Chapter 12
Damon
I pulled into the driveway, beating Maverick home. For a brief second, I considered centering the truck just to get under his skin, but it didn’t hold the same appeal it once did.
I still couldn’t believe he stuck it out on that date with Percy.
I opened the door and climbed out with a grumble. I was in a shit mood. I’d stayed out too late last night, unwilling to leave in case Maverick needed a rescue.
He didn’t.
By the time I got home I was as annoyed as Maverick that I’d gone in the first place. Why did I care? Sure, I’d set up the matchmaker profile, but Mav was choosing to go on these dates.
Probably just to bug me.
And it was working, too. I’d tossed and turned, and then got up at dawn to go to work, where Lyle had pushed us hard to meet our deadlines.
I rolled my stiff shoulders. I needed a hot shower. Needed to relax.
I walked up the porch, my steps dragging. You’d think my feet weighed ten pounds each.
A box sat propped against my door. It wasn’t plain cardboard, but was branded with Sensual Secrets. The picture on the side made my eyes go wide. It was a dick-shaped dildo, slim at the tip but growing wider as it went…and some sort of remote control?
I tilted my head to read the fine print.
Try our enemies-to-lovers mode for a wild ride, or slow down the vibrations to a sweet, sensual first. All our fan-favorite settings in one toy!
The beep-beep of Maverick’s Mini Cooper, followed by the slam of his car door, made me turn. I hadn’t even heard the damn thing. It was as quiet as a dang toy car.
Maverick wore shorts today, short ones that clung to his ass as he bent over to retrieve a tote bag from the backseat.
Fine gold hair glinted on his calves, reminding me he was a dude despite the sweet curve of his ass. I averted my gaze, fidgeting impatiently.
“I think I got something of yours,” I called.
Maverick straightened up and closed the back door. He smiled at me, eyes crinkling up in the corners.
I smiled back on reflex, but then frowned. Why has he so happy to see me? He was never happy to see me.
Maverick came up the steps, gaze dropping to the sex toy package in my hand. “Oh no, that is definitely for you.”
“What? No way. I’m sure someone left it for you.”
Maverick pointed. “There’s a note by your door.”
Sure enough, a scrap of paper sat on the porch. It must have fluttered off when I picked up the box.
I retrieved it.
Damon, since you’re so interested in what my dick is doing, here’s one for you to play with…
Maverick
I looked up with a scowl. “I’m not interested in your dick!”
He laughed as I tried to shove the box at him. My head was so hot I probably looked like a damned tomato. I didn’t need all this damn frustration after the day I’d had.
“Take it,” I growled.
“Oooh, Damon, so tempting, but you’re not my type.”
“Bullshit, I’m not your type!” I snapped out before thinking better of it. “You’re not my type.”
“Hmm. Well, maybe the toy will be more your speed.”
Maverick stepped inside and closed his door in my face. I stood there like an asshole with a fake dick in my hand.
Damn it.
I stormed inside, tossing aside the box in disgust. It landed on top of laundry piled on the recliner. I should really put all that away.
I picked up the toy and placed it on the coffee table instead. It sat there, lewd and rude. I couldn’t keep a dildo in my living room. What if my sister came over? Worse, what if Rudy stopped by? The thought of his loud mouth telling all the guys made me snatch it up again.
I stomped into the bedroom and opened the side table. I slid the box into the drawer next to the lube and condoms.
I huffed an annoyed breath. There. Out of sight, out of mind. Now I could get on with my evening.
I went into the bathroom and started the shower. Once the water heated, I stripped down and stepped inside.
Ahhh. Bliss. I closed my eyes as the heat and steam worked their magic, washing away sweat and loosening my muscles.
I grabbed the body wash and scrubbed down. When my cock started hardening, it wasn’t surprising. Maverick wasn’t wrong. I hadn’t gotten laid in a while.
I wasn’t sure why, but I’d stopped trying to pick up anyone at the bar. I’d been around the block a few times in a small town like Granville. Maybe I needed to drive over to Riverton for some new faces.
Maverick’s ass in those little shorts rose in my mind’s eye just as I closed my fist around my dick.
My heart lurched. What the actual fuck?
I loosened my grip, but my dick ached, urging me to continue. I bit my bottom lip, looking down at my shaft. It was similar in size to that toy.
And now Maverick’s teasing note came back to me. Since you’re so interested in what my dick is doing, here’s one for you to play with…
Play with, as in put it up my ass? Would that even feel good? Gay men seemed to like it, so it must, right?
