She reached for his belt, but he shifted his hips out of her reach, sliding a second finger into her.
“Let me touch you,” she said.
“No. This is just for you.”
“Why?”
“Because the next time I come, I’m going to be deep in your pussy.” He added a third finger and she gasped at the intrusion.
“Do it now.”
He increased the pressure on her clit, loving the way she lifted her hips to meet his touch. He was so fucking hard it took all his restraint not to grind himself against her. But he meant what he’d said—this was just for her.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her pelvis shuddering as he moved his fingers faster.
“That’s all you have to do, love. Just let go and trust me.”
She caught his eye, a question posed there, but before she could ask it, she threw her head back and came, her hips rocketing up to grind against the hand working between her legs and his name on her lips. Callie was always beautiful, but when she came she was transcendent. He’d never seen anything so magnificent as Callie with her back bowed in pleasure, her pussy clamping down on his fingers with each wave of her orgasm. He almost came himself just from watching her.
When she stopped shaking, he withdrew his fingers and reached for the bag, producing a shiny silver plug with a jeweled end. He held it up for her, making sure she got a good look.
“Tell me again, Callie,” he commanded. He held his breath, waiting for her answer, watching as her eyes flicked between the toy in his hand and his face.
“I trust you.”
He lowered himself between her legs, lifting her feet over his shoulders and licked a long stripe from her opening to her clit. As his tongue flicked against that beautiful, swollen bud, he slid the plug into her pussy. He held it in place with two fingers, using a third to stroke the pleated rim of her asshole. Softly he circled her back entrance, his tongue moving faster now over her clit. She began muttering low curses, her body tightening beneath him, and just before she climaxed a second time, he slipped his finger inside that tight little hole. She gasped, as though her orgasm was a surprise, her clit pulsing on his tongue. She was still coming when he removed his finger and pressed the tapered tip of the plug to her back entrance.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her hand digging into his hair and holding his mouth against her as another stronger wave washed over her.
He continued tonguing her clit without reprieve as he slid the plug into her ass, slowly working the toy deeper until it was fully seated, the jeweled end peeking out between her cheeks. When her climax abated, he sat back on his heels, wiping her release from his chin and admiring his work, the way her pussy shuddered with the aftershocks, wetness dripping down over the shiny toy buried in her ass.
“Come on,” he said, his voice rough. “We don’t want to be late for dinner.”
She looked at him like he’d gone insane, a brief moment of panic in her eyes before understanding dawned and settled into something deeper, something like excitement and lust and even a touch of shame.
“You want me to go to dinner like this?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at him.
He retrieved her panties from where he’d dropped them and slid them back on her legs, pulling them up.
“That’s right. I want you to wear my plug while we make small talk and toast my sister’s marriage. I want you to feel it inside you every time you move, knowing I put it there. I want you desperate for my cock to stretch your pussy the same way my plug is stretching your ass. And I want you to trust me that before the night is over, I’m going to make it feel better.” He cupped her mound through her panties, his fingers pressing lightly on the end of the toy concealed beneath the cotton. “Unless this is too much,” he said, suddenly unsure. Was he pushing her too hard?
“It’s a lot.” She wiggled her hips as she adjusted to the toy. “But I like it.”
“Yeah?” he breathed, relief and arousal flooding him—as if he wasn’t already hard as a rock.
“Yeah.” She sat up and kissed him lightly. “Let’s go to dinner.”
∞∞∞
For once, Noah and Callie weren’t the last to arrive. Walking with the plug in her ass was a new experience, strange sensations moving through her with each step, an ever-present reminder of the secret beneath her clothing. She loved it, sharing this moment with Noah without even touching him. Each shift of the plug was like he was caressing her from across the room. Callie wasn’t a stranger to backdoor play, but she’d never worn a toy in public, never been asked to do so by a lover. She wondered if others could tell that she was so turned on she had soaked through her panties and the night had only just begun. And while she knew she should be appalled by the idea that anyone could tell, it just made her wetter.
“Alright?” Noah asked, his lips close to her ear.
She squeezed his hand. “Perfect.”
“Bridal party over here!” Liv called, gesturing for them to join her under the tent that had been erected on The Barclay’s lawn. “You okay, Cal? You’re flushed.”
