by Lisa Ferrari
“Spend it with you.”
“You want to go somewhere or have a big party?”
“Go where?”
“Out of town? Maybe for a couple of nights?”
“What have you got in mind?”
“Monterey Resort Hotel and Spa?”
“You want to go back there?”
“I would love to go back there.” It is, after all, the place where we first said I Love You to one another. “But it’s totally your birthday so it’s absolutely your decision.” Spending a couple days making love left, right, up, down, and sideways in that gorgeous suite sounds good to me.
“Okay.”
Kellan catches me off guard. “Okay? Just like that?”
“Sure. I loved that place. Is that where you want to go?”
It’s very sweet that it’s his birthday yet he’s asking me where I want to go. I can hardly contain my enthusiasm. I nod vigorously and stretch my arms over my head luxuriously. The white comforter slips down, revealing my breasts.
Kellan stares at them.
I resist the urge to cover myself.
“Yeah,” he says, “I’m calling them right now.” He grabs his phone off the nightstand, finds the number and dials.
Five minutes later, we’re booked in the same suite for two nights, and we’ll drive down tomorrow morning.
I’m so excited. I’m already formulating plans for what I’m going to do to the birthday boy. I’ll need to stop by my apartment before we drive out of town.
AFTER KELLAN GRACIOUSLY brings me a cup of black coffee with cinnamon in bed, despite my protestations given that he’s the birthday boy, I put on my sports bra and compression shorts and running shoes. We go to the home gym for our morning cardio.
I spend most of the hour fantasizing about what I’m going to do to Kellan when we get to the hotel suite tomorrow.
Kellan reads from Goblet. I’m thrilled to see how much he’s enjoying it. How he can read and march uphill on a treadmill remains a mystery to me.
After the cardio, we strip off our sweaty clothes and jump in the pool. I just love swimming naked with Kellan in the middle of the day. I almost feel guilty because we’re in his pool, naked, while people like Denise are sitting in an office somewhere, working.
After our swim, Kellan makes scrambled eggs and cuts up some tomatoes and spoons some cottage cheese onto the eggs. It’s delicious. It’s hard to believe food this delicious is in line with our fitness program. I always figured that in order to get skinny, I’d have to starve myself and eat tiny little portions of weird stuff, like raw seaweed and wheat germ or something.
After breakfast, I insist on doing the dishes. Kellan goes into his office to work. I grab my laptop and sit by the pool, farting around online and looking at the website for the resort we’re going to tomorrow.
That evening, after our weight-training session, we sit by the pool and enjoy a yummy meal of chicken breasts and rice and broccoli that Kellan sautéed in Greek dressing that is quite possibly one of the most delicious things I’ve ever eaten. We go for a swim and I have an idea. I suggest we have a Will Ferrell movie marathon. We’ll each pick a movie to watch.
Kellan agrees.
I choose Everything Must Go. For a specific reason. I’m already nervous about it.
Kellan has a difficult time choosing, but finally goes for Land of the Lost. He says the Sleestaks lizard people scared the crap out of him when he was little, so he loves that movie.
We watch Everything Must Go first. We’ve both seen it once before, although Kellan says he doesn’t remember much of it.
There’s a scene I’m waiting for, and I start to get more and more nervous as the movie progresses.
Finally, the scene comes.
Will Ferrell’s character, Nick, spies his neighbors through a window having sex.
But not just regular ol’ vanilla missionary.
Nor Reverse Cowgirl or Rusty Trombone or Dirty Sanchez.
She is behind him, wearing a harness and sex toy, taking him anally.
This used to be called strapping one on.
At some point it became known as pegging.
For reasons I don’t want to think about, it’s my ultimate fantasy. I have the apparatus hiding in plain sight inside the dusty old black box stashed on the top shelf in my closet (metaphors!). I merely lack a willing partner.
Merely.
A partner, preferably willing, is only the single most important element.
During the scene, I casually watch Kellan for his reaction.
Sadly, and totally effing frustratingly, he doesn’t seem to have one.
