Crazy Heifer (The Valentine Boys 2)

The shower abruptly turned off, and suddenly I found myself moving through the cold air of the cabin.

Moments later, I was on my back in the bed, and he was staring down into my eyes.

“We’re getting the sheets wet,” I whispered breathlessly.

“Fuck the sheets,” he said. “We’re about to get them dirty anyway.”

Then he reached over me and pulled a tube of something out of the nightstand.

I swallowed hard when I saw the bottle of lube.

“You’re prepared,” I said.

He grinned. “Hopeful.”

I allowed my eyes to move from the bottle to my man’s eyes, then down his body to his engorged cock.

It looked angry. Full and ready to burst if it didn’t get what it wanted.

It was pulsing in time with his pounding heart, and I wanted nothing more than to feel that inside of me.

But seeing it, and how big it was? Well, that kind of scared me.

“I’ve never done it before,” I whispered.

He grinned. “Neither have I.”

My eyes widened. “So, I’ll be your first?”

The idea of experiencing a ‘first’ for him for anything was exhilarating.

He popped open the cap on the lube and spread quite a bit on his fingers before closing the cap and tossing it onto the bed beside me.

“Roll over.”

My nerves started to flutter in my chest, and I licked my lips nervously. But I did what he said, moving until I was on my hands and knees.

I’d always been ‘interested’ about this sort of thing, but I’d never thought to actually try it.

And now that it was actually going to happen, I wanted to run away and hide in the bathroom.

Callum lubed his fingers up, then dropped his hand and brought it to my pussy.

“You’ll be my first,” he admitted. “But don’t worry… I won’t hurt you.”

The idea hadn’t even crossed my mind.

“I know you won’t,” I breathed, voice catching when his blunt fingers dragged deliciously along my clit.

His fingers left a trail of wetness in their wake, causing me to shiver.

He grinned when he saw my reaction, then easily sank two fingers into my pussy.

They slid in easily, both because of my wetness that I was producing on my own—I mean, come on. Every time Callum was within two feet of me, there was excitement on my end—and the lube on his fingers.

He groaned at the heat that my body produced.

“You’re so tight,” he grumbled. “My cock is so hard right now, too. I bet you’d feel like heaven around me.”

I would’ve laughed had he not been serious.

The way that his fingers sounded as he slid in and out of me filled the tiny room, making my cheeks heat in embarrassment.

“Why do you look like you’re about to cover your face with the covers?” he asked, stilling.

“The sound.” My voice cracked. “It’s embarrassing how much I want you.”

He growled and sank three fingers inside of me.

“You think this is embarrassing?” he asked. “Honey, this is the best thing ever. To know that you want me this much is something I cherish. It’s nice to know that the woman I love wants me beyond a shadow of a doubt.”

I would’ve gasped at his words, would’ve returned his words, but then he pulled out of me suddenly and started to circle my anus with one finger. Over and over again, momentarily making me forget what I was going to say.

My breath caught when he finally breached my back entrance with just the tip of one finger.

His breathing picked up speed, and I could practically hear his inner groaning as he let that finger dip deep inside of me.

At first, I wasn’t too sure about the feeling.

I mean, that was a one way for so long, that the feeling of something entering it the wrong way was quite confusing.

But then he pressed his bare cock to my pussy and started to push inside, making my brain go haywire.

He filled me in both holes at the same time, pulling out slightly, only to push it back in.

Over and over he did this, taking his time, but also experimenting as he did.

When that one finger switched to two, he pressed deep inside of me with his cock and stayed there.

“I’m trying not to come,” he explained when I wiggled my hips. “I want to be in your ass when I do.”

I bit my lip and couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

“Jesus, Callum,” I breathed. “Jesus.”

He laughed and squeezed my ass with his free hand.

“My sentiments exactly,” he growled. “Fuuuck, you feel good. And your asshole is so tight around my fingers that I swear to God, the moment that I get inside of you fully, I’m going to come.”

“Please,” I urged. “Move.”

He did, pushing in and pulling out of me in little tiny thrusts in both my ass and my pussy.

It was when his third finger entered me, the stretching burn making my belly jolt and my pussy clench, that I realized this was about to happen.