Fair Play (Hat Trick, Book 1)

by Samantha Wayland

  She smiled at his hesitation. “Ready?”

  “God,” he groaned, his hands shaking as he coated the plug with lubricant. She watched him carefully. “I can’t honestly believe I’m about to do this.”

  Her eyebrows winged up. “You’ve never done this?”

  “Not with an audience. Not while telling said audience about an ex-boyfriend.” He brought the plug behind him and took a couple deep breaths through his nose before pressing the tip against his anus. “I’ve never actually told any woman I’ve dated about the boyfriends.”

  Savannah’s startled gaze flicked to his face, but his expression must have told her what she was missing. She immediately looked away and watched in slack-jawed awe as he shoved the thick plug against his straining muscles.

  The stretch turned to burn and he stopped, enjoying the high, his eyes closed against the well of pleasure. Hovering there, he felt the edge begin to dull. He gave the anchor another gentle nudge and eased the plug the rest of the way into his ass.

  Oh shit, that was good. Grunting, he clamped down around the neck, the anchor doing its job, the kick of his hips bouncing the tip of the plug against his prostate gland. His breath left him in a hiss, and for a few seconds, all he could do was breathe and try to get himself back under control.

  “God, that looks like it feels good,” she murmured.

  He opened his eyes, her flushed cheeks and swollen lips tempting him. “It does.”

  When she continued to stare at him, he smiled, and for a moment, she looked mildly alarmed. Good. Perhaps it was her turn to recall the old adage about being careful what you wish for.

  He tipped her off her elbow and onto her back on the mattress. With a groan, he rolled to his knees between her spread legs and stared down at the bounty before him. Her thighs glistened, her labia flushed and swollen, legs parted to reveal all her secrets. Including the tight pucker of her ass, coated with her own juices.

  Not that he’d rely on those. He grabbed the lube and plug and put them within reach. His every movement sent a shocking reminder of his own stretched ass roaring up his spine. The spacey high of arousal rang like a bell in his skull.

  He tamped it back, forcing himself to focus. He had to get this right.

  Savannah stared up at him, her face flushed, her hands fisted in the sheets. She looked ready. And nervous. He remembered what a heady combination that could be.

  “It wasn’t until about a month later that David and I really started to try some of this stuff,” he said. “We’d frotted like dogs every chance we got, eventually getting to the real exploration with our mouths. Tongues.”

  Savannah bit her lip, her cheeks flushing pink. “Did you?”

  “Did I what?” He carefully cleaned his hand and applied fresh lube.

  “Did you suck his cock?”

  The question made him pause, his balls drawing up tighter. God, this was hotter than he’d ever have imagined. “Yes.”

  “Did you like it?”

  He looked at Savannah, emboldened by her unabashed arousal at his revelations. Her unequivocal acceptance. “Yes. I love it.”

  She smiled, almost shyly, if such a thing were possible at this point. “Me too.”

  Their gazes held and they had a moment of perfect communion. Never in his life did he think he’d bond with his girlfriend over that.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Savannah looked down her body at Garrick kneeling between her knees, his eyes laughing. They both liked to give head.

  Life was strange and wonderful sometimes.

  Maybe there was something wrong with her that she was so freaking turned on by the thought of Garrick with another man, but she didn’t care. For one crazy, decadent, uninhibited night, she wanted to indulge in any damn fantasy that felt good for her and her lover.

  Based on the steel pike waving at her from between Garrick’s legs since he’d shoved that ginormous plug in his ass, he was enjoying the hell out of their evening too.

  It was all good.

  She wasn’t even nervous about what was to come next. Well, that was what she was telling herself, even as her heart galloped in her chest. The expression on Garrick’s face as he’d pushed his plug home had been pure agony and ecstasy all rolled into one. She was both terrified and desperate to experience it herself.

  Garrick cleared his throat, dragging her attention away from his erection and the drop of pre-come she was dying to taste hovering there at the tip.

