Bonus （Spicy） Scene
Claire
Snowed In
“Hey, Claire? Is this one of Bea’s gifts? It’s in different wrapping paper.”
Asher stands in the doorway of our bedroom, twirling a package in the air. His black joggers hang low on his hips and he’s shirtless and barefoot despite the eight inches of snow outside. One for every inch of his…
“Actually, that one’s for you. I know we said we weren’t exchanging gifts this year, but I couldn’t resist. Plus it benefits me too.”
He quirks a brow.
“It’s just a little something. Promise.”
Like a kid on Christmas morning—or in this house, like Bea on Chanukah—he gives it a vigorous shake.
Unfortunately, our girl isn’t here to celebrate the first night of the Festival of Lights because she’s too busy being spoiled by my parents.
Asher’s folks were supposed to drive her back today and spend a few days with us for the Jewish holiday—and bring us lots of yummy food from Bubbe’s Nosh Pit—but a snowstorm ripped through the state, making the roads treacherous.
We celebrated Chanukah as a married couple and family for the first time last year, and there’s no doubt I was way more into it than anyone else. So it’s a bummer we had to light the candles over FaceTime tonight.
“What the—” Asher tears the wrapping paper away, his eyes going wide. “Why does it sorta look like a snowman, if snowmen were purple?”
I laugh at his description of the anal toy, which is made up of three graduated silicone beads.
“It’s meant to work up to something… bigger.”
He sets the box on the bed and yanks me into him.
I thread my fingers through his blond hair, darkened and damp from his shower.
“Since when did my wife get so kinky?” he whispers, the question sending a shiver down my spine.
“Since listening to your sister’s—”
He jumps back a mile and shoves his fingers in his ears. “La, la, la. I don’t wanna know. Ugh. Remind me next time to keep my mouth shut and just reap the benefits.”
Stepping forward, I force his arms down. “Don’t be such a baby. And for the record, I don’t actually listen to Millie’s audio. That would be weird. But I did listen to something by another voice actor on the LULU app.”
I absolutely do not mention how my AirPods disconnected from my phone and everyone in the produce aisle at the grocery store went home with more than just a ripe banana.
“Oh, really? What was it about?”
I give him a coy smile. “If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll show you.”
His jaw ticks. “What else is in the box?” He peers inside and procures a travel-size bottle of lube and a second butt plug, same in design but in green. “Two? What do you need two for?”
“This one isn’t for me…”
“Then who’s it for—Oh, shit.”
“Whaddaya say? You up for a little double ass play?”
He growls. He literally growls. I thought that only happened in romance novels, but apparently it happens in real life, too, because my husband is one hundred percent growling at me.
“So do you need to use the bathroom, or…”
“No, I’m good to go if you are,” he says with a wink.
“Okay, then. Pants down and on the bed, Mr. Greer.”
“Mmm… I love it when my wife is bossy.”
“And I love it when my husband does exactly as he’s told,” I praise as he strips out of his joggers.
While he gets comfortable on his back with a pillow propped under his hips, I undress.
He watches my every move, his attention causing goose bumps to pebble on my skin.
When I climb between his legs, he pulls me up to him.
“Kiss my lips before you kiss my ass.”
“Like it matters,” I quip.
He drags his tongue along the side of my face and spanks my backside for that.
“Gross,” I laugh, wiping my cheek against his.
Quickly, the light moment turns heated again. He captures my lips urgently, but when he swipes his tongue against mine, it’s tender and deliberate.
The longer he kisses me, the harder he gets, his length pressing against my thigh.
As caught up as I am, as persuasive as his pouty lips can be, I pull back, eager to test drive our new toys.
Sliding down his body, I drop kisses onto his chest, each deposit making my lips burn with desire.
Once I’m situated on my stomach with my feet hanging off the bed and am propped up on my elbows, Asher brings his knees to his chest.
“Spread those cheeks,” I tell him.
He grips his beautiful globes, presenting me with his tight hole.
With my hands looped under his thighs, I hold on like an anchor. “You better not fart on me,” I warn.
“As if. A gentleman never farts.” He chuckles.
“Uh-huh.” I playfully nip at the inside of his leg, and he jolts when my teeth catch on his hair.
“Oh, my perfect and weird wife, do not ruin the moment. Are you gonna eat my ass or what, woman?”
Without warning, I drag my tongue over his balls.
