Page 63 of Overachiever

“Are you all the way in?”

His chuckle is accompanied by his hand tenderly stroking my thigh. “That’s just the head.”

“Oh god.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No, I’m good. You can keep going.”

He pulls my hips back a little where I’m bent over more, but still on my side. My fists tighten on the pillow when he pushes in a little more. How can anyone like this? There’s nothing good about the next minute or so. He’s gentle and goes slow, his short strokes taking him a tiny bit further each time until finally something seems to loosen. The sharp pain fades to a milder burning sensation, and he slides all the way inside me.

The groan he lets out is something I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

“You okay?” His struggle is clear in his voice.

“Yeah.”

His hand strokes my hip, and his breath is hot in my ear. “My cock is buried in your ass, Remee.”

His dirty words light me up. “Then fuck me.”

Spoiler alert. It still hurts. I’m doing my best not to show it. He grabs my hair and tugs my head back a little. “Does it feel good?”

My words croak out. “Oh yeah…so..um, good…real…pleasurable.”

He stops and presses his face against my back, his body shaking with laughter. “You can say you don’t like it.”

“Don’t stop. Just…I wouldn’t be mad if you came soon.”

He chuckles again and resumes. His strokes are quicker but not hard. Within a minute, he shoves in deeper than ever, and my groan matches his as his body shudders.

So, I’ve done anal.

One star. Do not recommend.

* * *

The last week has been relaxing and fun—minus the first day of a sore ass. We only have a few weeks until school starts again and we won’t have as much time to spend together, but I’m determined to make it work.

As I’m leaving for my appointment with my advisor to register for this semester’s classes, Owen pulls up beside my car and hops out.

“Hey, I thought you were going to the river with Graham.”

“I am. Marty insists on coming too.”

“How’s that going to work?” He’s getting around a little better on the crutches, but I can’t imagine him on the muddy bank of White River.

Owen waves a hand at me. “We’ll put him in a wheelbarrow or something. I wanted to ask you about something.”

The slight nervousness in his voice is a bit concerning, and I hold my breath until he continues. “Do you want to go with me to visit my family for a couple of days?”

“I’d love to go.” Okay, I’m thrilled he asked me and also nervous as hell solove to gomight be a bit of an overstatement, but worth the smile that bursts across his face.

“Yeah?”

“Of course. When?”

“Day after tomorrow. We’ll stay two nights. My other brothers are coming home too. The whole family is getting together.”