Does that mean he knows about it and therefore isn’t disturbed as he might be if he’d never seen it before?
Does it mean he’s into it because he doesn’t laugh or say something disparaging such as “Gross” or “Queer” or “Dyke”?
Does it not mean anything and I’m totally obsessing and overthinking like I always do?
Probably.
I should probably stop the movie and ask him what he thought of it, and simply tell him I like that and would love love love love LOVE to do it to, er, with, him. And go from there.
But I don’t. I’m a chicken. As usual.
We finish the movie and watch Land of the Lost. It’s funnier than I remember it being. The first time I saw it, I wanted to like it but thought it kinda sucked. I think most people felt that way because I remember hearing that it pretty much tanked at the box office.
But upon seeing it again, I really like it. It’s chalk-full of vintage Will Ferrell moments (14,000 calories later…). Danny McBride is good. The notion of cooking and eating Chaka the primate boy is twisted and hysterical. The Sleestaks are spot-on and kinda freaky.
Kellan and I laugh a lot and enjoy the movie thoroughly.
But when it’s over, I still have thoughts of pegging in my head.
I climb on Kellan and kiss him all over as I peel off his clothes.
Once he’s naked before me, not to mention rock-freaking-hard, I suck his beautiful cock. Really, really well. I pinch his nipples and rub his body all over, especially his groin and the insides of his thighs and down underneath, paying special attention to his buttocks.
He tries to reciprocate but I don’t let him. I tell him to lie back and let me pleasure him. He is the birthday boy.
I caress and tickle and scratch and squeeze his butt cheeks while I fellate him. I work my way lower, licking and sucking his scrotum and testicles.
Then lower, down to his anus. He smells clean from the swim in the pool, and it emboldens me to enjoy myself.
After a few minutes, I lift Kellan’s legs so I have better access.
After a few more minutes, when Kellan is moaning and grunting and saying my name over and over and over again, which I take for a good sign and thus decide to go for it, I get up close to him as if I were going to penetrate him if I had a phallus. I’m on my knees on the floor in front of him. I wet my middle finger inside myself and then slide it into Kellan’s booty. I begin to finger him while I jerk him off. I pretend to do him, pushing my hips against his ass each time I push my finger inside him.
It’s really turning me on. “You like this?”
Kellan stares at me fixedly and nods.
I keep going, giving it to him harder and faster and more forcefully while I suck his beautiful erection.
He comes very quickly, his anus squeezing my finger hard as he does so.
I swallow as much as I can while I touch myself and climax with him, which is not easy because I’m focused on him.
Afterwards, while we’re cuddling on the sectional, I ask him if he liked it.
I can tell he’s embarrassed, but eventually he says yes, he liked it very much.
We agree that any kinky stuff like that which we do will absolutely, 100% stay between us. I want him to feel safe with me. I do my best to assuage any fears he has about it.
By the time we climb into bed and Kellan spoons m
e nice and snug, I feel better. I feel like we’ve taken a big step. I feel like he trusts me. I feel like my love for him has grown even deeper.
IN THE MORNING, we do our usual fasted morning cardio, then shower and dress, throw a few things in a bag, some clothes and toiletries, we grab our laptops and various chargers, and drive to Monterey. We drive the Mister Beaumont again, as we did last time. I can tell Kellan is as excited as I am. He holds my hand while we drive.
I make Kellan stop by my apartment, but I refuse to tell him why, simply that I need to get something. I remove my secret, beloved, virgin sex toys from the old black box in my closet. They’re wrapped in my favorite Jane’s Addiction tee shirt. It’s an innocuous black bundle so I stuff it into a plastic bag, lock the front door, and put it inside my backpack sitting on the floor mat between my knees once I’m back in the Aventador. Kellan watches intently but picks up on the fact that I’m not about to spill the beans.
When we arrive at the resort, the same valet is working, and his face lights up when he hears, and then sees, us drive in. Kellan spots him a hundred dollar bill again to assure the car is well looked after.
