38. Avocado – Meaning Love Romance Sexual Romance
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AVOCADO
(ALLIGATOR PEAR, BUTTER FRUIT, TESTICLE TREE, WILD PEAR)
MEANING: LOVE; ROMANCE; SEXUAL ROMANCE
OCEAN
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M y husband observed the treasure chest of toys with a playful gaze. And I was happy to watch. Because all of him on display, cock hard and ready, muscles shadowed in the dim light like a damn painting? It was a masterpiece.
Not to mention I needed a minute to catch my breath.
I wanted to know what he would choose for us and not think about it. Of course I had my favorites, but being at his mercy made heat flash through me in ways I wasn’t entirely familiar with.
“There’s so many things in here,” he mused, as if he and the others hadn’t designed everything in the trunk. “We’ll eventually get through all of them.”
“Tonight?” I stared at him.
A sinful smirk crossed his lips. “As much as I wish, we might have to save some fun for the others.”
Pushing myself up on my elbows, I watched him retrieve something small and place it at the edge of the bed, and then pick up a rectangular box from the chest and turn away, hiding it from me. All that did was give me a view of his glorious ass, which I wasn’t complaining about.
Anxiety gripped my chest, the insecurity washing up like a wave. I took slow breaths through it. This incredible Alpha had just been on his knees for me, eating me like he was a dying man and I was his last meal. I didn’t need to question whether he wanted me. But seeing him like this, so confident and stark, drew the comparisons between us in my mind.
I didn’t doubt them, but I also didn’t know if I would ever feel completely at ease in my own skin. But seeing the way they looked at me helped more than they could ever know.
“What did you pick?”
Cameron tossed the toy onto the bed faster than I could see it and caged himself on top of me before dragging me up the bed with him. He moved me so easily. I was already where he wanted me to go before the worry hit my brain, and that alone was enough to have arousal pouring over me like honey.
Big girls didn’t get manhandled. Big girls were grateful anyone wanted them at all. Big girls didn’t get the same things, like being fucked up against walls or carried. With them, they seemed determined to give me everything, and it didn’t seem like a hardship.
“I picked a couple of things. First one I know you’ll like.” He stared at my lips, seemingly entranced. “Because I know how much you like it when I suck your clit.”
My mouth dropped open, making him laugh. Cam kissed me, tangling our tongues and sucking on mine like he was giving an illustration. “Embarrassed, sweetheart?”
“I— I don’t know. I’m just not used to anyone saying things like that out loud.”
“Well, I’ll say it. We’ll all say it. Because I like it as much as you like it. The only thing I like more than that while my mouth is between your legs is dipping my tongue inside you. Fucking you with it. That’s where you’re the sweetest.”
I caught his shoulders, loving the way his body settled on mine. My favorite type of weight. “I haven’t tasted any of you.”
His eyebrows rose. “You want that?”
Biting my lip, I nodded. His scent was already everywhere around me. Seeping into my senses and my skin. And I wanted him everywhere . On my tongue, so I could have one more sense simply be aware of him.
“I’ll make sure to remember. Maybe I’ll have you sit on my face while you taste my cock.”
I snorted. “And crush you?”
Cam leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, making me arch toward him. It felt like so much more than a simple touch. One breast and then the other until I couldn’t even keep my eyes open.
“You wouldn’t crush me. But even if you did, being smothered by your pussy would be my favorite way to die.” His smile told me he was teasing me. “But right now, back to your love of suction.”
Leaning back, he retrieved the toy, and it was familiar. I had a similar one. A small, palmable vibrator that sucked at the same time. It was delicious .
“I like that look. I’m guessing I chose well. For that one.” He guided my thighs apart with his knees and stayed there, reaching for the other thing. And I froze because I honestly had no idea what I was looking at.
“What is that?”
The shape of it was vaguely dick-like, but the clear toy had wavy ridges on it. And little bumps in between those ridges. I’d never seen anything like it.
Cameron leaned over me and brought it closer, the movement bringing his cock right against my entrance, so fucking close to where I needed him to be.
“This, wife, is a cock sleeve.”
I stared at it. “A what now?”
He smirked. “We have a bunch of them. Different patterns and colors. Some are thicker than others. Some vibrate. I thought this one would be fun to try. It goes over my cock and makes me thicker, not to mention the texture makes everything feel different .”
All I could do was look. Now it made sense, but I’d never heard of such a thing, let alone thought about what that would be like.
Cameron ran the side of it over my lips, letting me feel the rippling waves and the small bumps. Goosebumps chased themselves over my skin, bringing my nipples to further hardness and new wetness gathering between my thighs.
“What do you say?” His voice was low. “Want to try it?”