My hole clenched even as heat flushed through me.
No. Maverick was just fucking with my head. I was not curious.
I gave my cock a stroke. I’d just jerk off and call it a night.
Except, now I couldn’t get Maverick out of my head. Couldn’t get that impish smile of his to go the fuck away or the question of whether his dick might be of a similar size to the toy.
Was he giving it to me in the hopes I’d like it and ask him for the real thing?
“Ah god,” I moaned as arousal shot through me.
But stroking wasn’t enough. Maverick had fucked with my head and good. As if in a daze, I found myself turning off the water, giving myself a quick dry, and retrieving the sex toy from the bedside table.
No one had to know I’d ever tried it.
I was horny and curious, but it didn’t have to mean anything. I was just exploring my own damn body.
Decision made, I opened the box, scanned the instructions, and went into the bathroom to give it a quick wash. Thankfully, it came charged up and ready to go.
I sprawled on the bed, legs wide, and lubed it up.
My heart beat faster, as if I was about to do something illicit. Maybe a little dangerous.
My pulse beat in my cock. I was so turned on precum welled up. That hadn’t happened since I was a teenager. Okay, then. I was doing this.
I pressed the lubed tip of the toy against my asshole. Once it notched into place, I shoved it in.
A burn ignited, making me hiss with pain. Fucking hell. Too fast, too fucking fast!
I froze, body trembling with a shot of adrenaline as the fire burned through me. My ass gradually relaxed around the dildo, but it still felt like an invasion, something that didn’t belong in there.
I could quit, but… something about Maverick’s teasing had gotten to me. I couldn’t prove I didn’t want dick if I didn’t actually try it out properly, could I? More than just the tip.
I took a deep breath, then exhaled. Forced myself to relax. I closed my eyes, resting my head on the pillow, and slowly nudged it forward. My hole stretched, but the pain had ebbed to a quiet burn.
I was caught between twin sensations. I wanted to push it out. I also wanted it deeper in me. I gritted my teeth and pushed, letting it slowly stretch and fill me.
So weird so weird so—
“Fuck,” I gasped.
Sparks shot off inside my ass. What the actual fuck? I rocked it against that spot again and moaned.
The magical prostate. Fuck me. It did feel good.
I withdrew the toy a few inches, then punched it in, and cursed as it shot pleasure through me. I did it a few more times, my wrist aching at the position, before I remembered there was a remote control with this fucker.
I reached for it, squinting at the settings, and hit the closest button.
It whirred to life, vibrating right up against my prostate.
“Ahh!”
I nearly shot right out of my skin. Too fucking intense. I fumbled with the remote, hitting buttons randomly until it transitioned into long, slow pulses. My eyes rolled back in my head.
“Fuck yeah,” I rasped, my fingers going to my nipples and plucking as the toy worked my prostate.
This was good. This was incredible.
Waves of pleasure washed over me, ebbing and flowing, but never crashing. My cock hardened again, demanding attention. I was reluctant to end the sensuous massage the toy was giving my insides, but the urge to come grew.
My willpower wasn’t strong enough.
I grabbed my dick, squeezing, and ecstasy shot through me. I jerked myself hard and fast, suddenly desperate to come. I moaned. So close…but not quite… there.
I fumbled with the buttons again, turning the vibrations up now that I’d adjusted to the lower setting.
A more powerful jolt hit my prostate, and suddenly I imagined Maverick over me, ramming his dick in me. I arched, climaxing too hard to even make a sound as my cock shot streamers of cum and my ass fluttered—a full-body orgasm wracking me.
I could only gasp and come and collapse to the bed with a broken sound as all the tension in my body released in a flood of endorphins.
The damn toy continued to buzz away, stimulating me, and it was too much now. With a tortured groan, I fumbled for the off button and dragged the dildo out of my ass with a wince.
I stared at its phallic shape for a long minute, still trying to get my brain online after the mind-melting orgasm.
Okay. So, a fake dick had just made me come harder than ever. But that didn’t mean I was into dudes. Some women were into pegging guys, right? I could just find an assertive woman to fuck me with a toy. Maybe a strap-on?
Not Maverick.
Definitely not him or his dick.
This was fine. It was normal. I had a prostate, and it liked massage. Good to know.
I blew out a breath and melted into the bed. My body was warm and loose, humming with satisfaction.
No point ruining a good orgasmic high. I’d stop worrying about what it meant and just enjoy the afterglow.
No harm, no foul, right?