The light in the room is low, just the splintered slats of moon and the city’s sodium haze. I reach for her, pulling her in by thehips. She’s warm and soft, and her mouth is already parted when I kiss her, greedy, searching.
She tastes like chicken and wine, like relief, like every good thing I’ve ever denied myself.
She kisses back, hungry, fingers sliding under my t-shirt, nails grazing my ribs. I lift her onto the bed with both hands, pressing her down into the memory foam, feeling the mattress give under her weight. The sheets are cold, but her skin is hot enough to melt them. She lets me pull her jeans off, not even a hint of protest, her thighs flashing pale in the low lights as I peel them down. Her panties are plain, cotton, damp at the crotch. I leave them on, just for a second, watching the way she squirms under my gaze.
“You ever done this before?” I ask, dragging a hand along her calf.
She grins, impish. “What, missionary?”
I grab her by the ankle and pull her closer, so her ass is right at the edge of the bed. “You know what I mean,” I say, squeezing a handful of her firm ass before drifting my fingers down to rub at her back buttonhole.
She bites her lip, then shakes her head, face suddenly serious. “Not really. I mean—once, but it was… it didn’t work. I think I laughed and made the guy stop.”
I slide my hands up her legs, spreading her, exposing the tight seam of her pussy through the cotton. “Do you want to try again?”
She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she props herself up on her hands and knees and fixes me with a look that’s both apprehensive and eager at once.
“With you?” she says. “Obviously.”
I want to ask if she’s sure, but I already know she is. She wants this—wants me. Maybe because I’m the only one who ever bothered to ask, or maybe because she knows I won’t use it against her later.
I reach for the bedside drawer, pop it open. The sound of the lube cap clicking free is louder than I expect.
She laughs. “Did you plan this?”
I smirk. “I always plan.”
She lifts her hips so I can slide her panties off. Her pussy is pink and slick and slightly parted, as if begging for touch. I run a finger along her slit, feeling how wet she is, then bring the finger to her mouth.
“Open,” I command, and she does, sucking it in, tongue swirling. She moans around it, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
“Good girl,” I rasp.
I kneel on the bed, pull her closer, and let my hands roam up the backs of her thighs, kneading the flesh, gripping the strong, round curve of her ass. I spread her open and admire the sight—her pussy glistening in the moonlight, the tight bud of her asshole winking at me.
“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are,” I tell her.
She laughs again, but it’s a nervous sound. “You’re not just saying that?”
“Never,” I say, and I mean it.
I pop the lube open, squeeze a clear glob onto my fingers, and rub it gently around her rim, circling, pressing, but not pushing in yet. She gasps, more from surprise than pain. I work slowly, prepping her, massaging the tight muscle until it begins to give.
“Relax,” I murmur, “just breathe.”
She does, her whole body shivering under my hands. I ease a finger into her anus, just the tip, then pull back, then in again, gradually working it deeper. She’s so tight I can feel her heartbeat, feel every tremor and flutter.
“Is this okay?” I ask, watching her face.
She nods, pupils huge, lip between her teeth. “It’s weird, but—yeah. Keep going.”
I do, adding more lube, working my finger until she’s loose enough for a second. She moans louder this time, hips pushing back into me. I use my other hand to stroke her clit, circling it softly, just enough to keep the pleasure ahead of the pain.
“I need to stretch you, sweetheart,” I say in a low voice. “My cock is big and your ass is so fucking tight.”
She nods and starts to pant, her voice catching with every new movement. “Oh my god, Liam—” she gasps, “that feels—fuck, it’s so?—”
I grin and begin to scissor my fingers in her asshole before lowering my face to fuse my lips to her clit. A spurt of pussy juice flows from her cunt, and I use the liquid to coat my fingers as I stretch out the walls of her rectum. Goddamn, she’s still so tight, but this is going to have to do. I pull my fingers out of herasshole with a pop, and smear more lube on my cock, which is hard enough to cut glass.