“Yeah.”
That slow smile was deadly. Like he knew I’d say yes, but wanted to hear me say it. That smile would devour me whole and make me love every second. “Good.”
Sitting back, Cameron fisted his cock, stroking it a few times before fitting himself to the sleeve. A low, feral sound came out of him as he worked it down his shaft. “It feels just as good for us,” he whispered, voice straining. “We made sure of that.”
Cam was already the thickest of my three husbands. Watching him slowly fucking the sleeve onto his cock was turning me into a living inferno. I’d be rubbing my thighs together if he didn’t have me spread on either side of his knees. Trapping me open while he fucked himself in order to fuck me .
My body convulsed with need. He was so close, and I needed him. “Cam.”
“Such an eager Omega.”
“ Please .”
“Almost there,” he groaned, finally pushing the last of his cock into the clear silicone. There was a hole at the tip, and it was short enough not to impede the swelling of his knot. But I wasn’t thinking about those things as he pressed the head of his cock into me.
Oh, fuck .
He was so much thicker already, and it was enough to have my eyes rolling back.
Slow, even thrusts had him working his way into me like it was the first time. Every ridge and ribbon and bump, I felt. Pressing into me in a hundred ways and all of them were incredible. It was like Everett’s piercing, but everywhere .
The sleeve made him so thick it was hard to breathe.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
There were no words. How was I supposed to be capable of speech when he was filling me up like this? I could barely think, let alone pretend I was coherent.
Taking my mouth in a kiss, Cameron moved. Rocking his hips and setting off a hundred thousand fireworks in my body and brain. Holy. Actual. Shit.
It was too much. Not enough. I was going to fall into oblivion with this feeling and he hadn’t even started yet.
With my eyes closed and my ears filled with my own heartbeat, I hadn’t even noticed him pick up the little suction toy. Or the way he’d lifted himself up so he could nestle it against my clit.
“ Fuck .” I gasped the word. Vibration and suction started at the same time, Cameron still fucking me. I’d never used this kind of toy with anything else. The combination of him and the sleeve and the toy sent white light shooting behind my eyes. “Cameron.” His name was a whimper. “Alpha.”
He smiled with that same easy grace, keeping his pace slow and thorough. Harder now as my body adjusted. All the way in, all the way out, his hips pushing the toy just a little harder into my clit each time, and he fucking knew it.
“You gonna fall apart for me, sweetheart?”
I was. And it was terrifying. Because on the other side of this orgasm, it felt like falling into nothing. Into the unknown. This wasn’t three Alphas taking care of their wife. This was him and me. And I knew—I knew —that these moments with each of them would absolutely ruin me.
The pleasure spun through me, coiling in my favorite way. That infinite falling sensation just before the orgasm that almost felt better. Where you were so close and so far away and you never wanted it to stop. I was trying to hold on to it. The friction of the textured sleeve cock stretching me and hitting deep, and the suction lapping at my clit.
My muscles strained as I held on, clinging to the fraying rope that was my self control.
“Hmmm.” Cameron dropped his mouth to my neck. “Naughty Omega, holding on when I’m trying to make you come. You like denial?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“You’re fighting awfully hard.” His hips moved again, forcing the vibrator—which he already held tight against me—closer.
“I—” Dizzy delirium overtook me. “I don’t know how to say it.”
“Just say it. Whisper it if you have to.”
My arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled his ear close, embracing the terror of putting voice to something I’d never said before. Not even sure I fully understood. My breath shook, my control fraying and every moment pulling me deeper. “I like drowning in it. Those moments before you fall. Not like edging. No backing off completely. Just making it last as long as possible. I’ve gotten good at it.”
Cameron groaned, kissing my skin and never stopping moving, though he’d slowed, torturing us both and keeping me on that precipice. “And when you finally come, do you give in? Or do you hold out until you can’t hold on and your body gives you no choice?”
A strangled moan was all that made it. It was right there, and I held it back. “The second one.”
Lips brushed mine. Once. Twice. A third time. “You want me to make that choice, wife?”
I nodded desperately, and the surrender into his care and trust almost sent me over the edge. Even if it had, it didn’t matter, because Cameron moved. Driving into me hard and deep, clicking up the intensity of the vibrator so there wasn’t a way for me to resist.
Pleasure came down from the sky like a solid sheet of rain, and for an eternal moment I thought it would drown me. I would die of this orgasm because I couldn’t breathe couldn’t move couldn’t think?—
Air seared into my lungs on a ragged cry as the tide broke, shattering through me like the finale of a fireworks show. There weren’t words, but I was speaking. Voice carried on every shuddering wave.
