Page 71 of Stand Your Ground
“You can’t wait to be inside me, can you?” she mused, and the first touch I felt was soft, a tentative walk of her fingers around my hip. “Are you going to last for me when I finally let you?”
“Yes,” I promised. I hoped I could keep that fucking promise when the time came.
Livia wrapped her hand around my cock, moaning when her lube-covered hand swathed me from tip to base and back up. I flexed into the touch, already tingling, already so keyed up I could come just like this.
“My big, thick boy,” she praised, the words soothing the sting of her previous statements. “Dripping for me.”
I moaned, and that’s when I felt the cool metal slide between my cheeks.
It was impossible not to freeze up, not to tense as she toyed with my entrance. She teased and played, skating around the hole before she’d press against it with just enough pressure to have me gasping, but not enough to enter.
“You’re going to need to breathe, Rook,” she coached. “Big inhale in for me, and then let it out slowly, and when you do, I want you to push out.”
She didn’t have to tell me what she meant for me to understand. If I didn’t breathe, if I didn’t relax, this wasn’t going to feel good.
I nodded, doing as she said and taking a deep inhale. I let it out slowly, pushing as I did, and she pressed the plug against my entrance with a moan of encouragement.
“Yes, my filthy little plaything. Just like that. Open up for me.”
She squeezed my cock and pumped me with that praise, making me moan and flex and reach.
“You’re ready,” she assured me, though I wasn’t sure I shared her confidence. “Breathe.”
I sipped in air.
I held it for a long breath.
Then I did my best to relax, to let every drop of air out as I sent that message to my lower half.
And Livia worked the plug inside me.
There was so much lube, I was surprised how easily it popped in. There was one slight moment of discomfort when the largest part of it passed the rim, but as soon as it was in, the pain was gone, and in its place was just an unfamiliar and exciting feeling offullness.
“Fuck, Carter,” Livia breathed. “This is so hot, seeing you plugged for me.”
She moved the plug then, tilting it until the smooth metal pushed against my prostate.
And I let out a moan so loud I wasn’t sure it belonged to me.
“Oh, yes,” Livia praised. I looked over my shoulder at her and nearly died at the satisfied curl of her lips, of how hungry her eyes were where they watched what she was doing to me. “You love it, don’t you?”
“I… I don’t know.”
She pressed the toy down again, this time moving it side to side a bit as her other hand worked my cock in three long, smooth strokes.
I cried out, flexing into her hand, my legs trembling. It felt so fucking good.
“Yes,” I amended. “I like it. I like it.”
“That’s right. You like when I plug your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You like when I stroke your thick, heavy cock and play with your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I cursed the word, holding back against every instinct in me that wanted to just let go and come.
“You’ll let me peg you one day,” she promised. “You’ll beg for it. But tonight, you want to be inside me for the first time, don’t you? You want me to ride your cock with this plug in your ass, don’t you?”
