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My voice disintegrates into something low and garbled with his mouth on methere. His tongue lapping and pushing into the tiny hole. It’s not something I’ve had many times before, and maybe I’d be self-conscious even with the douching and the waxing and the washing, but with every lick over and push in of his tongue, I become less coherent. I’m sure my brain is leaking out onto the pillow. There’s no shame, only instinct and feral hunger driving me to raise up on my knees, reach back and spread mycheeks, holding myself open for him. He’s groaning and gripping my hips, eating my ass like it’s gourmet. I asked him not to shave, so his stubble is slightly abrasive, scraping against my skin wherever it touches. I push back onto his face, moaning and keening.
He nudges me onto my back, wiping his mouth and reaching for one of the toys. He slicks it and turns it on. The low hum, the sound makes my body clench around the emptiness waiting to be filled. He smiles down at me, reaching between my legs and running his fingers over me. Still caressing my clit, he inserts the toy slowly, the vibration jolting through my core and sending shock waves down the backs of my legs all the way to my feet.
“Oh.” I arch, my back bowing at the pleasure devouring me from the inside. “Monk, I…”
“You what, baby?” He dials up the intensity, and my eyes roll back, my body jerking and my legs stiffening. “What do you want?”
“This,” I mutter, my tongue nearly useless to make sounds or words as I lose myself in the storm of sensation. He’s everywhere. His mouth on my breasts, his thumb in my ass, his hand between my legs, and all the while the toy vibrates relentlessly.
“I can’t…” I try to catch my breath, but it’s too intense. I gasp and howl, spreading my legs, tossing my head and curling my toes as wave after wave crashes over me. As soon as I settle, as my senses find earth, he starts again, alternating between his mouth and the toy and his hand. It’s a cycle so viciously good, when I’ve crested for the fourth time, I sob into the pillow.
“Monk, please,” I hiccup, my legs flopping open. “I can’t again.”
His lips are swollen. His eyes are dark and feral. His grin is smug and satisfied.
“You were right.” He slides down my body and kisses, sucks, licks between my legs. “That was fun.”
I narrow my eyes at him, spent, but rousing myself so I can blow his fucking mind.
I sit up and reach for one of the dildos. “My turn.”
FORTY-NINE
Monk
“I need you to relax,” Verity says, on her knees facing me on the bed, as she lubes up what she assures me is one of her modestly sized dildos.
“You tell me to relax while aiming that,” I say, nodding to the sex toy, “at me?”
“You’ll be fine.” She pats my arm as if I’m getting blood drawn. “And I promise you’ll still be straight when I’m done with you.”
She stops and tilts her head and then shrugs.
“I mean… I guess? I’ve only ever pegged bi guys. At least you know my feelings won’t change if youarequeer after this,” she says with a straight face and dancing eyes. “I’ll be a safe space for you.”
“You got jokes, I see. As if I’m not nervous enough.”
“Just relax and bear down when I tell you to.”
“Did you saybear down?” I swipe a hand over my face. “Babe.”
She quietly cackles, lowering her head to my chest and shaking against me. I pinch her arm and she yelps, “Ow!”
“Stop laughing at me,” I say, but my lips fight off a smile because she’s so adorable like this.
“Sorry.” She firms her mouth and sobers. “Ready?”
“Go for it.”
“Lie down.” She presses my shoulder and gently urges my back to the bed.
My heart is racing. I’m not even thirty-five, so I’ve never had a prostate exam. I know it exists, but me and that gland, we are not well acquainted.
Yet.
“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” Verity says, surprising me by mouthingmy Adam’s apple. It’s so simple and shouldn’t feel so good, but she’s doing this thing with her tongue. By the time she’s moved on to my ears, I’m convinced my Adam’s apple is an erogenous zone. She pays the same homage to my neck and collarbone, dusting open-mouth kisses over my rib cage while twisting my nipples. My body is a live wire, and by the time she takes me into her mouth, I’m already blissed out.
“Damn, that’s good, Vee,” I rasp, spreading my legs to give her more room to settle between them. I let my eyes roam down my chest and abs to meet her eyes, locked with mine, my dick in her mouth. The way she sucks the tip and pushes her tongue into the slit, but strokes the base.
