Sugar

“Oh, are you scared?”

Slamming the drawer, I made a mental note to do something about her patronizing tone. She could be such a sarcastic smartass sometimes. Speaking of her ass…“Spanking. Yes or no?”

“I’ll have to change positions for you to lie across my lap—”

More sarcasm. My hand came down with a crack.

“Fuck!” She scrambled to her knees, but the handprint was already forming. “You asshole!”

“That’s where I’m headed.” I shoved her shoulder to the bed and climbed over her thighs, drizzling lube down her lower back.

Pulling her cheeks apart, I sucked in a breath. Such a tight little rosebud. Every inch of her was perfect.

The mood suddenly shifted and I felt out of place, like I didn’t belong there, like I didn’t have the right to touch her. What was I doing? Was this about proving something to her or proving something to myself?

I blinked at my surroundings. There couldn’t be a more inconvenient time for introspection, but all I could think of was Margaux bitching about how terrible anal was when we tried.

“What are you doing?”

So not to appear distracted, I massaged the oil over her smooth skin, teasing a generous amount into the tight pucker of muscle. Disappointing Avery seemed much worse than disappointing anyone else. But why?

Her arms folded under her head and she shut her eyes as I used the oil the massage her thighs. I needed a moment to catch my breath and think. She remained rather subdued through all of it.

Maybe I was proving something to myself. As much as I enjoyed Avery’s body, I didn’t want to use her as a pawn in my own personal therapy session. I wanted her to enjoy this.

Teasing my thumb over the oiled crease, I asked, “Do you like anal sex?”

“When it’s done right. I doubt you know how.”

Maybe I didn’t. Fuck. I was having some sort of crisis of doubt and my dick was suffering the brunt. I casually stroked myself. “Has anyone ever done it wrong with you?”

She lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder. “You’re big. That could go either way. The trick is making it feel good not painful.”

But she liked rough play. “So slow?”

“Not too slow. That’s not great either. As long as there’s enough oil, and you don’t rip into me, it will be fine.”

“What if—”

“For the fuck sake, just do it already. God, you can be such a pain in the ass.”

I was trying to be the exact opposite, but whatever. “Okay. Stop yelling at me. Just remember our safe word if you want me to stop.”

Fuck, I really wanted her to like it. I wanted to like it. Maybe then I could put the last bad experience behind me.

I pressed a kiss to her ass cheek. There was something priceless about her adventurous nature and her ball breaking wit. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this. You’re so confident and sexually self-assured. And you can be so sweet.”

“I can’t believe you’re still talking.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Until something bitchy comes out of your mouth.”

My finger pressed against her opening, and she grunted, relaxing into it. I held her down as I probed deeper, exploring her limits. She remained quiet, but her breathing turned labored.

I returned to the drawer and dug around. “I know you got a plug in here somewhere, you kinky little thing.”

“In the next drawer down.”

I stretched, keeping my leg over the back of hers to ensure she didn’t try to escape. She was perfectly still.

“Hol—lee—fuck.” I laughed at the sheer volume of toys. “I’m not sure which one to use.”

“The purple one’s nice.”

“Not big thunder here?” Did she actually use all of these?

She glanced at me, her cheek resting on her folded arms. “Certainly not. That one’s for you.”

My eyes widened, recalling our agreement. I dropped the big one back in the drawer. “The small one it is.”

Something told me whatever I put in her ass was absolutely going in mine, so I’d better tread carefully. More lube for sure.

Once everything was slick and relaxed, I worked the plug inside of her. She didn’t utter a single complaint, which pleased me but also made me nervous. Her submission was a tradeoff for mine. I wasn’t sure I’d be as cooperative. It all depended on what she had planned.

“Put your arms behind your back.”

She hesitated. “Why?”

“Because we had a deal, Avery.”

Her hands twisted, each one cupping the opposite elbow behind her back as she lay flat on the bed.

“Beautiful. Now, spread your legs wider.”

I lifted off of her, and her feet shimmied outward, widening to the edges of the mattress. The plug slipped, and I wedged it back in place. Her cheek rested on the comforter.

She was definitely aroused. “I wish you could see what I see right now. Your pink pussy’s dripping wet. You like this, Avery, whether you’ll admit it or not.”