Page 62 of Overachiever
“You’re way too eager.”
He flops down on the couch next to me, tossing a bright pink bag beside him. “I’ve never done it. I finally get to pop my butt cherry. Or your butt cherry. Our butt cherry?”
With my face in my hand, I groan. “Shut up. What’s in the bag?”
“Lube and condoms. Did you know they have lube especially for anal? I’m not sure what makes it different. Maybe it’s just one of those marketing ploys that helps them sell another product, like when they came out with tissues specifically for men. They probably just took the regular stuff and labeled it Bunghole Balm. Just a rip off. If so, I fell for it.”
“That cannot be what it’s called.”
“No, it’s just anal lube, but it’s a better name, isn’t it?”
Owen’s nonsense makes me laugh and sets me at ease, which is probably his goal. Now that we’ve decided what we’re doing, I’m not sure how to get started. It feels awkward. “All right!” He slaps my knee. “Bend over and grab a pillow to bite.”
“I hate you.”
“Nah.” He pulls me onto his lap where I’m straddling him. “You love me. You love me so much it’s ridiculous. You can’t eat or sleep or—”
Kissing him seems to be the best way to shut him up. As always, that’s all it takes for both of us to fall into the space where only the other exists. There are times when we go at each other like animals, desperate and frantic, but this isn’t like that.
We take our time and enjoy each other with hands, lips, and tongues, shedding our clothes on the way to my room. Once we’re in bed, his mouth finds every inch of my skin and brings it to life. His fingers slide inside me, rubbing the spot that drives me crazy.
Our eyes meet when he pulls his fingers out and slides one downward. My breath catches at the sensation of it rubbing against a spot only he has ever touched.
“That feels good,” I confess, closing my eyes.
“You feel good,” he replies, moving down to lie between my spread legs. His finger keeps circling until it breaches my hole, and I moan at that unusual feeling.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No.” It doesn’t hurt, not even when I can feel him widening the circles he’s making as he slides it in and out, slowly stretching me.
“This is so fucking hot, Rem. I’ve thought about this so many times.”
His words and the way he’s played my body have me squirming. “Make me come, please.”
I’m gifted with a wicked smile, then his face dips between my legs. As he sucks my clit, he pulls his finger out, then slowly presses two back in. It stings a little, but the pressure of them both in tandem with his mouth on me, sends streaks of pleasure through my body that aren’t quite an orgasm. It’s almost better because it lasts and lasts.
“Owen, ohhhh!” It’s all I can manage before I’m overtaken by the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I had no idea it could be like this. My sight blanks to nothing but sparkles that continue behind my eyelids, ringing fills my ears, my entire body quakes, out of my control.
“Christ, baby,” he says in my ear while I try to recover the senses he stole. “I almost came just watching you.”
He grabs the bag and dumps out a black colored tube. My natural lubrication might have been enough for fingers, but not for what’s coming next.
“Roll over on your side,” he directs, and scoots up behind me. He pushes my leg up a little, giving him the access he needs. The lube is a little cold, but it doesn’t feel bad. I wince when he slides his fingers back in, spreading the lube inside me.
I hear the rattle of the condom wrapper, then his lips are leaving kisses on my shoulder. “You ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me to stop if I’m hurting you, Rem.”
From everything I’ve read and heard, I expect some pain. I mean, it’s a cock in a place one has never been before. Pain kind of goes along with the territory, but I’m not as nervous as I was. If fingers felt that good, maybe this will too.
I’m shocked at how huge his cock feels when it presses against me, rubbing up and down. Ever so gently, he pushes it forward.
Oh god, I was wrong. It hurts. Hurts, hurts, really fucking hurts. My gasp and the way my body tightens up makes him stop. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just…give me a second.” I don’t want to stop him. I want to experience this with him, something neither of us has done before. People fuck like this all the time. It must get better. Taking a deep breath, I force my muscles to relax.