Page 38 of Beautiful Desire (Blossom Beach #3)

Georgia

I wish I could take a picture of Fletcher.

Naked, hard, and kneeling in front of my bed, he looks equal parts horrified and intrigued, like he can’t decide if he should be into it or get dressed and leave my room.

When the idea came to me, I genuinely assumed he’d fully tell me to fuck off, but looking at him now, I’m not so sure.

“Me?” he asks, the plug sitting in the center of his palm as he holds it up like he’s a server and it’s a tray of cocktails. The way his brows are furrowed and his lips are parted is adorable, and the fact that his dick is still standing proud despite his obvious unease is hot as hell.

Rolling my lips between my teeth to hide the amusement, I nod. “I’m assuming you’ve never done anal play before?—”

“You would be assuming correctly,” he sharply cuts me off, and it takes every ounce of self-control to not laugh at the alarm in his voice. Then he adds to clarify, “Well, I mean, not to me, but I have fucked somebody in the ass before.”

Already knowing the answer, I say, “And I’m going to also assume there was no prep done beforehand to make sure she was ready?”

“What, like lube?”

“All right, that tells me everything I need to know.” I snort. “Okay, well, unlike your unlucky partners, I’m going to make sure you’re nice and relaxed and ready before I fuck you and show you exactly who’s in charge here.”

Fletcher’s eyes widen, his brows wrinkling his forehead. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” I drawl. “But it’s cute you keep pretending you don’t, as if that’ll change anything. Don’t worry, though, I’ll spell it out nice and slow for you.” I nod toward the nightstand again. “Open that second drawer, and hand me the box that’s in there.”

Watching me warily and still holding the plug, Fletcher opens the drawer with his other hand. He glances inside for maybe two seconds before his head snaps in my direction again. “That is not happening, Georgia,” he bites out.

I breathe out a giggle. “Why not?”

“Because I’m…” he sputters, tripping over his words as his cheeks turn a brilliant shade of pink. “Because I’m not into that.”

“You sure about that?” I tilt my head to the side as I drag my gaze down the front of his body. “Because the mess you’re making all over my carpet says otherwise.”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He scoffs. “Georgia, I’m not gay or bi or whatever the hell you think I am.”

“Whoa, nope. I’m gonna stop you there.” Holding up a hand, I say, “Enjoying anal and prostate play is not synonymous with being gay, or bi, or any other sexuality, for that matter. That notion is society’s way of shaming men for enjoying something that’s completely natural through thinly veiled homophobia and toxic masculinity, and I can’t stand that shit. ”

Fletcher’s jaw tics, and the Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know you didn’t,” I murmur, my voice softening.

“I’m just saying, you don’t know if you’ll like it until you try it.

If you’re genuinely not into the idea, Fletcher, then, of course, we’re not doing it.

Full stop. But from over here, it looks like you might be, at least, a little turned on by the idea of it, and if that’s the case, I would be happy to give you your first prostate orgasm. ”

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Fletcher holds my gaze, and just as I’m starting to think I might’ve taken it too far, he blows out a breath. “Okay.”

Heat races down my spine as a smile spreads up my face. “Okay, as in you want to try?” I ask, needing to hear him say it.

He nods. “Yeah, let’s try it.”

“Grab the lube and get up here,” I tell him.

My heart pounds harder, blood pumping hot through my veins, as I bite back a grin, trying not to look so excited.

Fletcher tosses the plug and the lube on the bed before climbing on, and I scoot over, letting him lie down in the center.

His chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, and he’s chewing on his bottom lip.

I can’t help but find his nervousness kind of cute and endearing.

I situate myself between his legs, running my hands gently up and down his thighs as I peer up at him.

The intensity of his gaze as it holds mine hits me right in the chest. This isn’t my first time popping a guy's anal cherry, but it somehow feels…different. When I brought him in here, it was to put him in his place and show him he’s not in charge, and while I still plan to do that and enjoy every second of watching him give in to me, it suddenly feels like more .

It’s not lost on me the amount of trust Fletcher’s putting in me, and I’m not going to take that lightly.

Lowering my head, I run the flat of my tongue along the underside of his dick, feeling the muscles in his thighs tense.

He breathes harshly through his nose as I lick him again, but this time, across his balls before sucking one of them into my mouth.

I look up at him from beneath my lashes while swirling my tongue around.

