Page 69 of Afternoon Delight
“But, like, what’s your fantasy?”
“This whole thing is doing it for me.” He gestured to the littered toys between us. “Meeting you in a hotel room, looking at toys, talking about putting one of them up your ass? This is fulfilling fantasy numbers six through eleventy-hundred. I’m already hard as a rock.” He waved at his fly where a distinct bulge was pressing against denim.
I was blushing so hot my face hurt, but some of it was the ache in my cheeks from smiling and laughing.
“That seems like a lot of fantasies. How do you keep them all straight?”
“They’re not straight. They’re bent as hell, same as me.” He removed a coupon for a UV sterilization box from a satin pouch meant to store sex toys. “I didn’t know that about myself until I met you. You’re a bad influence, Meg.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for someone to call me that.” I fluttered my lashes as though I was about to cry, but I was genuinely flattered. “I think you’re a bad influence, too.”
His grin flashed, and his gaze dropped to the box I held. His expression grew more speculative.
“What—” I cleared my throat. “If I wore this, then what? Because I’m intrigued.” I was wet, actually, just sitting here fondling toys on a bed with him. “But once it’s there…” In. “Then what? We have sex? I can see how that’s a new experience for me, but what does that do for you?”
“Is this a safe space, Meg?” He let all his humor fall away. “Because we talk about sex a lot, and we make a lot of jokes, and I love it. It’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. It’s the kind of fun I need right now.”
“But you don’t want the doing of the sex?” I was more disappointed than relieved. “That’s okay.”
“No. I definitely want the doing. I really, really want the doing,” he assured me with a steady look that I felt in the pit of my belly. “But it doesn’t have to be bells and whistles. You can hold this in your hand while I fuck you. It would still be some of the hottest sex I’ve ever experienced.”
“Yeah?” I was trying not to laugh. This was a safe space. And he’d just revealed that his level of experimentation was about as wide as my own—which sounded pretty narrow. “Why don’t you tell me what you want? If I don’t like your idea, I’ll say ‘no thanks,’ and we’ll figure out something else.”
“Okay.” He bit the edge of his bottom lip, studying me. Then he said, “I want to put that up your ass so I can put my finger through the ring on the end and force you to stay still while I eat you. After you come, I want to fuck you while it’s still inside you. Maybe turn you over so I can see it while we’re fucking.”
A punch of nervous, helpless, eager lust contracted every muscle from my navel down to my knees. I swallowed—kind of intimidated, but also turned on by how direct he’d been.
“I went too far, didn’t I?”
“No,” I said weakly. My pussy was clenching with eagerness. I swore my clit was standing up like an erect penis. My labia felt heavy and hot. I was so wet, I was starting to worry I’d stain through my jeans.
I couldn’t hold his gaze, so I picked at the top of the box, trying to find the edge of the cellophane that wrapped it. It was typical pain-in-the-ass—haha—packaging, with hidden seals and a blister pack inside, offering plenty of time for second thoughts.
“I should warn you that I’ve never been with anyone except Joel.”
“Is that why you’re so nervous?”
“Do I seem nervous?” I let my voice go high with exaggerated anxiety.
He didn’t laugh. He looked at me all gentle and tender, making me feel like a virgin all over again.
“I thought about, you know, finding someone online to break the seal.” I finally got the cellophane off with a crinkle. “But I don’t want a stranger to see my forty-year-old fanny.”
“You’re not forty.”
“Almost. And you’re only thirty-two, aren’t you? I didn’t know I was into age-gap kink, but?—”
“For God’s sake, if you can’t open that, give it to me. There’s teasing, and then there’s teasing, Meg. This is not the good kind.”
“I’ve got it.” I freed it from its clamshell of plastic and took it to the bathroom to wash it, discovering I was shaking with nerves.
While I was in there, I gave myself a wash. I’d finally gotten around to getting a wax, hoping something like this would happen, but now I was wondering if I was really going through with it. I could say no if I chickened out. I knew I could. We could have straight vanilla sex or just neck for a while. Zak wouldn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to.
But I really wanted this. I wanted sex, and him, and yes, a little adventure. I wanted to know how it felt to have sex while my butt was full, and I really, really wanted to know how his cock fit inside me.
Even so, I was anxious. Horny-worried. My stomach was in knots.
I brought a towel when I came back, knowing we’d use a lot of lube.
