She stiffened and then turned her head, clear puzzlement and discomfort displayed in her expression.
“Ash . . . I don’t understand . . .”
No, she wouldn’t have. It came out all wrong. He cursed his tongue because it hadn’t come out as he’d wanted.
“Just meant, did you picture yourself in that threesome? Is it something you thought about? Is it something that turned you on and you wanted?”
She shook her head, her eyes still perplexed. But there, just a flash. A hint of something in her eyes. He could barely see it because of the way she was turned.
“I think it did turn you on,” he said huskily. “And I already said it wasn’t happening. Did that disappoint you, Josie? Did you imagine what it was like to have two cocks at the same time?”
He reached underneath her to stroke her clit, feeling her body respond to his touch. She tightened around him, her sweet pussy fluttering and clenching, bearing down on his erection until he was near to exploding.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I imagined what it would feel like.”
“There’s another way,” he said smoothly. “Not quite as good as the real thing, but I can give you that sensation if nothing else. Have no desire to ever share you with another man, darling, but I can give you that experience at least.”
“I don’t understand,” she said in a breathless, excited tone.
“I’ll put in an anal plug. A bigger one so you’re all snug and tight around it. Then I’ll fuck your pussy with the plug inserted. You’ll have the experience of two cocks inside you without there being another man in the picture.”
“Oh.”
That one word conveyed a whole host of things. Excitement. Arousal. Yeah, she wanted it. And he’d give her that. He might not give her another man—that was never happening—but he could give her that sensation. Having her pussy and ass stuffed full.
He eased back, lifting his weight off her, withdrawing slowly through engorged, silken tissue. Then he pushed forward again, not ready to leave her tight heat. Not yet. He’d tease her a bit more, get her so worked up that she’d be about out of her mind.
He thrust forward, back and forth, more clinically as he sought to rein in his control. She moaned and twisted restlessly, but he knew she wouldn’t fall over that edge. Not unless his fingers were on her clit. That helped him because it meant she would only orgasm when he was ready for her to.
After a few more thrusts, he looked down, enjoying the sight of his dick sliding from her pussy, wet with her juices, so snug. So fucking tight. He couldn’t even imagine how much tighter she’d be with that plug in her ass.
He pulled completely out and left her trembling on hands and knees on the bed while he went to retrieve one of the unopened plugs in his closet. His hands shook as he tore open the packaging. Anticipation. Desire, a razor’s edge, boiling in his veins.
When he returned to the bed, Josie’s hands were balled into tight fists, planted in the mattress, and she turned her head to look at him, her eyes widening when she took in the size of the plug.
He laughed softly. “It’s no bigger than I am, love. You’ll take it and you’ll take me.”
“It’s going to hurt,” she said dubiously.
“Part of the pleasure is the pain,” he said softly. “Remember the marks on your ass from last night. I was a lot harder on you than I was that first time. But you took it and begged for more. Push aside the pain, Josie. Embrace it, because after the pain comes the pleasure. I’ll give you that and a hell of a lot more.”