I sighed. Damn, damn, damn. What was I going to do with him? With Jack? With them both? The phone chirped and I read it. Moms(Jeffrey had programmed it). I hit the button to silence it and then turned it off. This night had been enough of a mindfuck. I did not need to add a conversation with my mother to the mix.
'Ready?' Alan asked, his face
aglow with pre-sex expectations. A little shiver ran up my spine as I thought of the orgasms I planned on having at the hands (and lips and tongue and cock) of this man.
'You betcha. Let's go.'
'You look gorgeous,' he said, escorting me out.
'Oh, you sweet talker, you.'
'Is this weird?' Alan whispered, fitting me into the harness. I blinked, considering blurting, yes, it is weird! Of course it is weird!but we're all weird in some way when it comes to sex.
'Not so much weird as new,' I said, and then he pulled the strap a bit tighter and the hard rubber knob inside the harness rubbed my clit. I sucked in a breath. OK, so I could get used to this.
He smiled at me, his face excited but anxious. 'I like it when you go slow,' he said to my ear and his hot breath made my nipples spike. A curl of excitement wound around inside my stomach and my pussy grew wetter. I was going to fuck a guy. Me! Carina Evans ! I was going to fuck this
handsome, strapping guy with this turquoise-coloured cock. And if I did it right, the 'pleasure nub' (as Alan had described it) would get me off. Then he'd fuck me. Apparently, a good dose of dick in the ass turned Alan into a stallion. At least according to Alan. We'd see.
'One more should do it,' he said. He kissed my ear and then my forehead. His lips found mine and he yanked the belt so that it slid one more notch. The nub rubbed my clit and I felt a flickering in my cunt that meant in no time at all I would come. Just the thought of doing this to a big, strapping guy like Alan had me ready to go. 'And if you like it, next time we can use the other.' He kissed me one more time and opened the nightstand drawer. He handed me lube and I took it with shaking fingers.
'The other?'
'The double dong. A dildo outside for me, one inside for you. You'd be fucking us both at once,' he said and turned his broad freckled back to me. I had never had a man prostrate himself before me this way and part of me was a nervous wreck, the other part of me was so turned on I was damn near vibrating.
'Oh,' I breathed.
'Just use the lube and ... open me up,' Alan said.
I did as told, using damn near all the lube in the bottle. To be perfectly frank, I'm shocked that Alan didn't shoot off the bed. But he didn't. I watched, fascinated, as his body took me in. So this is what it was like. To enter, to penetrate, to be inside another body. I worked him until he was gasping and moving back to meet me and then he made a small sound I recognised as need and I pushed the blue head of my brand-new cock to his ass and pushed just enough so that the head slipped in.
Alan sighed, 'Yes, yes, thank you, Carina.'
That was all I really needed, to tell the truth. I slipped into him, grasping his hips and holding him the way I had been gripped during sex, I moved into him, faster and faster. The rubber nodule rubbed and bumped and stroked my clit so that I had to bite my lip to hold on and not come.
Alan's arms jumped and bulged as he reached under and stroked his cock. I'd seen his impressive monument to malehood and the sight of a man jacking off always did me in. I came hard and fast, biting my lip, thrusting my hips, gripping him so tight I thought my fingernails would penetrate his skin as surely as the toy was penetrating his ass. 'Take it off, take it off,' he chanted.
Even as fine gossamer bits of orgasm continued to trail through my pussy, I fumbled with the strap. I yanked with trembling hands, managing to drop the whole contraption by the bed. Alan groped in that drawer again, drawing a condom over the rosy length of his cock. He came at me with it then, jutting forward in a nearly malicious way that made my pulse speed up and my pussy go creamy for him.
He flipped me onto my back, yanking my knees high so they were near my ears. He slipped into me, spearing me on the full length of himself. I gasped, taking every inch as he moved in an aggressive but oddly tender way. The head of his cock rubbing my g-spot at the most perfect angle. All of me went lax. My fingers and toes and lips, even, felt heavy and slow but in a pleasant way. Like a good red wine buzz or a mild fever. His mouth found my shoulder, my clavicle, my mouth. He kissed me hard, fucked me harder.
'That was good, Carina. You were good. Now come for me baby, because you fucked me so good I can't hold it much more. He pinned my arms for a second and thrust faster. He breathed in my ear, whispering sweet nonsense words until the orgasm that had coiled in my cunt let loose with warm flicks of pleasure that were so good it bordered on pain. Then Alan came with me and by the time he was cleaning his toy he was already talking about next time.
But I was game.