Exposed to You (One Night of Passion 2)

She inhaled raggedly.

“Joy?” he asked, concern edging his tone. “Say something if you want me to stop.”

She bit her lip. She couldn’t swallow. Nothing would go down. No words could come out the other direction. It shocked her to the core, to realize her need was bigger than her fear. His hand cradled the back of her head. Funny, how perfectly it fit his palm. She turned her chin and looked up at him reluctantly with one eye. He was on his hands and knees over her, his gaze hot but compassionate.

“Go on,” she whispered, and she herself didn’t know if it was a plea or a defiant dare.

His expression hardened. He loosened her wrist restraints, giving her some slack, and grabbed two of the unused pillows. She said nothing when he propped them beneath her hips, raising her ass. She waited for several agonizing seconds. Nothing happened. Then he was spreading one ass cheek and pressing something flexible but hard next to her anus. It wasn’t warm like the little finger vibrators, but cool and slippery. He applied pressure and it slid into her body. She gasped softly and pressed her forehead into the mattress.

“Okay?” he asked, pushing the dildo back into her ass when her muscles resisted the invasion and expelled it.

“Yes,” she said quickly.

“Have you done this before?” he asked.

It was on the edge of her tongue to tell him it was none of his business—why must she reveal such private things when he was doing something so personal to her? She didn’t want to make this whole ordeal bigger than it deserved to be, though.

“What you’re doing now—yes. Once,” she managed. He was pushing the dildo deeper now. “Not . . . not with a man, though. I mean, it was with a man, but—”

“Not with a man’s cock,” he finished for her, his voice sounding rough, edgy.

“Yes. Is that what you’re going to do?”

“Yes.” He withdrew the slippery dildo, and her eyes sprang wide. Apparently, he meant yes as in yes, right now. He shifted again behind her. The anticipation of not knowing what he was doing was killing her. She tried to peer over her shoulder, but only caught a glimpse of his right arm, leg and a bit of his golden torso as he knelt between her thighs. He edged forward on his knees. She felt his lower thighs nudge her legs and spread them a tad wider. The cool air licked and tickled her wet, warm outer sex.

“Oh,” she mumbled, dropping her forehead back to the bed. He’d just spread her buttocks and pressed the tapered head of his cock against her asshole. It was considerably larger than the dildo.

“I’m going to go slowly. Just tell me if the pressure is too much.”

She nodded.

“Press back against me,” Everett said tightly.

She did, groaning when his cock slid into her ass. It felt odd. Joy wasn’t sure she liked it, but it didn’t hurt as much as she’d thought it would.

“Press again.”

She tightened her muscles and pushed up on his cock. He slid farther into her, and this time, sharp pain did spike through her.

“Ouch,” she said before she could stop herself. He paused, and the pain almost immediately faded. She felt his cock throb in that overly sensitive channel. So strange to have something so vibrant there, so teeming with life. Suddenly, the nerves began to burn. Her clit pinched in excitement. What Everett was doing to her struck her as not only highly intimate, but lewd. Raunchy.

Dirty.

She pushed up on his cock. He was the one to groan loudly this time.

“Aw, God, you’re so tight. Your ass is on fire,” he muttered. For the first time, he thrust. She felt his balls and pelvis press against her ass. She hissed and he gave a low, animalistic growl that made her a little crazy. He was completely submersed in her. He grasped her hips, his thumbs sinking into the soft flesh of her buttocks, and began to fuck her.

Joy bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from crying out. There was pleasure in it, but she couldn’t compare it to vaginal sex. It was a dark, primitive, elemental thing. Her arousal mounted with every downstroke, her discomfort fading. Everett’s grunts and growls of pleasure rang in her ears. He’d fucked her harder before—she had the impression he was being careful of her—but even so, she also had the impression he’d abandoned himself to the rich eroticism of the moment.

As he took his pleasure, the burn in her clit grew, spreading to her belly and making her nipples prickle with arousal. The soles of her feet grew hot, as if the nerves Everett agitated with his plunging cock were somehow connected to them. She moaned feverishly, writhing slightly on the mattress, trying to get friction on her aching nipples and clit. Everett grunted gutturally and gave her a slap on the bottom.

“Don’t wiggle around,” he said in a strained tone. “Does this feel good? Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” she moaned, her voice sounding muffled since her forehead was pressed to the mattress. He withdrew his cock and thrust it back into her, his pelvis striking her ass with a whapping sound. She cried out. He continued to fuck her with small, controlled, rapid strokes.

“You like having your ass fucked,” he said as he flexed his hips in rapid, firm movements.

“Yes,” she admitted, gritting her teeth. The pressure was both nearly unbearable and delicious at once. She twisted her torso slightly, rubbing her nipples against the sheets, desperate.