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“Okay, weird,” I say cautiously.
“Weird,” Mimosa echoes. She pushes in deeper and rubs her fingers along my insides.
It’s not terrible. It’s not great either, though, and I’m starting to wonder why people enjoy this on the receiving end.
I wince when I remember how I’d forced this on her.
“Maybe we don’t need to do anal,” I suggest. “For either of us, if we don’t like it. That’s what you’re trying to prove here, right?”
Mimosa looks up at me, staring me directly in the eyes. “You don’t like it?”
“I didn’t say that,” I say cautiously, flashing her a sheepish smile. “But I don’t?—”
Her finger pushes farther, and I cry out at the sudden, intense pleasure that slams into me.
“Shit!” I exclaim. “What the fuck?”
Her finger isn’t even that deep, is it? But it feels like it is, and where it’s rubbing, it’s so fucking good that I don’t really have words for it. It’s more intense than just getting stroked somehow, and if she touched my dick… Well, it’s probably a good thing neither of us is also touching my cock at the same time.
“Oh, wow, it’s like men have prostates and are more built to enjoy anal,” Mimosa says, still insistently rubbing against my prostate.
Groaning, I lie back, closing my eyes. “I wouldn’t say we’re built to enjoy anal,” I begin, but when she slides a second finger inside of me, I have a hard time arguing — especially when she finds my prostate again and starts back up. “Is this what it feels like when I play with your clit?”
“I don’t know what this feels like,” Mimosa answers. “But tell me again how much you don’t like this.”
“Do you always have to be a smartass?” I complain, looking up at her. “It’s ruining the mood.”
It isn’t, but I have to say something to combat the way those fingers are starting to feel really, really fucking good. I’d never live it down if I came just from her fingers inside of me.
“Would you rather have a meek and agreeable version of me?” Mimosa asks, right as she pulls her fingers out. “Sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again, Sir.”
I stare daggers at her. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I tell her. We’ve come this far, far enough to where I can sort of take the joke. I don’t like it, though. I don’t like the idea of dimming her fire even though I’m standing close enough to get burned.
She pours lube over the dildo, and my eyes are drawn to it. It’s definitely larger than her fingers.
Mimosa catches my gaze and says, “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll be gentle.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” I grumble. I grin at her anyway, though, because it’s all just too fucking funny in a surreal way. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. I can’t believe I’m about to let someone do this to me.
I can’t believe Mimosa is here at all.
Mimosa lines herself up and presses the tip of the silicone toy against my slick hole. “The only things you should be saying now are Oh god! and harder!” She stops and adds, still in the flat tone, “You can beg, too.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re not gonna make me beg.”
She’s absolutely going to make me beg. I can just see it now.
I don’t want to give her that satisfaction, but if anyone can do it, it’ll be her.
She rolls her eyes, but I see the small quirk of her lips, too. It makes me feel warm in ways that have nothing to do with arousal.
Then she pushes inside me.
The initial feeling makes me grunt, and I have to force myself not to tighten up like I want to. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but there’s so much lube that it isn’t impossible for her to push it inside of me despite it all.
“Have you done this before?” I manage to ask between breaths.
“Nope,” Mimosa says, stopping when the toy is fully seated inside me. “It can’t be that hard, right? I’ll try not to tear anything.”