Page 45 of Mr. Perfect

“Yes,” she pants. “Yes.” But this time it’s a moan.

“Are you going to come, Ellie?”

“Yes,” she says, but she’s bucking her back and trying to twist away from the friction, like it’s too much to take. Like she needs relief.

She needs relief all right. But it’s not from my touch. She needs to come.

I withdraw my hand and she gasps. “What are you doing? I’m so close, Mac. I’m so close!”

I back away and she looks over her shoulder at me, like she’s going to chase me down and jump on my dick. “Be still,” I say. “I want something out of this too.”

“What?” she moans.

“I can’t fuck your pussy until we have more dates. But you never said anything about your ass.”

“No way,” she says in a loud voice. “Nope. I’ve never done that, Mac. And I never will.”

“You will beg for it right now or I’ll leave you hanging.”

She throws me a glare. “I’ll go to the bathroom and get myself off. I’m not doing that.”

“Why?” I ask, picking up a pad of butter from the breakfast cart.

Her eyes get wide as she watches. “What are you doing?”

I place the little golden packet between my palms and rub it until it gets warm and soft. “I’m going to use this as lube. Unless you’ve got some stashed in your desk. I know you don’t, because I bought the desk yesterday. I can’t fuck your ass unless we have lube.”

“You can’t fuck my ass period.”

I smile and nod. “I can always spit on it.” She shoots me a horrified look and I almost laugh. “Lie back down. You won’t get too dirty.”

“No!” she yells. “I’m not doing any of that!”

“Ellie, be calm. Just relax. You can say no any time you want. But let me show you how good it feels first. Then if you’re still not sure, I’ll back off and lick your clit until you come.”

She makes a weird face. Like she’s having some kind of internal battle.

“You don’t want to say no, Ellie. You really don’t want to miss this, I promise. When my dick is inside your ass and my hand reaches around to play with your clit, you will come so hard, my dick will ache because you’re clenching it so tight.”

She shakes her head no.

“Yes,” I say forcefully. “Just let me try and you can stop me if you hate it.” I move forward and push her down, pressing her against the desk. He legs are off the desk now, her feet on the floor again, but that’s OK. That’s just where I need them.

“Mac—”

“Shhh,” I say. “Just let me play with you for a moment. Then tell me no.” I reach between her legs and she’s so fucking wet. I pump her pussy a few times, collecting her juices on my fingers, then drag it up to her asshole. I almost don’t need the lube, but I’ve already got her thinking about the butter and I kinda like that. It’s dirty. It’s fun. And she will never look at a pad of butter the same again.

“Are you laughing?” she asks.

“Quiet,” I say, tucking my smile away as I position my cock right between her legs. It pokes her pussy and she clenches her teeth together. I know she would not tell me no if I wanted to fuck her pussy instead. She’s so damn ready. But hey, rules are rules, right?

I open the little foil packet and smear it over her asshole.

She lets out a soft sigh of air. So I do it again, pressing a little harder so it leaves a slick trail.

Then I press my finger up against her pucker and push, just a teeny, tiny bit.

“Oh, fuck.”