Heat pools between my thighs as his eyelids get heavy and his lips part, a breathy whimper falling from him as I switch to the other side.

I work my way up the length of him again, swiping my tongue across the sticky mess leaking from his slit, and moaning as the taste of his arousal fills my senses.

Closing my lips around his thick cock, I suck on the tip, wrapping a hand around his shaft, stroking him in tandem, while my other plays with his balls, rolling them in my palm and tugging on them gently.

The sounds of his moans and labored breathing as I take more of him in my mouth drive me crazy.

I’m so turned on, I can barely think straight.

As soon as Fletcher gets close, I pull off and sit back, meeting his gaze as I grab the lube off the bed beside us.

“I’m going to get you ready to take the plug with my fingers,” I tell him. “I know you said you’ve never had anal play done to you before, but what about to yourself? A finger or anything?”

Fletcher’s throat works against a harsh swallow as I crack open the lid on the lube, his gaze bouncing between the bottle and my face.

Shaking his head, he says, “Not a whole finger, but I’ve teased a fingertip while I jacked off a couple times.

” The deep flush to his cheeks darkens, spreading down to his chest with his admission, and it makes my pussy throb.

“You liked it?” I ask, pouring a drop onto my middle finger. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he nods. Tossing the bottle on the bed, I say, “Spread your legs wider.”

He does, and I bring my finger to his hole as I wrap my other hand around his dick. A shiver wracks through his body, and he fists the bedding underneath him.

Slowly pumping him from base to tip, I circle the rim with the pad of my finger at the same time. “If you need me to stop at any point, just tell me, okay?”

Fletcher nods as his eyelids flutter.

“Good boy,” I purr, my lip ticking up into a smirk. “Now, bear down on my finger for me.”

His brows pinch, and a moan rolls off his tongue as the tip of my finger slips inside.

As I continue stroking him, I ease a little more of the digit into his tight, hot hole, my heart thrashing against my ribs.

Having him spread open for me like this is so sexy.

Once I get all the way in, I slowly thrust in and out of him, letting him get used to the feeling.

Glancing up at Fletcher, he’s biting down on his bottom lip, chest glistening with beads of sweat as his dark, hooded gaze is on mine.

“You’re doing so good, baby boy,” I murmur as I slowly work a second finger in with the first.

My mouth waters when I notice how much pre-cum is pooling on the tip of his cock.

Curling my fingers, I graze the sweet spot inside of Fletcher that has his eyes rolling back.

His jaw goes slack, and he lets out a deep, throaty moan, the sound a shot of pure arousal to my core.

Dipping my head, I close my lips around his cock, sinking down until he’s touching the back of my throat.

My stomach heaves as I gag, tears springing to my eyes, but I don’t let up.

Hollowing my cheeks, I suck him nice and deep, feeling his ass clench around my fingers.

Once I’m sure he’s relaxed enough, I pull off and sit back, grabbing the metal plug off the bed.

Lathering the metal, pointed tip with a generous amount of lube, I bring it to his hole and peer up at him.

“You ready?” I ask, wanting to be sure. His brows are pinched, jaw tight, but he nods.

My body is on fire as I insert the plug.

His nostrils flare with each harsh exhale, and as soon as it’s all the way in, I teasingly tug on the toy, loving the way his thighs quake and his stomach dips.

The whimper that falls off his lips makes my clit pulse, and I’m desperate for relief from the ache in my core. “Feel good?”

“Feels different.” His voice is full of gravel. “But yeah, it feels good.”

Goosebumps cover my flesh as what feels like electricity swims just under the surface.

The sight of Fletcher—my stepbrother —on my bed, cock hard and a plug filling his ass, is hands down one of the hottest sights I’ve ever seen.

Climbing into his lap, I straddle him and reach down, grabbing his cock and guiding it to my entrance.

It’s unreal how horny I am right now, and I need to feel him inside of me, even if it’s just for a minute.

Sinking down, Fletcher’s thick cock stretches me open as he watches my hungry pussy take all of him.

Hands gripping my hips, his darkened gaze comes up to meet mine, and as I ride him, the blunt tips of his fingernails dig into my flesh, the bite of pain only heightening the pleasure. The slight curve of his cock perfectly hits my G-spot every single time, and it’s euphoric.

“Your pussy’s so fucking wet, Peach,” he rasps. “It’s dripping down my balls.”