We check in, get our room key card, and are upstairs, in our suite, and are very, very naked ten minutes later.
I throw Kellan down on the bed, inasmuch as I can throw a man of his size, and climb on top of him. I have my way with him, thoroughly. I have so much raw sexual energy, I feel that I need to dispel some of it before I reveal what’s up my sleeve. I get on Kellan and pin his hands down and ride him as hard and as fast as I can.
I’m feeling very dominant today.
We both erupt at the same time.
WE FALL ASLEEP entwined in each other’s arms.
When we awaken, the sun is setting and we watch quietly as the orange circle sinks into the water.
We get dressed and go downstairs to the on-site restaurant. It’s a seafood place with an Italian twist. We both get big plates of chicken parmesan with tons of melted, browned mozzarella cheese. It’s so good. I order a glass of cabernet. But I’m still a bit nervous, so I order a second glass, which definitely does the trick.
When Kellan leaves the table to use the restroom, I tell our server that today is Kellan’s birthday. After our plates have been cleared, the wait staff brings Kellan a complimentary tiramisu with a candle in it. They sing to him in Italian. He cringes throughout while I take a video of it on my phone. He looks so cute staring at me while the staff sings. The orange glow from the candle illuminates Kellan’s devastating blue eyes, and my heart swells for him.
BACK IN OUR suite, I give him his gift, the silk boxers I bought for him a few weeks ago. He loves them. He tries them on and they look every bit as good as I’d hoped they would. I run my hands all over the silk, feeling his body underneath. He gets an erection and I follow through on my desire to bite it through the silk. Kellan gasps and flexes it, and I feel it swelling between my teeth and lips.
I promptly remove the boxers and we take a long, hot shower. Kellan puts music on. As with our previous visit, I am unable to locate the speakers in the room. The music from his phone goes to a wireless Bluetooth/NFC dock on the table beside the big flat-screen TV. But the speakers are incorporated into the room décor. I vow to find them this time.
We wash each other thoroughly and Kellan makes love to me while I sit on the granite bench seat in the big shower. I’m feeling warm and fuzzy and happy from the wine, and I can’t keep my tongue out of Kellan’s mouth. I want to devour him.
He makes love to me slowly, tenderly, kissing me all the while.
But I don’t let him come. Each time he gets close, I tell him to stop, to wait for me.
But instead of having an orgasm of my own, I turn off the water and we get out.
Once we’re dry, I tell him to lie on the bed. I take the blindfold out of the complimentary traveler’s kit and put it on him. I have him lie on his stomach, face down, and I use a couple of my thongs to bind his wrists to the headboard.
The moment is upon me at last.
With some trepidation, I unroll my Jane’s Addiction tee shirt and organize my toys. I slide the black harness on and cinch the straps tight on my hips. I slide my preferred toy onto the little red post. The big dildo is made of a fleshy material called Cyber Skin. It’s supposed to feel real. After spending so much time with Kellan’s penis, I can attest to the fact that it feels pretty darn real. I roll a condom onto it, squirt some lube onto it, and climb onto the bed, where I kneel between Kellan’s legs.
I begin by kissing his neck and shoulders and back, working my way lower, until I reach his delectable heinie. I massage it and tickle it, dragging my fingernails over it. I get so turned on that I find myself smacking it several times. I even start biting it.
Kellan squirms and moans and breathes heavily.
He seems to be enjoying it. I wonder if he knows what I’m about to do.
I’m so worked up, I can no longer resist. I spread his buttocks and begin devouring him. I wish I had more tiramisu to lick off of him.
Kellan lifts his hips off the bed, meeting my mouth, and I am encouraged.
Finally I decide to take him.
I kneel behind him and press the shiny, lubricated head of my toy against his opening.
He gasps once, then moans.
I gently work it around in a little circle, gradually increasing the pressure, going very, very slowly. I don’t want to hurt him or cause him any pain. I don’t want to give him a reason to dislike this, to not want to do it ever again.
