into the bathroom and whines while I’m washing my hands. I should get his evening walk out of the way since I’ll be otherwise occupied soon.
Sutton looks over at me from where he stands at the kitchen counter, playing on his phone. “What’s the matter?” I ask, latching Dusty’s leash on. “Afraid to sit down?”
“Don’t worry about me. Worry about what I’m going to do to you later.”
I’m not worried, but it’s all I can think about as I take Dusty on a quick walk around the block.
I know the plug isn’t visible through my sweatpants and no one can tell, but I’m still glad I don’t run into any of the neighbors.
It’d feel strange to engage in small talk with something stuck up my ass.
The headlights illuminating my driveway when I return test that theory. “Hey!” Maren calls, climbing out of her car as the passenger and back doors open. “Do you have a second? Pops wants to talk to you.”
Pops is Maren’s grandfather. He raised her and they’re super close. He also used to live with her until he came out and started dating Corbin, another older man at Happy Haven. They only recently moved away together.
“Sure, come on in,” I call, letting Dusty in the front door. Sutton looks up at me with his eyes wide. It’s not like I have a good excuse for sending them away.
Maren greets Sutton as she enters and then introduces him to her grandfather and Corbin.
Pops gives me a quick hug and holds out an envelope. “I wanted to deliver this in person. I hope you can make it.”
An invitation waits inside. “You’re getting married! Congratulations.”
He beams at me. “We’re going to go to the courthouse to get hitched, but the invitation is for the reception here at the community building.
Maren just told me that Amos is living with you.
I would’ve brought him one too, but let him know he’s more than welcome to join you.
Hell, the whole neighborhood is welcome. ”
“I’ll definitely let him know.” We all sit in the living room while Sutton remains standing. I’m surprised he didn’t make a beeline for his room, but he probably doesn’t want to seem impolite. “So, who proposed?” I ask. “I want details.”
They grin at each other and Corbin speaks up. “I did. We were on a cruise and it seemed like the perfect opportunity.” He pulls out his phone to show me some pictures.
“Show her that video you took during the storm,” Pops says.
“It was wild,” Corbin replies with a gravelly chuckle. “But what an adventure.” He motions for Sutton and I to come and see as he hits play. He started recording on the deck but once the storm starts, it jumps to being shot from a porthole where dark waves slap against the glass.
“Hell no,” Sutton says. “I’d be wearing a dress and sitting in a lifeboat.”
Everybody cracks up, and we all chat for a few minutes. Pops has just announced that they should be going when Dusty starts whining and pawing at the bottom of the empty recliner.
“His ball rolled under there. I got it,” Sutton says. He bends over to retrieve it with his ass facing the couch where the three of them sit. A sudden yelp leaps out of him, and I see the lump in the seat of his pants for a second before he clamps a hand around it and stands up straight.
Oh my god.
He stands there frozen, holding onto the plug through his pants and there’s no way anyone missed it.
“I believe that fart came with friends, son,” Pops says without a hint of amusement in his voice. “Happens to the best of us.”
Without a response, Sutton rushes away down the hall with Dusty on his heels while Corbin adds, “It was a good catch though!”
The sound of running water coming from the bathroom is the only noise until Maren breaks the silence. “Alright, that’s…let’s go.” They all get to their feet and head for the door.
Once Pops and Corbin get outside, she tells them she’ll catch up and pauses to tell me something. I’m not sure what it was because Dusty chooses that moment to run up and drop the butt plug at her feet like a gift.
She looks at it, then at me. Yeah, she knows exactly what happened. “Okay, I’m going to let you two…uh…get back to it,” she says, failing to restrain her giggle. “I’ll call you later.”
I’m sure she will. This is not going well so far. After locking the door behind her, I go to find Sutton. He’s perched on the edge of his bed.
“Good thing my place will be ready soon because now I have to move.” His lips twitch when I cover my smile as he continues, “I washed it, and then dropped it on the way down the hall. The little asshole snatched it up. There was no way I was going to chase him.”
“It’s fine. Everyone was gone. Nobody saw it.” Maren won’t say anything to anyone, and she’ll back up my lie to save him the embarrassment.
He stands up and looks down at me. “Fine? They think I shit myself. That I was standing in the living room, holding a chunk of shit in my hand.”
The laughter I’ve fought to hold back bursts out. I can’t help it. He crosses his arms and shakes his head, his lips pressed together in a restrained grin.
“I’m sorry.” I can barely get the words out. “But the way it shot out of there. Like a cork out of a bottle.”