  “David was the one that broached the subject first,” he said, bringing them back to his story. His eyes dropped as she spread her legs wider.

  “We were in his bed one night, me on top, frotting against him, our cocks sliding between our bellies and against each other now that we’d introduced lube to the equation.” He smiled a little, flexing his broad shoulders. “Then his hands were on my ass, his fingers digging in and pulling the cheeks apart. I remember thinking, ‘Where’s his other hand?’ and then I felt his finger pressing against my hole.”

  As he said it, she felt it too. Only it was Garrick’s finger, also lubed up, pressing into her.

  She bucked against him, gasping at the dark thrill. Before when he’d touched her like this, she’d been in the throes of passion, on the brink of orgasm. This time was more real—entirely about the wealth of sensations rolling up through her body from her clenching ass.

  “He got one finger in me before I knew it and I stopped moving, trying to figure out what the fuck I thought of that.”

  She smiled slowly. He winked back.

  “That night he gave me a blow job I will never forget, his finger high in my ass, thumping my prostate. I came so damn hard, I lost all sense for a few minutes.”

  She made a mental note. She wanted to recreate that for him. Soon. Just as soon as he stopped tormenting her ass. His finger felt thick. Wonderful. Then he started to move, thrusting it in and out of her. She could do nothing but roll her hips in counterpoint, trying to force him higher. She needed more.

  “Before long, we were both working each other’s asses any chance we got.” His finger moved faster, twisting, the drag of his knuckles making her whimper. “First one finger, then two.”

  His second finger brushed along wildly sensitive skin and instinct made her clench.

  Garrick didn’t stop his gentle thrusts. His free hand came up and coaxed one of her legs up until her thigh almost touched her chest. She grabbed her knee, holding herself open when he let go.

  The angle of his thrusts changed, sending new zings across her body. She watched, fascinated by the play of muscles under his skin, by his broad shoulders and brute masculinity as he loomed above her. He was an athlete. A thickly built hockey player. With a big plug in his ass. And loving it.

  She had no idea why that was so fucking hot, but it was.

  He took her hand and drew her arm above her head. “Hold onto the headboard. Relax. I’ll tell you what’s happening. What to do.”

  She nodded and gripped the thick wood above her head. Her other hand held her leg bent tight to her body. He twisted his finger on each thrust and retreat, pressing up and down, pressing everywhere. Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed. Bliss.

  The second finger slid in, thrust deep then held still. She moaned, her eyes screwed shut, her back arched, and she rode out the stretch. For a single second the burn was pain before it melted into something dark and hot. Something she’d never felt before but couldn’t imagine living without.

  Garrick was patient with her while she tried to collect herself, her breathing hectic, her eyes fluttering open long enough to see how carefully he watched her face. She tried to smile but thought maybe she’d failed when his brows drew together. Shit, please don’t let him stop.

  She let out a deep breath and forced her muscles to go lax, only then noticing her spine was arched above the bed, her back tight in response to his wicked gift. She settled back down onto the mattress and wriggled against his hand, pleading for more.

  The
still silence that followed was torture. The slow drag of his fingers as he pulled them from her body then sank them back in was heaven.

  “David knew what he was doing. His hands were magic,” Garrick continued, his voice deeper. His thrusts were gentle, even and relentless. She couldn’t stop the sounds coming from deep in her chest.

  “We didn’t have any toys, didn’t even know what a butt plug was,” Garrick said with a laugh. “Hell, we were kids, working on mostly instinct and just barely enough information.” He paused when he pushed particularly high into her body, spreading his fingers apart. The stretch was intense, coaxing desperate sounds from the back of her throat.

  She floated there, not even aware if he was talking for a long time. Her body gave in to his encouragement, her muscles easing, opening to him. When he withdrew his fingers from her body, she was bereft.

  “No!” she gasped.

  “It took us a good two months to work up to it,” Garrick said. “But eventually, I was begging him to fuck me. God, I wanted to know what that was like so damn bad.”

