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Pucking Wild (Jacksonville Rays, #2)(98)

Author:Emily Rath

“This is going to feel tight at first,” she explains. “Maybe even too tight. The pain will fade as your muscles adjust. You trust me?”

I nod for what feels like the hundredth time. “Do it.”

She’s gentle as she presses in, her hand smoothing over my lower back. “Deep exhale,” she says.

I curse under my breath as I feel the stretch and the sting.

“Too much?”

“No,” I grunt. “Is it in?”

“Almost,” she replies. The burn fades to an aching fullness as she settles the plug in my hole. “It’s in.”

I take another deep breath. “Now what?”

“Now you put mine in for me,” she replies. “Then we play.”

I’m still bent over, hands on the bench. “I just…what do I do?”

Her hand brushes up my back. “Honey, just stand up. It’s not a bomb. It won’t explode.”

I straighten my back, feeling the way the toy shifts a little in my ass. “Now what?”

She hands me the red plug. “Lube that for me.”

I pick up the bottle of lube and squeeze some in my hand. I probably use too much as I wet the plug all over. When I turn to her with the toy, she’s already taken the other plug out.

She flashes me an excited smile. “You ready, handsome?”

I nod, stepping closer, toy in hand.

“I’ll tell you if I need you to stop,” she explains. “Just go slow and work it in.”

“What’s your safe word?” I ask, stepping around to stand behind her.

She huffs a laugh, bending forward with her hands on the bench. “Honey, I don’t need a safe word for a little butt plug action. This is a bored Saturday night for me.”

I shake my head, totally in awe of this sexual creature before me. She’s so confident, so empowered. It makes me wonder what I’ve been missing all these years. How much fun could I have been having if I treated sex less like a chore or an item on my to-do list?

I step in behind her, smoothing my hand over her ass and up her lower back. “Ready?”

“Mhmm.”

I prod at her entrance with the toy, and she widens her stance, pressing into me until the toy begins to disappear.

“Ryan, have you ever done anal?” she says, glancing over her shoulder at me.

“Once,” I admit. “It was college, and I was pretty drunk though.”

“I love anal,” she hums, bearing down as I sink the toy in deeper. “Mmm, keep going. Push it all the way in.” She shivers as I force the red plug the rest of the way into her ass. As soon as it’s all the way in, she gives a little shaky laugh. “It’s been a while since I played with one this big. Maybe I was being over ambitious.”

“Should we stop or—”

“Hell no,” she replies, pushing off the bench. “This is gonna feel amazing.” She reaches under the towel and takes out two small remotes, one pink and one red. She hands me the red one. “Come on, let’s go dip in the pool and cool off. Then we’ll play.”

Apparently, we’re walking around wearing butt plugs now. What the hell is happening to me? I follow her out of the sauna into the chilly January night.

She walks right over to the pool, plug hidden between her cheeks, and walks down the steps, sinking into the icy water. “It’ll feel good, I promise. Cool off now, and we’ll warm up in the sauna,” she adds with a flirty wink.

Taking a deep breath, I walk down the steps of the pool, the plug only slightly uncomfortable. As soon as I’m waist-deep in the water, a vibration shoots up my ass, straight to my heart. “Holy—fuck—” I gasp, spinning around to glare at Tess. As soon as the vibrations start, they stop.

“Just checking to see if the remote works,” she says with a grin.

I wade towards her. “Oh, you are in so much trouble—”

“Ryan, no,” she shrieks, wading away. “Dunk me in this pool, and I’ll turn your plug up to ten!”

I drop my hands away from her, letting her slip away, up out of the pool. She’s halfway up the stairs when I click her remote on. She gasps, grasping for the handrail as I quickly click it twice to up the vibration.

“Oh god,” she whimpers, hurrying up the stairs with it still vibrating.

I follow her with a grin. Okay, I can see the appeal of this. We go back into the sauna, and she surprises the hell out of me when she takes her folded towel and sits down.

“Are—do you—doesn’t that hurt?” I manage to get out.