I groan, my dick twitching against my leg.
“And while you take your pleasure, you get to feel like a god knowing you’re controlling mine.”
I go still.
“You’ll have my remote, Ryan. You’ll decide whether I simply moan through my release…or come screaming. Either way, I’ll be choking on your dick as I do it.”
“Fuck.” I grab her by the neck, pulling her to me. Our wet flesh presses together, sticky with sweat as we kiss. I devour her, kissing her deep, teasing with my tongue, biting her lip. She pants against me, her hands going to my chest, splaying her fingers flat.
“Trust me, Ryan. Let me make you feel so fucking good.”
“Do it,” I say against her lips, my left hand dropping down to tweak her nipple. She gasps, twitching in my hold, and I laugh. “But you’re going first. Nothing is going in my ass until I watch you take yours.”
She smiles, pulling back from me, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “I’m already wearing one. I have been this whole time.”
My eyes go wide as I glance down her body. “What?”
“Well, yeah. You can’t just take a torpedo like that and shove it in your ass, Ryan.” She gestures to the red plug. “Anal play takes prep work. That’s rule one. I’ve been sitting on my plug for thirty minutes, getting things nice and stretched out.”
“Show me,” I say, heart in my fucking throat.
Like the goddess she is, she stands up and turns for me, exuding confidence as she places both hands against the wall and bends over.
My hands react like magnets, smoothing over the dimpled flesh of her ass as I part her cheeks. “Holy shit.” A little white diamond winks at me from her asshole.
“Cute, right?” she says, glancing over her shoulder at me.
“I’m not sure cuteness matters with this kind of thing,” I reply, my hands still smoothing over her curvy ass. Fuck, she’s distracting. She should always be naked, and I should always be touching her.
“You like what you see?” she teases, wiggling that ass in my face. “You want to take control of my pleasure? We can sit here, relaxing in the heat, letting our bodies detox. And then we’ll play with our remotes until we climax. It’ll be fun, I promise.”
“The things you say.” I shake my head. “You slay me dead, Tess.”
“Don’t die yet. Wait until you’ve had your first prostate O. Your soul will leave your body as you come for days…all over my tits.”
I stand up, pulling her face to mine for a kiss. “You are so much fucking trouble,” I say against her lips.
“More than you know. Now, bend over, hands on the bench.”
Not quite knowing what the fuck kind of twilight zone I’ve stepped into, I let Tess boss me around. She sets the pink sparkly butt plug down on the bench and snatches the small bottle of lube she also had hidden in the towel.
“Anything else under there, Tess? Rubber chicken? Coordinates to Atlantis?”
“Just the remotes,” she replies with a shrug. She steps in close to me, brushing her lips against my shoulder. “Bend over, Ryan. Show me that cute hockey butt.”
“Fuck.” All my nerves hum as I bend over.
“This ass makes me weak,” she says, smoothing her hand over my hip. “Am I a total wanton hussy if I admit your butt was the first thing I noticed on the day we met?”
I smirk. “No.”
“You bent down to fetch your soccer ball and it was right there, so full and tight. I wanted to bite it.”
I glance over my shoulder at her with a raised brow. “You want to bite my ass?”
She nods, lust clouding her eyes. “Haven’t you ever been so drawn to a person you wanted to devour them? You want a piece of their essence. You want to mark them, claim them as your own.”
My dick hardens as I look away. “Maybe…once or twice.”
With you.
She leans in with a low hum, her naked flesh pressing against mine. “You’ve thought it about me, haven’t you?” she teases, pinching my ass cheek.
I twitch, biting my lip and she laughs. “Yes,” I admit.
“Good,” she says in my ear. “I want you to mark me, Ryan. I want to wear it knowing you put it there in a fit of passion. And I’ll mark you too…but not tonight.” She pulls away and it feels like she takes all my air with her.
I groan, shifting my weight to my good knee. “Are we doing something here, or am I just bent over for fun?”