  She imagined a young Garrick pleading with his lover to fuck him in the ass and her little hole fluttered in sympathy. The quivering edged into a clench when the lube bottle brushed her cheek and coolness flooded her ass.

  Something else new. She wondered if he would explain it. Then again, it seemed fairly self explanatory.

  “He wouldn’t do it until I could comfortably take three of his fingers,” Garrick said as a new pressure bloomed against the ring of muscles guarding her ass. It was the plug. It felt huge.

  Relax. Enjoy it.

  If asked even two weeks ago if she could, she’d have said no way.

  But it was easy.

  “I started fingering myself before I’d see him, desperate to convince him I was ready.”

  He thrust harder and she groaned, burying her face against her arm. She didn’t want him to stop. Not easing the plug into her or his story. The image of him fingering himself would be burned in her brain forever.

  “Finally he couldn’t hold back anymore.”

  Garrick pushed again, pumping the plug against her in gentle waves. The little shoves rocking her body on the bed soothed her. Her arm clamped on the headboard was a counter balance that allowed her to set the pressure. The pace.

  He wasn’t making progress nearly fast enough, to her mind, so she started pushing back.

  “He made me get on all fours. The first time, it’s better that way. The angle is better, especially if you’re not both sure of what you’re doing.”

  The image Garrick painted in her head made her pant—his ass tipped in the air, waiting for his lover.

  “And then he worked and worked, until I was sure I was ready, and then he still worked me some more.”

  Savannah thought she might lose her mind. When she was sure the plug was going to go all the way in, that it couldn’t possibly get any wider, it would stretch her tighter still and then Garrick would ease back.

  “I was begging him, pleading with him to fuck me, sure I would blow the minute his thick cock slid home. Finally he knelt behind me and I felt the press of his cock and the cold lube.”

  Savannah’s pussy clenched with need, her body aching with emptiness. Groaning, she used all the strength she had left and forced herself down on the plug. With a spine-arching zing, pain bloomed and the plug lodged farther into her, opening her. She hung there, her moan echoing in the room.

  She never wanted it to end. So close. So big. Her hips twitched against the sensations and the plug slipped all the way into her body, her muscles clamping down around the neck.

  For a long stunned moment she lay frozen, staring at the ceiling, the only sound her panting breaths.

  “How’s that feel?” Garrick asked in a low voice. His wide-eyed gaze was riveted to her ass.

  She let go of the headboard and her leg and sat up. Her eyes bulged and she squeaked, her weight bearing down on the plug lodged even more deeply into her body.

  “Easy, now.” Garrick wrapped his hands around her upper arms. She wasn’t sure if he was holding her still or holding her up.

  “Oh, wow.”

  He chuckled. “Good, oh wow?”

  “Uh yeah, oh wow. But I’m not sure I can move again. I feel so…full. It’s strange. Different.”

  “Good strange and different?”

  “Fucking amazing strange and different.”

  He grinned before leaning in to capture her lips with his own. The kiss was slow, making her already spinning head feel like it was going to roll right off her shoulders.

  He pulled back, kneeling before her, his knees wide, his ass not touching the bed.

  “How do you keep your shit together, feeling like this?”

  He groaned. “If you so much as breathed near my dick right now, I’d blow.”

  She laughed, stopping suddenly when her shaking body did fascinating and unspeakably erotic things with the plug jammed in ass.

  She looked up at him, breathless. “Please.”

  Savannah probably didn’t even knew what she was asking for, but Garrick had about a thousand ideas on how to give it to her.

  His thighs shook when he tried to move across the bed and he stopped, planting his hand on the mattress. Head bowed, he tried to pull himself together.

  Fuck, he was a mess. A big, happy, fucking mess.

  Forcing himself to crawl to the head of the bed, he shoved pillows against the headboard, turned and eased himself down onto his ass. He fisted his cock brutally and squelched the overwhelming need to bounce on that fucking plug until he came. When he finally had his weight on the mattress, the plug forced high inside him, he released his stranglehold on his junk and opened his eyes.

