“Because your cock is huge,” I fire right back as our eyes lock and his lips twitch.

“Fair enough.” He shakes his head and laughs.

“Really?” Because for a second I’m disappointed, which is insane I know, but he’s right. He does always make me feel good, and if I’m ever gonna try anal, it should definitely be with him.

“No.”

“No?” I stand.

“Get on all fours, my love.” His voice doesn’t remind me of a candy bar anymore. I look at him. His eyes are intense, like the bluest sky. He’s dead serious about this, and my gut says I need to get on the bed.

“Fine, but only because I’m actually curious,” I snip, climbing on all fours.

“Fuck, I want to take my belt to your ass for making me wait, and for your sassy mouth,” he growls. “Lean forward.”

I obey, resting my head on my crossed arms. He places a knee on the bed, and the bottle of lube drops on the mattress next to the pillows with a thud.

“Breathe, Raven,” he demands.

When I take a breath, I feel the tip of the plug circle my rosette hole. Gently, he dips it in and out.

“Rub your clit, baby.”

I take another breath and turn my head, rubbing my embarrassingly slick clit. Why am I so turned on? I mean, this is probably gonna hurt, yet I can’t stop the moan from escaping.

“Yeah, you’re gonna love my cock in this ass. In and out, I’ll fuck it while my fingers make you come.”

“Oh my God.” Is all I can say.

Slowly he pushes the plug in and out of my small hole, and it feels so good.

“Harder. Rub, Raven,” he demands, and I do, feeling myself start to pulse.

“Can I come?” My voice sounds far away as I feel it go in fully. Then I’m gone, spiraling into a million pieces as both holes seem to contract, even though only one is still full. I turn to my side and try to catch my breath.

Jett is texting on his phone. If there wasn’t a huge bulge in his slacks, I’d be insulted.

“I have to go. Don’t touch yourself or remove it unless I say so.” He looks up and pockets his phone, his eyes caressing my face, then traveling down my body.

“Stand up,” he commands.

I slowly move off the bed and into his arms, thinking it might hurt, but it doesn’t. It’s just full and different. Jett leans down and his lips take mine. It’s almost loving, tender, and for a second I’m terrified.