Page 40 of Afternoon Delight

Meg

I had second thoughts. Then third and fourth. But I pulled into the parking lot of the Dogwood and was relieved to see the budget motel had been updated in recent years. It wasn’t a total dive.

Zak came out of the lobby and veered toward my SUV. I lowered the passenger window.

“Lucky number seven.” He pointed and moved onto the walkway so he was at the door when I nosed into the spot in front of our room. He opened my door and took the bag I handed him. “I didn’t bring wine or anything. I did bring condoms, if that’s something you’re interested in knowing.”

“I’m very interested in that information.” I stepped onto the pavement, my heart beating erratically.

He kept me hemmed in at the V of the door.

“Are you waiting for a kiss?” I asked, feeling as though I’d taken some of Georgia’s meds and was slipping into a hallucinogenic state.

“I’m drinking in the moment.” His gaze tracked all over my face, making me self-conscious enough to blush.

“I’m trying to hide my stark-raving panic,” I joked. Kind of.

“Don’t be nervous,” he said gently. “I don’t have any expectations beyond hanging out on a bed with you and looking at toys. Clothing optional.”

“So you don’t want a kiss? Because I do.”

He dropped a brief kiss on my mouth, then said, “That tasted like another,” and inched closer, one arm on the open door, the other sliding behind my waist to pull me into him.

We kissed properly, lips parted and hungry, tongues tangling, until a moan escaped my throat.

His eyelids were low and smug when he stepped back, giving me space to move by him before he closed the door. I locked it and followed him into the motel room, my heart still thudding.

I had all the same adolescent emotions as my eighteen-year-old self—excitement, worry that it wouldn’t be as great as I hoped, insecurity, and a thrill at doing something I probably shouldn’t.

Also a stupid amount of happiness at just locking myself in a room with this funny, sexy, incredibly attractive man.

He glanced around as he took off his jacket.

I slipped off mine along with my shoes, ignoring the faint smell of air freshener over stale cigarette smoke. The room was clean and bright and had the basics—table, chair, television, alarm clock. Queen-sized bed.

“I was surprised you were able to get away on such short notice. Your dad isn’t alone, is he?” I set my purse on the table.

“Kyle was at the house, putting chimes on all the doors. I told him I had a chance to get lucky and he agreed to stay on the condition that I take their kids next weekend, so he might have a chance at the same. Yes, I realize that’s my sister we’re talking about. These are battle conditions, Meg.”

“Did he know you were meeting me?”

“I didn’t mention that, but he’s not stupid.” He set the bag in the middle of the bed and flopped onto his side beside it, propped up on an elbow. He gave the bag a poke. “What’s in here?”

“Samples. But I’ve been dying to ask whether you liked my surprise.” I curled my leg under me as I sat on the other side of the mattress.

“The beads? I’m not sure.” His shrug lacked enthusiasm.

“You didn’t try them?”

“I did, in the shower. It was okay, but not as good as I’d hoped.”

“Huh. I liked them.”

“ You’ve tried them?” He lifted his gaze from peering into the bag. “In the shower?”

“Doesn’t the shower wash the lube off?”

“You’re supposed to use lube?”

“I gave you lube. It was in the bag.”

“I thought you were restocking me. Is it better with lube?”

“I haven’t tried them without. You tell me.”

“Homework again ? There’ll be nothing left of me.” He tipped out the bag. “What’s on the menu today?”

I explained how I’d gotten this as swag. We took turns reading the notes Georgia had stuck to each item.

Nice variety for penis owners. This company’s chargers never work.

“You never played with toys with your husband?” he asked.

“I was afraid to have them in the house, in case we died and the kids had to go through our things. I didn’t want to put them through something as traumatic as discovering their father’s affinity for seventies porn.”

“Your dad had good taste.”

“He was a doctor. I’m pretty sure he was studying the anatomy.”

“Sure.” He grinned.

“Would you try a butt plug?” I showed him the box. It reminded me of tampons with its size chart printed on the side. This was the smallest one, made of blue silicone. It had a ring on its base for easy removal.

“I’d rather see it in you, but sure. I’ll try it if you want me to.”

“Really?” I didn’t know what turned me on more—the lusty way he eyed the butt plug or his casual willingness to try anything.

I only knew that wicked tingles of anticipation began swirling in my pelvis.

“If—I don’t know how to do this.” My face was hot, my words coming out as half-chokes and giggles. “What do you want to do ?”