“That’s it,” he says, as I gasp for breath, holding my side. He grabs me and pulls me face down across his lap on the bed.
“And then you caught it!” I wail as he yanks my sweatpants off and my underwear down. My body shakes and I can’t stop even when he swats both of my ass cheeks hard. “Ow! Okay, it’s not funny.”
“Then why are you still laughing?”
“I’m not.” I am. It keeps replaying in my head. The yelp, the catch. Pop’s words. “Fart,” I gasp out. “Came with…came with.” I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard. Tears pour from my eyes.
I know I’m in trouble when he hooks his leg over both of mine. Quick, stinging swats finally choke off my laughter and have me squirming to get away. Well, maybe a giggle still escapes here and there.
“Alright! I’m sorry!”
“Are you?” he taunts, his palm landing again.
“Ow! Yes!” It hurts, but I also kind of like it. Guess I’ve discovered something new about myself.
“What are you sorry for?”
At my hesitation, he lights up both cheeks again. “Laughing at you! I have to pee.”
Damn the chuckle that comes out along with those words. “You’re still laughing.” The feel of the plug being pulled halfway out gets my attention. He presses it in and out, making me moan.
“That’s better.” He smacks my ass one more time, then pulls me to my feet and yanks up my underwear. “You have ten minutes to get back here. We’ll see if you can laugh when you’re taking it in the ass.”
I probably want it more than he does at this point, but I can’t resist. “I don’t know. The deal was that you wear a plug for an hour and it was only—”
My words are cut off when he steps toward me and I dart to the bathroom.
After emptying my bladder and cleaning up, I can’t resist a quick look at my rear in the mirror. Both cheeks are blotched with pink. I’m surprised how much that turns me on.
When I return, Sutton has covered his bed with an old blanket. A towel, wet washcloth, and bottle of lube wait beside him.
“You’re so eager,” I tease, as he strips off his clothes. “Have you done this before?”
“Of course.” He pauses and looks at me like it just occurred to him it might be my first time. “Have you?”
“Yes, a couple of times.”
He closes the bedroom door, then pulls me into his arms. His hands wander down to slip under the back of my panties as his warm mouth lands on my neck.
“Your ass is so perfect.” I melt under his touch and the sound of his husky voice in my ear.
“Did you like getting it spanked?” I’m not sure why it’s kind of hard to admit, but it is.
“Yes.”
“Good, because I plan to do it again soon.”
The passion ignites between us the way it always inexplicably does. He kisses and licks my body like he’ll never have another chance, occasionally pushing the plug in and out as he gets me worked up and desperate to come.
I’m so close more than once, and he chuckles at my groan when he leaves me hanging again. “I want to feel you come when I’m inside you.”
“Then get inside me.”
He has me lay face down on the bed, and pulls one of my knees up. His hand trails down my back. “So fucking beautiful, Delilah.”
My cheeks warm at the compliment, and I moan when he tugs the plug out. He crouches over me, caressing my thigh as he lubes us both up.
My eyes close when he leans over to suck at the back of my neck. “Stop me if you don’t like it. I don’t want to hurt you.”
In my experience, it always comes with a little pain, but I’m so relaxed and ready for him that it isn’t bad at all when he presses the head in. He stops, kissing and caressing when he meets a little resistance.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I push back against him, letting him in a little more. He takes over, slowly working himself in and out until my muscles relax. “Oh fuck,” I gasp as he slides all the way inside me.
He pulls back and advances again. The burning pinch fades into nothing but pleasure. He slips his hand down to run a fingertip through my pussy. “Look how wet you are.” He leans over, as deep inside me as he can go and his voice in my ear is practically a growl. “You like my cock in your ass.”
Like isn’t a strong enough word. I feel stuffed full of him. My body is on fire, and the gnawing desire to come grows to an insatiable hunger. “Fuck me, please.”
He’s not a man who needs to be asked twice. It feels like it lasts forever, those slow strokes that gradually build to firm, constant thrusts. I’m going out of my mind by the time he reaches down to rub my clit and sends me into a mind shattering orgasm.
Before I can recover, his hands land on mine, pinning them to the bed while he fucks my ass without mercy. I love every second of it. Being trapped beneath him, held down and helpless as he pounds into me.
The sharp, clipped shout that escapes him when he drives in deep is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
If I thought this would be any less explosive with him than regular sex, he’s proved me wrong. There doesn’t seem to be anything this man can do to my body that doesn’t make it sing.