It takes about five minutes, but slowly, gradually, the head slides into him.
Kellan lifts his hips, meeting me. I hear him breathing heavily through clenched teeth.
“Does it hurt?” I ask.
“No…” he moans, long and deep. I find his noises encouraging.
I work my toy in and out very slowly, just a little at a time. I apply more lubricant several times. As a woman, I know how important lubrication can be.
At last I am all the way inside him. Kellan is saying my name over and over again. I love it when he does that.
I lie down flat on his back, relishing his warm skin against mine.
I make love to him, gently and slowly. At first. But as I move, the harness is pressing against my clit. The physical sensation amplifies what I’m doing, and before long, I’m giving it to Kellan hard and fast. I kiss and nibble his ear, biting his earlobe. I reach around to his front and grasp his erection in my hand.
When I get close, I tell him I’m about to come. A few minutes later, I’m grinding my clit against the harness, pushing my cock into Kellan’s perfect ass. My orgasm takes me, and my body convulses and I cry out. It’s a powerful one. I am distantly aware of Kellan moaning loud and deep into the mattress. I feel him ejaculating all over my hand.
I lie on top of him as we come down, our breathing gradually slowing.
Wow. That was intense. It was even better than I thought it would be. I hadn’t planned on having a mind-altering orgasm. Perhaps the wine helped.
Eventually I gently pull out and clean up in the bathroom, where I unroll the condom and remove the toy and harness. I return to the bed, where I untie Kellan’s wrists and remove his blindfold. He turns to face me.
It’s time to ask the unavoidable question.
I kiss him.
I press my forehead to his.
I whisper, “Did you like that?”
He nods. Then he smiles. He kisses me. He seems shy. It’s very cute and very endearing.
“Yeah,” he whispers. “I liked it. I liked it a lot.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, it was perfect. Have you… Um, have you ever done that before?”
I shake my head adamantly. “No. First time. Did you really like it?”
“I loved it. God, I came so hard.”
“I did, too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. Good Lord. So, you’d like to do it again someti
me?”
Kellan chuckles. “Yes, I would. Very much.”
We kiss. A deep, long, meaningful kiss full of love and secrets and the newfound affection that only comes from having the courage to share your heart and soul with someone you dare to love.
IN THE MORNING, we wake up late.
Before getting out of bed or making coffee or anything else, we start kissing. Kellan pulls me on top of him and guides himself inside me.
Wow.
Morning sex is still new for me.
It’s good.
Really good.
I’m lingering between sleep and wakefulness. My mind is a blank canvass, not yet trespassed by the needs of the coming day.
Kellan holds me by the hips and thrusts himself up into me, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. He stops several times to rest so he doesn’t climax too soon.
Without a word, Kellan reaches out to the nightstand and grabs the harness and toy. He hands them to me.
I slide off of his erection, which is rock hard and wet and shiny. I deftly pull the straps and the toy up my legs, cinch the straps snug, and apply a condom and some lubricant. He spreads his legs for me, lifts his knees, and wraps his legs around my waist.
I settle on top of him and enter him, as slowly and gently as I can. I mostly hold still while Kellan works his hips up and down, guiding me, taking me in.
This is even better. Kellan is on his back. I’m facing him. We stare into each other’s eyes and kiss passionately.
A lot of time passes.
I’m not sure how much, but the red numbers on the bedside alarm clock get steadily larger. My desire builds and builds, until I’m pushing myself into Kellan, and I feel the same delicious pressure on my clit, until I’m right on the edge.
“I’m going to come, Kellan.”
“Yes, Claire…”
I continue my steady rhythm until my orgasm seizes me, even stronger than last night. I feel hot semen on my stomach. Kellan is coming, too. I don’t know how, but he is.
I recover at last, enough to look down at Kellan. He’s smiling.
“Wow,” he murmurs. “That was hot.”
“You came, too.”
“Yeah I did.”
“How?”
“Your stomach was rubbing on me. And I was so turned on. It feels so good.”