Cameron tossed the little toy aside, gently pulling out of me. The sleeve on his cock glistened with my arousal, and I missed the fullness of him with it. I missed him . I needed him.
“Wait.”
His mouth smirked, but everything about him was laced with fire. Alpha. “I’ll be right back.”
I caught my breath, chest heaving, unable to move my body because it had turned to jelly. I wasn’t an Omega anymore. I was a puddle. Cameron had liquefied me.
He was in the chest again, and I didn’t bother to look. Whatever he chose, I knew it would be good. More than good. Fucking explosive. After those two orgasms, I could fall into a coma for a full day, if not for the fact that I needed more of him like I needed the oxygen I was inhaling.
Needed his knot more than life.
A small sound drew my attention, and then the dipping of Cameron’s weight on the mattress. He settled between my legs, filling me again with ease. He filled me so perfectly it made me ache. Even without this sleeve lining him and making him bigger, he was perfect. This was more.
He watched where our bodies were connected, utterly entranced. “I love seeing you stretched open like this, wife. All because of me. Your cunt is greedy, sucking my cock in even with the sleeve on.” Then he chuckled. “I’d better be careful so you don’t love the sleeve more than me.”
“That won’t happen.”
“You’re so sure?”
“Yeah.”
He dropped over me, hands on either side of my head, cock so deep his balls pressed against me. “Good. Because as much as I like fucking you with toys, I like fucking you without them just as much. I like feeling this greedy pussy skin on skin and every little shudder and gasp. And while we’re going to try every fucking toy I can get my hands on, I’ll never have enough of you.
“I can’t promise there won’t be times where I just bend you over because I need you so fucking badly.” He punctuated the last two words with hard, savage thrusts. “I plan on claiming you in every way possible. Pulling you out of your shell. Getting you to show us every naughty, depraved inch of you and teach you things you didn’t even know you wanted. Got it?”
“Yes.”
Cameron grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed, thrusting again and rolling his hips so I lit up with pleasure like a fucking Christmas tree. “Do you understand, Omega ?”
I sank into the instinctual surrender. “Yes, Alpha.”
He brushed his lips over mine, not quite kissing me. “Now I’m going to ruin you.”
He pushed away, reached, and then I saw what he’d brought with him.
The wand vibrator, a cord draping off the bed to where I assumed it was plugged into the wall. “Ready for this?” One eyebrow rose like a dare.
“I’ve never used one.” I swore it sounded like I’d run a hundred miles.
“Don’t worry,” he said, pushing the broad head of it directly against my clit. “I’m not going to make you pass out from orgasms this time.”
This time .
No more warning. The vibrator thrummed to life and Cameron released everything he’d been holding back. No more slow and steady. This was hard and fast—almost brutal, and it was everything.
There was no control and no way to hold myself in that space we’d talked about. I didn’t care. Cameron’s cock and the wand shoved me off a cliff into ecstasy. I couldn’t see, only feel. I might have screamed, but I couldn’t hear enough to tell. The party might be able to hear me.
I came crashing back into my body, gasping. And he didn’t stop. Past the orgasm and further, chasing his own pleasure and holding that wand exactly where it was.
The next orgasm crashed into me on the heels of the first. It barely felt like the first one had stopped. I squeezed down on Cameron, and the sleeve on his cock made that feel so fucking different. The shapes and textures pulled out more desperation. Was I even on the same plane anymore?
No one had ever made me feel like this. I didn’t know it was possible . I faded into the afterglow, though Cam didn’t stop fucking me. Using the wand to pull every last shudder from me.
Too much, too much, too much.
Perfection.
Sultry heat rose from somewhere so deep I didn’t understand it. It filled the crevices inside me and offered me a different kind of pleasure.
Cam’s eyes closed, every muscle tight, every movement sharp and jerky. He was close, but I was closer. That rich, dark heat was rising and I couldn’t stop it. It flowed up and up and up?—
My husband came with a shout, burying his knot inside me and shuddering. That sleeve was locked inside me too, along with this knot, pressing every divine button. It pushed against the invisible places only an Alpha could reach and gave me one last push. And he pushed with the wand, too. Hard.
Heat on heat and heat pouring out of me. Dripping over my thighs and Cameron’s cock. His knot. My whole body shook, and it didn’t stop. It was a release in a different way, easing me down, bringing me back to earth.
A cracking sound came, jarring, and the vibrations cut off suddenly. It didn’t matter. We were both done, trying to find our place in the world all over again.
Cameron set the wand aside, staring at me in awe. It was only after I took a few breaths that I realized that heat was real. Wetness soaked both of us, dripping down onto the bed.
“Oh my god.” Horror struck deep and true. “Please tell me I didn’t just pee on you, because I won’t come back from that.”