  Savannah’s eyes sparkled with amusement.

  “It’s really not funny,” he grumbled. Next time he’d let her fuck herself with the butt plug and then put one in him and see how she felt when it was over.

  God, just the idea had him grabbing his package again, giving his sac a sharp tug.

  She laughed. “Oh yes, it is. Look at us. When was the last time you had this much fun?”

  “Never,” he answered immediately.

  Her smile faded a little. “Me either.” She carefully got to her hands and knees and struggled toward him on shaky arms and legs. She stopped when her forehead was pressed to his. “Thank you.”

  “For what?” His eyes closed against the picture she made on all fours above him, her breath hot on his cheek.

  “For trusting me. For being someone I can trust.”

  He smiled, nodding against her. There were few people on earth he had told about David. About who he really was. No matter how it turned out with Savannah in the long run, he would always be grateful for this and that she was one of them.

  He pressed his lips to hers, pouring his emotion into the kiss, and hoped she understood.

  She responded in kind, and the slow slide of tongues quickly turned frantic. If her body felt half the chaos his was battling, they were running out of time. Hands unsteady, he ripped open another condom packet and sheathed himself.

  Wrapping a hand around her hip, he guided her over his legs to straddle him, their kiss never ending, not even easing up a little as she lowered herself and trapped his cock between them. Her pussy soaked his belly with her arousal.

  He really, really wanted to hurry.

  He fought that back. When she lifted herself away and wrapped her long, hot fingers around his cock, he grabbed her wrist.

  “Go slow. You’ll be tighter with the plug in.”

  She bit her lip, her brows drawn together, and nodded. Carefully, she lowered herself until his painfully sensitive head furrowed through her thick cream and lodged against the entrance to her body. With a whimper, she slid down the length of his shaft, taking him deep.

  Fuck. She was tight, tighter than ever. The plug narrowed her channel down to an exquisite wet fist.

  “Oh my god,” she gasped.

 
He wanted to pound up into her but held himself in check. She had to set the pace, but he’d be damned if he didn’t encourage her along.

  Gently, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clitoris as the fingers of his other hand tapped her plug, nudging it into her body and against his cock.

  “Oh shit!”

  “Garrick!”

  His bellow of surprise mingled with Savannah’s cry. Head thrown back, her face a mask of ecstasy, her pussy clamped down on his cock as her orgasm roared through her. He fought hard to hold back, his hands clenched on her hips so tightly he feared he’d leave bruises, though Savannah didn’t seem to know or care.

  With a gasp, she jerked upwards then plunged, taking his cock into her unbearably tight body with a grunt, her weight forcing him down on the mattress and slamming his plug against his prostate. Then she lifted, his cock running the length of her clenching channel. Her narrowed eyes homed in on his face, and she took him deep again.

  And again.

  His hands on her hips guided her, urging her down on his cock over and over as he slammed up into her and she bottomed out and shoved him down onto his plug.

  The tension in his balls was unbearable, the need for release painful, swelling, and huge, almost frightening in its intensity. He gasped her name, begging her for relief. Release.

  Her hands fisted in his hair, her forehead pressed to his as she rode him hard, granting no mercy. He pulled her cheeks apart and shoved at her butt plug in time with their thrusts. Three hard jolts. She screamed, her back bowing, and fell onto him. Stars exploded in his head as his cock shoved deep into her body, clenched in her tight channel as she came. The plug in his ass jammed against his prostate so hard his vision grayed out.

  His orgasm rolled up and over him, his voice hoarse as he cried out. Wave after wave boiled up and out of him. Their bodies rocked with the power of their release and forced the tip of his butt plug to rub over his prostate time and again, until he thought his climax might be endless, his sanity in question.

  Savannah went completely lax in his arms and he barely had the wherewithal to catch her. They rolled together and collapsed on the heap of pillows beside them.