Page 70 of Don't Say You're Sorry

I groan and curl my hands into fists on the counter.Fuck, that’s hot.

“Shh,” he whispers. “Relax.”

I do as I’m told and stare at his reflection as he presses something hard and wet to my entrance. His anger has faded almost entirely now, replaced with heat and desire and that raw, possessive look he always gets when we’re together.

He gently pushes the plug inside me, and I let out a laugh to cover my moan. “Were you gonna punch my brother with a butt plug up your ass?”

“Yes,” he says, unashamed.

Of course he was.

“Does that feel good?” he checks, pushing on the base of the plug. “You like it?”

“Yeah. You?”

He nods, and I suck on my lip, my cheeks flushing.

Is that what he’s been doing up here all this time? Prepping himself and inserting the plug, waiting for me to join him? Before tonight, he’d never even taken a finger. Neither mine nor his own. I’m a little disappointed I missed it.

“Can I see yours?”

He pushes his sweats down, and I straighten up to face him, waiting for him to turn around. When he shows me the black silicone pressed against his pink hole, I let out a breath and drop my head on his shoulder, my hands clutching his waist.

“You gonna fuck me with it inside you?”

“Soon,” he promises, reaching up to run his fingers through my hair. “First, you’re gonna fuck me with yours inside you.”

I freeze, sure I heard him wrong. I’m about to ask him to repeat that, but then the toy in my ass starts vibrating, and I let out a surprised squeak.

“Fuck. Easton. How are you doing that?”

He lifts his free hand, showing me the small remote.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Baby, I’m just getting started.” He tugs on the hair at the base of my head.

I make a helpless noise, but I’m not complaining. Not at all.

We clean up, take our rubbish with us, and go to his room. He locks the door, our mouths crashing in a filthy kiss as we stumble toward the bed. He lays me down, and I open my legs, wrapping my limbs around him and pulling him down on me.

I once asked him where the craziest place he had sex was. He told me he’d done it on the court at school once the gym had cleared out after a game. Jealous, I had him fuck me all over town. Mostly in public bathrooms. I wasn’t brave enough to do it in any place wilder than that. It took me a few times to admit I wasn’t that into it. I mean, the sex was incredible. It wasn’t that. It was the location. I guess exhibitionism isn’t my kink. Not with him, at least. I like being on a bed with him behind a locked door.Having him all to myself. I like it when he takes his time with me. Which is exactly what he’s doing now.

He takes our clothes off, strokes my dick, and licks his way down my body, worshiping me from head to toe. When he gets to my cock, he spits on it and sucks me into his mouth, getting me as wet and as slippery as possible. The plug in my ass begins to vibrate even faster, and I jolt, arching off the bed.

“Fuck. Oh my God.”

“What, you thought that was it?” he asks, amused. “There are five speeds.”

“Where’s the remote for yours?” I demand.

He tosses it to me. I fumble it before hitting the button twice. He groans and takes my dick back into his mouth, the vibration of both the plug and his throat making my eyes roll back. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I force him to stop before I come.

He heads toward the door, coming back a moment later with the tie from his dressing gown. “You into this?”

“Yes.”

“All of it?”

---