The smile on my husband’s face was blinding. He leaned down and cupped my face, kissing me. “You didn’t. But you did squirt all over me, and it might have been the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
I stared at him, and he chuckled again before lowering his weight slowly onto me. “I didn’t know I could do that.”
“I’m fucking glad I know. That’s going to happen again. I’m making sure we have waterproof sex blankets for the nest and all the bedrooms by the time we get home.”
“But,” I breathed, “how?”
Cameron moved his lips over my skin slowly, like he was taking me in. Cheeks, jaw, lips, neck. “I’m not an expert. And from the little I do know, it seems very individual. But with you? I’m guessing I pushed your body so far it had no choice but to release everything.”
I didn’t hate the sensation. Not at all. But?—
“Did I ruin the bed?”
“Doubtful. But we’ll have someone come change the sheets.”
Covering my face with my hands, I groaned. “That’s going to be so embarrassing.”
“Why?” Cam laughed when he saw my expression. He moved so one hand slid behind my head, massaging my scalp with his fingers. “I promise you, whatever you think is embarrassing, most hotel staff have seen worse than a post-sex bed. Especially at events like this one. You know us crazy rich people. We go wild.”
Jealousy flared so fast it stole my breath. “Anything I should know about?”
“We’ve never been part of the wild ones, but I’ve heard stories. And I think any of us would be happy to recreate them with you if you want.”
Slow, soothing motions of his fingers relaxed that instinct, along with his purr. “Are you purring to try to change the subject?”
“No. I’m purring because I have my beautiful Omega underneath me, hugging my knot so well it makes me feral. If anything, I want to encourage that possessive streak you pretend you don’t have.”
“I don’t like being jealous.”
He smiled, and there was something behind it, but he didn’t say it.
“What’s a crazy story you heard?”
“Some kind of sex party turned into a food fight. They ordered sundaes to… you know, have fun with. I heard there was whipped cream and chocolate sauce on the ceiling. Something about the curtains being ruined. So a little wet spot is nothing.” Then he frowned. “Speaking of crazy.”
He reached down to the side and held up the wand. When he pressed the button, nothing happened. It looked like the head was too loose now. Clearly, the toy was dead.
A giggle slipped out. “I’m not the only one you pushed too hard.”
“Maybe.” He stared at the toy, still shining with me. “It’s brand new, so it shouldn’t have broken.”
“Things happen.”
“Things do happen,” he agreed. Cameron’s knot eased, and he kissed me slowly before moving. He inched out of me, letting my body release the sleeve slowly so it wasn’t as jarring. “Come on.”
He didn’t waste time, and didn’t let me protest as he took me into the shower and washed us both before wrapping me in what had to be the softest robe I’d ever felt and bringing me to one of the plush couches to cuddle with me in his own robe.
Even when he called down to have someone from the hotel come, his hands were on me.
“I have questions,” he said after he hung up.
“Questions?”
“That feeling you like. What made you figure that out? Did you get good at it because you thought you could only come once before you were done?”
I leaned further into him, thinking about it. “Maybe a little. But I actually love the feeling. It’s different than the orgasm. It’s in a different place . Lives deep in my gut and my chest and my bones. Then it explodes.”
“What else are you hiding in there?”
Sleep was starting to cling to the edges of my vision. It had been a long day, and I was still jet lagged. But I didn’t want to fall asleep yet. “What do you mean?”
“While that might not be edging, it’s in the same realm. Any other kinks we have yet to discover? And to be clear, this isn’t a bad thing.”
I shook my head. “No.”
Cam gave me a look, and I sighed. “I mean, there might be some, but if there is I either don’t know it or don’t know how to say it. It’s hard to focus on kinks or even think about them when you can’t even get someone to have sex with you.”
With one easy movement, Cameron grabbed my legs and pulled them across his lap, bringing us close. “Well, if you think of any, I want to know.”
The door to the suite opened, and I hid my face in Cam’s shoulder so I didn’t have to see whoever was here to clean up my mess. I’d already admitted to one thing, and more was overwhelming. “One thing at a time,” I whispered. “Please.”
“Can do, sweetheart. But we’re still going to work our way through that box. I’m having another one sent to our next hotel. Including a new wand. And the other kinds of cock sleeves if you want to try them.”
Hell yes, I did. If this was what trying new things was like, I would happily try anything with him.
“By the way,” I whispered, “you were right.”
“About what?”
I pressed my lips together and smiled into his skin. “I do have Extasis toys.”
“I knew it.” The words were victorious, but all I could do was feel his purr and relax into the soothing rumble. He said something I didn’t hear. Because by the time the bedroom was clean, I was already asleep.