I’m rewarded when his dick twitches conspicuously.
I suck one testicle into my mouth, then gently tug it with my lips.
When I drop a delicate kiss to his taint, he lets out a delicious moan.
Trailing just a little farther down, I swirl the tip of my tongue around his hole, then alternate between lapping at him with a flat tongue and dipping inside.
When his glutes contract, he forces his legs out wider.
He could win a Grammy for Best Score Featured in a Sex Scene with his melodic grunts and groans.
I massage his perineum again, then drag my tongue up his balls and along the underside of his stiff cock.
Sitting up, I wipe the saliva from my mouth with the back of my hand, then pick up the lube and one of the toys.
“Why green?”
“Because it matches your eyes.” I grin.
He chokes on a laugh. “Right. I should have known.”
“Ass up.” I tap his leg, signaling him to tilt his tailbone.
When I dribble the lube between his cheeks like a waterfall, he nods toward the toys. “I hope you sanitized those first.”
I scoff. “Of course I fucking sanitized them. Who do you think I am?”
His teasing smirk is adorable.
I drench the plug for good measure, then wipe the excess lube on his leg—ignoring his eye roll—and notch it at his entrance.
“You know what to do,” I encourage.
He inhales and I slip the tapered tip inside.
“You okay? Can I keep going?”
“Mm-hmm. I’m okay.”
I work in the second sphere, listening to his breathing and monitoring his expression in case he needs me to pause.
His dick has deflated, but he doesn’t appear distressed. No, he looks like a man on a mission. Through gritted teeth he says, “I can take it. Keep going, baby.”
As I push once more, his hole expertly accepts the rest of the plug. He drops the flats of his feet to the bed and focuses on breathing, allowing his body to adjust to the erotic sensation.
“Comfortable?”
When he nods, I suck his relaxed cock into my mouth, lazily twisting my tongue with it. When his shaft has stiffened, I pop off with a slobbery smack. “Mmm. I love feeling you get hard inside my mouth. It’s so fucking hot.” With that, I dive back in, wrapping my lips around him again.
He’s growing larger by the second, and pretty soon he won’t fit.
With a hand cupping my nape, he guides my movements up and down.
When he’s at full mast, he rolls me onto my back.
“Your turn,” he says, handing me the toy and lube.
As I insert the slicked-up plug, he watches so intently I wouldn’t be surprised to find drool running down his chin. My ego does a little victory dance when I take the plug like a champ.
Once I’ve given my body time to adjust, he hauls me by the leg and spins me around so my head is hanging off the bed. Standing, he looms over me, his rock-hard cock hovering above my face.
I open my mouth, eager for a taste, and stretch toward him. He runs the underside of his shaft along my tongue, and when his tip hits my lips, I suck him into my mouth, swallowing the salty dew waiting for me there. I hollow out my cheeks as he pumps in and out, moaning my name on every exhale.
Just as my mind begins to spin, he pulls out and steps over to the bedside table. I sit up and close my eyes, letting the blood that’s rushed to my head return to normal.
He plucks my favorite vibrator out of the drawer—one that thrusts on its own and has a bulbous piece that suctions to my clit—and orders me to lie back down.
I settle on the mattress in the same position as before and peer up at the man with hunger in his eyes. When he inserts the decoy dick into his mouth, coating it in his saliva, I can’t help but tease him.
“You could just use the lube, you know.”
He gives me a shit-eating grin. “I know. But I figured this would turn you on. Does it?”
“More than you know.” I writhe against the comforter, which will require a good washing after this. (Rookie mistake not laying down a towel first.) “You look so fucking hot.”
He sucks on it one last time, then arches over me and rests the vibrator at the apex of my thighs. “Not as hot as you with all three holes filled at once. Now be a good girl and put my cock back in your mouth while I fuck your pussy.”
A wave of heat rolls through me. Damn. My pretty boy is such a dirty boy. I’ll never get enough.
He slips the toy inside me as he slides his cock farther down my throat.
When I moan around him, he eases up so I can catch my breath and adjust. With my feet planted firmly on the bed, I wrap my arms around his ass for support and squeeze him, signaling that I’m ready.
He turns the device on, and when the thrusting mechanism whirs to life, I damn near leap out of my skin.
“What a perfect sight. Mmm… You like choking on my cock while being fucked, don’t you?”
