One of his hands moved inward, his finger once again finding my wetness.
But this time, he didn’t stop at just teasing the entrance, he slowly sank that digit inside of me until I could feel his knuckles brush my ass.
“Everything that I ever wanted,” he muttered.
I didn’t think that was meant for me.
He was muttering to himself as he slowly pumped that finger back and forth, in and out, curling it and rubbing the front wall of my sex as he did, causing my toes to curl.
He pulled his finger out, and at first I thought he was going to return with two fingers just like he normally did, but he changed up the game. Instead of going for my pussy, his juice-coated finger went to my ass.
But he didn’t give me time to tense up by just teasing me.
His finger went to that tight band of muscle, and he pushed it right on through, causing me to gasp and freeze.
I hadn’t expected the move.
Not at all.
Which was likely why he was able to get it in so easily—there’d been no tensing up or refusing him entrance in any way.
“Jesus,” I gasped, unsure whether I wanted to push back against him, or pull away.
It was an utterly alien feeling, having his finger in my ass, and I wasn’t totally sure how I felt about it.
He slowly pulled that finger out, until it was just inside the entrance, and then worked it back inside again, making me moan.
Holy hell.
I squirmed underneath of him, and he ran his free hand up and down the length of my ass, soothing me and exciting me all at once.
“Can you take another?” he asked, drawing the knuckles of his free hand down the length of my bare sex.
I licked my lips, jolting slightly when they brushed my clit, and cleared my throat.
“Yes,” I said, knowing that I could.
He pulled his hand away and reached for the bottle of lube that was resting on the bed next to my knees.
I heard the cap pop, then felt a cool liquid running down the crack of my ass toward where his finger was filling me full.
I bit my lip when he pulled his finger completely free to coat it in the liquid.
That’s when I started to squirm.
He was gearing up to put his cock in my ass… and Jesus, it shouldn’t feel that good, should it?
I bit my lip when his finger once again made its way to my back entrance, slowly sliding around the rim and coating it liberally with the liquid that was on his finger.
“The book said that you could never have enough lube,” he murmured. “How true do you think that is?”
I couldn’t respond.
I was too focused on what he was doing to my back hole to make my mouth work correctly or form any cohesive thoughts.
I felt the drip of more liquid, and I moaned into the pillow.
While my eyes were closed, and I was enjoying the feel of his fingers dancing around that rim of muscle, I hadn’t been paying attention to his cock.
Because suddenly, I felt it at my entrance and cried out in shock at the sudden fullness.
He’d lubed himself up.
That was the only explanation for how he was able to slide in so easily.
It never went that easily seeing as Booth was just that big.
I licked my dry lips and peeled open my eyes, staring at the blue fabric that wrapped the pillow I was lying on.
He pulled his cock out, only to push it right back inside, thoroughly fucking me with smooth, even, hard thrusts.
Then his finger was back, pushing into my ass as if he’d done it a hundred times before.
I groaned at the slight burn that I felt this time.
I wasn’t sure if it was due to the fact that his cock was also in my pussy, or if he’d used a bigger finger.
I was too afraid to ask.
If he’d used a bigger finger, that meant that the more he put in there, the worse it would feel.
But that sudden edge of discomfort only lasted a small amount of time, then it was gone, and in its place was a sense of fullness. Of complete and utter weirdness.
Oh, and greatness.
There was that, too.
He wasn’t even moving his cock now, and it was only when he said, “I can feel my fingers inside of you,” that I realized what he was doing.
Feeling his cock—massaging it even—through the thin layer of tissue that separated my ass from my pussy.
“Feel okay?” he asked curiously.
His voice sounded strained, as if it was taking an insane amount of control to take things slow.
“Yessss,” I hissed. “Oh, yes.”
“Good?” He paused all motion inside of me.
I moaned into the pillow, then pushed back against him in answer.
Move or I’ll make you move, my body said.