“Today? Right now? With you? I am very open to suggestion.” He lifted his brows.

“But, like, what’s your fantasy?”

“This whole thing is doing it for me.” He gestured to the littered toys between us.

“Meeting you in a hotel room, looking at toys, talking about putting one of them up your ass? This is fulfilling fantasy numbers six through eleventy-hundred. I’m already hard as a rock.

” He waved at his fly where a distinct bulge was pressing against denim.

I was blushing so hot my face hurt, but some of it was the ache in my cheeks from smiling and laughing.

“That seems like a lot of fantasies. How do you keep them all straight?”

“They’re not straight. They’re bent as hell, same as me.” He removed a coupon for a UV sterilization box from a satin pouch meant to store sex toys. “I didn’t know that about myself until I met you. You’re a bad influence, Meg.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for someone to call me that.” I fluttered my lashes as though I was about to cry, but I was genuinely flattered. “I think you’re a bad influence, too.”

His grin flashed, and his gaze dropped to the box I held. His expression grew more speculative.

“What—” I cleared my throat. “If I wore this, then what? Because I’m intrigued.” I was wet, actually, just sitting here fondling toys on a bed with him. “But once it’s there…” In . “Then what? We have sex? I can see how that’s a new experience for me, but what does that do for you?”

“Is this a safe space, Meg?” He let all his humor fall away. “Because we talk about sex a lot, and we make a lot of jokes, and I love it. It’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. It’s the kind of fun I need right now.”

“But you don’t want the doing of the sex?” I was more disappointed than relieved. “That’s okay.”

“No. I definitely want the doing. I really, really want the doing,” he assured me with a steady look that I felt in the pit of my belly. “But it doesn’t have to be bells and whistles. You can hold this in your hand while I fuck you. It would still be some of the hottest sex I’ve ever experienced.”

“Yeah?” I was trying not to laugh. This was a safe space. And he’d just revealed that his level of experimentation was about as wide as my own—which sounded pretty narrow. “Why don’t you tell me what you want? If I don’t like your idea, I’ll say ‘no thanks,’ and we’ll figure out something else.”

“Okay.” He bit the edge of his bottom lip, studying me.

Then he said, “I want to put that up your ass so I can put my finger through the ring on the end and force you to stay still while I eat you. After you come, I want to fuck you while it’s still inside you.

Maybe turn you over so I can see it while we’re fucking. ”

A punch of nervous, helpless, eager lust contracted every muscle from my navel down to my knees. I swallowed—kind of intimidated, but also turned on by how direct he’d been.

“I went too far, didn’t I?”

“No,” I said weakly. My pussy was clenching with eagerness. I swore my clit was standing up like an erect penis. My labia felt heavy and hot. I was so wet, I was starting to worry I’d stain through my jeans.

I couldn’t hold his gaze, so I picked at the top of the box, trying to find the edge of the cellophane that wrapped it. It was typical pain-in-the-ass—haha—packaging, with hidden seals and a blister pack inside, offering plenty of time for second thoughts.

“I should warn you that I’ve never been with anyone except Joel.”

“Is that why you’re so nervous?”

“Do I seem nervous?” I let my voice go high with exaggerated anxiety.

He didn’t laugh. He looked at me all gentle and tender, making me feel like a virgin all over again.

“I thought about, you know, finding someone online to break the seal.” I finally got the cellophane off with a crinkle. “But I don’t want a stranger to see my forty-year-old fanny.”

“You’re not forty.”

“Almost. And you’re only thirty-two, aren’t you? I didn’t know I was into age-gap kink, but?—”

“For God’s sake, if you can’t open that, give it to me. There’s teasing, and then there’s teasing, Meg. This is not the good kind.”

“I’ve got it.” I freed it from its clamshell of plastic and took it to the bathroom to wash it, discovering I was shaking with nerves.

While I was in there, I gave myself a wash.

I’d finally gotten around to getting a wax, hoping something like this would happen, but now I was wondering if I was really going through with it.

I could say no if I chickened out. I knew I could.

We could have straight vanilla sex or just neck for a while.

Zak wouldn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to.

But I really wanted this. I wanted sex, and him, and yes, a little adventure. I wanted to know how it felt to have sex while my butt was full, and I really, really wanted to know how his cock fit inside me.

Even so, I was anxious. Horny-worried. My stomach was in knots.

I brought a towel when I came back, knowing we’d use a lot of lube.