Page 107 of Brutal

“Shit,” I mutter because I’m not actually sure at all. I let out a nervous laugh, though, and nod. “Just lots of lube. And go slow.”

I sound pathetic, like a virgin all over again, and part of me wants to back out. But I’d been on her ass about being adventurous, and there is that stubbornly curious part of me that won’t back down from this.

Mimosa slides off me and pushes my thighs apart. “Stay like that.” She glances around the room. “Where’d you hide the toys?”

I stay put. “Where you’d never find them,” I say.

She gives me a look.

“They’re in the closet with the rest of the stuff. Including the industrial sized bottle of lube, so don’t forget that,” I tell her with a chuckle.

She goes to collect the brand-new toys, and I watch her warily. The dildo looks huge to me, even though I know, logically, that it isn’t.

Mimosa eyes the harness, then looks down at herself. “Guess I have to remove these now.” She gets the panties off and tosses them at me. They land on my chest, and I snatch them up to take a deep breath.

Fuck, she smells great.

I hear Mimosa snort. “I don’t know a single woman who would sniff a guy’s briefs.”

“Then they’re missing out,” I tell her. “You trying to say I smell bad or something, Mimi?”

“I think it’s more about the general state of cleanliness of men.” Mimosa slots the dildo into the harness and gets it on herself. “You’ll have to buy one of those mini vibrators for me if we do this again.”

“You can put a mini vibrator in there?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbows to watch her. It’s more than a little intimidating, and I eye her up and down. Maybe I should change my mind. It’s not too late.

But that’s ridiculous. She hasn’t even done anything yet.

She strides forward with a ridiculous amount of confidence, considering, and I regard her with as much certainty as I can. She doesn’t need to know how nervous I am.

All right, so she probably does already know, but that doesn’t mean I have to show it off in the least sexy way ever.

“Spread those legs,” she says, getting into position between them. She runs her hands along the insides of my thighs, stopping to squeeze my balls.

I groan, arching up into her touch. It feels good, but I can’t help but tense up with the knowledge of what’s coming next.

There’s no real reason I haven’t tried this before — other than the possibility that I could look like a total pussy if I start and chicken out. Guys do this all the time, right? I’ve never had someone play with my prostate before, but it’s supposed to feel good.

Amazing, even.

Mimosa dribbles lube over my cock, balls, and hole. It’s cold enough to make me startle, but she strokes my cock again, warming the lube in the process.

“Maybe we can train you to take a whole beer can,” Mimosa says in her flat tone as her fingers trace down toward my hole.

I start to sit upright, but she uses her other hand to push me back down. “What? You?—”

I realize she’s teasing me when I see the hint of the smile on her lips, and I scowl at her.

“What the fuck, Mimi?” I grumble. “Are you trying to make me soft?”

“It’s not like it needs to be hard for me to fuck you,” she answers, and it’s so hard to tell when she’s being serious or not. I glare at her until she starts to giggle.

I want to argue back, but on the next breath, she pushes a finger inside me.

It makes me gasp, and I go rigid. Fuck. That is definitely an exit-only hole.

Isn’t it?

As she slides it inside of me, though, I force myself to relax — as much as I can, considering — and let her. It’s not like she’s got huge fingers, and it isn’t much at all. I’m not going to go running from a little bit of a strange sensation.