Holyfuckingshit. I nod vigorously, my mouth full of him.
He fiddles with the settings, and as the clit-sucking simulator comes to life, a host of sensations flow through me. With so many holes being filled, it’s almost as if there’s another person in the room with us.
I’m aroused beyond belief and overstimulated, yet somehow completely anchored. I never want this feeling to go away, though I doubt I can last much longer.
“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take it ah—”
He abandons the vibrator between my legs and rears back, gripping his dick like the damn thing might fall off. He puffs his cheeks out with sharp, concentrated breaths.
I turn off the toy and sit up. “You good?”
“Mmph,” he whimpers at the ceiling. “Just need a sec.” He breathes heavily, mumbling about golf and Raymond.
Still splayed out, I can’t help but laugh.
His head snaps up. “Oh, you think this is funny, do you?”
Flipping over, I rise onto my knees and drape my arms around his neck. “Nothing’s sexier than watching you come undone.”
“I’m not—I wasn’t—” He sighs. “How about we play a little game?”
“What kind of game?”
“Let’s see who can make the other come first.”
I bat at his chest. “Oh my god. You’re so competitive.”
He huffs. “If you think you’ll lose, we don’t have to play.”
“By the looks of that”—I motion to the chokehold he has on his cock—“I don’t think I’ll have any problem winning.”
He smirks. “You keep mouthing me like that, Doc, and I’ll have to gag you.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Greer.”
He chest-bumps me, and I fall back onto the bed with an oomph.
Poised over my aching body, he nuzzles into my neck and whispers, “You still doing okay, baby?”
“Yes. I love you.”
“I love you so much.”
First he’s dirty, then he’s sweet.
He brings my hand to his mouth and spits into my palm.
And now he’s dirty again.
I stroke his cock with the makeshift lube, then guide him inside me. It’s a tighter fit than the vibrator and I have to wriggle my hips until he’s slotted all the way in.
Only a thin layer of muscle separates him from the toy. Like this, he should feel the ridges.
It’s a stretch, but I reach around his ass and locate his plug. I gently push and tug on the flared base, hoping to hit his prostate. By the sound of his guttural whimpers, I’m spot on.
I swallow his grunts and moans like the tastiest treat, only I’m remarkably greedy and want more.
“That’s it, Pretty Boy,” I coax. “I love how it feels when you’re deep inside me. Go as hard as you need to. Don’t hold back. Fuck me like you wanna put a baby inside me.”
“Always.” An animalistic roar rips through his chest. He can’t resist when I talk dirty to him. Sweat trickles from his temple, a sign that I have him right where I want him.
When I think he’s close, he wrenches my hand away from his ass and captures both of my wrists and secures them above my head.
With his free hand, he pinches my nipple.
First one, then the other, sending zaps of pleasure straight to my core.
Then, without warning, he smacks my clit.
Over and over until I’m a sweaty, quivering mess.
Shit. I may actually lose this silly bet.
When the tendons in his neck strain, I realize he’s released his grip around my wrists.
With my hands on his biceps, I admire and caress the twin bulging veins with my thumbs.
He’s losing control, I know it, but it’s still anyone’s game.
He drops his forehead to mine, and through a strained groan he asks, “Where do you want me to come, my pretty girl?”
“Inside me. Please.”
Every thrust of his hips weakens my defenses.
The world spins and careens on its axis as a million stars flicker in my periphery.
“Eyes on my cock, baby. Watch as I fill you up.”
It takes effort to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head, but I manage it, focusing on the place we’re most intimately connected. His motions become more erratic by the second, and I soar higher and higher until I shatter in ecstasy.
Asher collapses, gasps and groans suffocating against my neck as he unleashes inside me.
Skin to skin, there’s no place I’d rather be.
Several moments pass as I revel in the aftershocks of our shared orgasm. Every lingering pulse and throb of his cock causes my pussy to tremble.
“That was…” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. I’m too blissed out to think clearly. Finally, I wipe my bangs from my face and ask, “Who won?”
He nips at my earlobe. “It was a tie. Therefore I must declare a rematch.”
I embrace his wide shoulders, clinging to him tightly. “Sure thing, buddy. Just gimme three to five business days.” Then I yawn, downright depleted but in the best way possible.
My husband kisses the tender place between my neck and shoulder. “It’s okay, baby. I get to call you mine, and that makes me the winner every single day.”