Saving Kylie

“You wish.” She nibbled his lips and licked his tongue. “I said the same things when I was sober. I’m just…comfortable. Nice and relaxed and loose.”

“And wet.”

“Mmm-hmm. Very.”

He gripped her chin in his free hand and sank into the kiss, tasting the pear notes of the wine along with the crispness of the apple. She rose up on her tiptoes and flattened her breasts against his chest, skewering him erotically with the hard points of her nipples.

He was being ridiculous. She wanted him and clearly longed for the rough games they both liked to play. He wasn’t some brute who would be indifferent to her pleasure. If he sensed she wasn’t enjoying what was happening between them, he’d stop, and that would be the end of it.

If she trusted him that much, it was damn well time he learned to trust himself.

“Let’s go play in the snow,” he said against her mouth. “Then we’ll play in here.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear.” She angled her head back as he threaded his fingers through her tousled blond curls. A crafty smile tipped up one corner of her mouth. “So what about t

hat butt plug you mentioned?”

He swallowed and tried to keep his breathing measured. “Sure about that?”

Her nod was all he needed to have him setting down the glasses and leading her down the hall to his bedroom. He went straight to the nightstand, his only thought filling her with the plug in a prelude to filling her with his cock. His heartbeat stampeded in his ears when he looked back and saw her already bent over the bed, pants around her thighs and ass in the air.

She shot him a hot look over her shoulder. “Hurry up unless you want to hear my teeth start chattering.”

“A little shivering’s good for you.” He grabbed the lube and tossed it onto the closest pillow, then reached for one of the two unopened packages of plugs in the drawer. Despite her assertions of experience, he chose the smaller of the two in deference to the ride they were about to take outside. He didn’t intend to do more than go halfway down a straight trail and back, so the bumping and jostling shouldn’t be bad at all, but just in case, he didn’t want to hurt her.

As if she could read his thoughts as he stared at the plastic-wrapped package, she murmured, “I like a little pain. You just don’t believe me, do you?”

“Humor me,” he said and ripped out the plug.

“Fine. You’ll see soon enough for yourself.” She grabbed the lube he’d dropped on the bed and opened the cap. The pungent scent of strawberries wafted up to him as she spread it over her fingers and reached back, handling herself in an efficient way that had him biting off a curse. She gathered more liquid, then slid her finger inside, grimacing only slightly as she held the pose. “Guess it’s been longer than I thought.”

He took the lube from her and covered his fingers, shaking like an addict just before his fix as he slipped one coated digit into her hot pussy. “Christ,” he muttered when she clenched him hard enough to feel like she’d snapped his joint.

Her giggle as she rotated the finger in her ass made him smile even in the midst of his extreme arousal. But she wasn’t about to let him off easy. She fumbled for the butt plug he’d placed on the bed and lifted it to her lips, sucking the plastic deep into her mouth much like she’d pleasured his cock.

Without hesitation, she shifted and slid it into her well-lubed ass, letting out a breathy sigh that mingled with his groan as he watched the navy plastic disappear inside her taut flesh.

“Just like riding a bicycle,” she said and rolled over, flashing him a delicious glimpse of her damp pussy.

He gazed down at her. With her slumberous blue eyes and her cheeks flushed dusky pink from the wine, she looked as if she’d been fucked for hours. All the tension had left her body, and her complete relaxation around him was as seductive as the delicious smell of her need.

“So how’d you come to collect so many toys? They’re not used, thank God, because…eww.”

He laughed. “A girl I met after college and I got into them. It was fun discovering what we liked. After we broke up, I bought a new one now and then.”

“Wishful sex-toy shopping.” She nodded sagely. “I know it well. None of your girlfriends were into it?”

“Some might have been, but I never pushed the issue. One or two of them liked vibrators but nothing more. Over the years I added to the collection. Just in case.”

“So you were waiting for me to get some use out of them,” she teased, circling her navel with a pale pink fingernail.

“In more ways than one, I was waiting.” He rushed ahead before she could comment. “Besides, not all of them require a partner. The cock rings for one. Those are used.” His gaze sharpened on her dreamy expression. “How does it feel?”

She flexed her hips, and he again caught her scent, the musk and tang of it. “Like the smallest cock ever.”

Justin laughed and leaned down to grasp her knees, spreading them. She only watched him, a smile playing around her lips as she reached up to roll one tight nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

“You take my breath away,” he murmured.