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"Bella, are you sure about this?"
I pull the lime from my teeth and try to smile. Between the aftertaste of the tequila and the sourness of the lime I'm sure it looks more like a grimace. "Absolutely." I nod.
"If you're so sure, why do you need to be drunk?" Alice asks, pouring us another shot.
I look around the room and lower my voice, even though we're in my living room and I live alone. "I heard it hurts less if you're relaxed."
"And being drunk is going to relax you?"
"Do I look like I'm feeling any pain?" My smile is bright, and I can feel my fingers starting to tingle so I know the tequila is kicking in.
"Are you worried he's going to hurt you? He's done this before, right?"
I screw my face up in distaste. I don't like being reminded of Edward's ex girlfriend Rose. Apparently, she gives the term freak in the bed a whole new meaning. Luckily she wasn't a lady in the streets since she was caught fucking some guy in a back alley and ended up getting busted by the cops. Needless to say, Edward wasn't interested in posting her bail.
He was, however, interested in drunken rebound sex. I was happy to oblige. Little did I realize he would ruin me for all other men. Good thing it was the same for him. So here I sit eight months later, preparing to give him the one thing he really wants for his birthday: my ass. Literally.
"Yes, he's done it before." I sniff and try to sound indignant, but my tongue feels thick, and I'm fairly certain my words are a little slurred. I eye the glass in front of me, weighing the pros and cons of another shot. On the one hand, it will push me a little further into the right frame of mind. On the other, well, I could pass out before he even shows up. Which would leave me hungover and Edward presentless.
I shift and try to ignore the way my stomach muscles tighten and my walls contract. Apparently, I'm not as successful at hiding my reaction as I hoped.
"What's with the face?"
Her eyes narrow and I know I'm busted. Shit.
"You look...," She waves her hand in the air before her eyes go wide. "You look turned on!"
My mouth falls open. "How do you know what I look like when I'm turned on?"
"Because every time I'd walk into our dorm room and you were reading those trashy romance novels your face looked just like it does now. So spill."
I inspect my nails as I answer. Eye contact is definitely not necessary for this confession. "I have a butt plug in." I shrug nonchalantly and keep my face blank as she gasps.
"Bella, why in the hell do you have in a butt plug? And why do I feel like I'm sitting in the room with you while you masturbate. Oh, my God. I need another shot."
"Have you seen the size of his dick?" My eyes are wide as my hands gesture wildly in the air. "It's huge! I need all the help I can get." I snatch the glass in front of me off the table and slam the golden liquid. "Also," I point at her, "I am not masturbating. I will concede, there may be more than what is deemed an appropriate amount of moisture gathering when I move, but that's nothing for you to be concerned about."
Alice jumps to her feet and throws her hand over her eyes. Like covering her eyes can make her unhear my confession. I hate to burst her bubble, but that trick doesn't work. I know these things. "Oh, Bella. I wish you the best of luck. But when you start talking about being wet from a butt plug, it's time for me to go."
I shrug and mumble my reply. "Tequila's fault."
She hums and grabs her purse. "Tell Edward happy birthday for me." She smiles suddenly, and her glassy eyes fill with mirth. "I hope he gets all that he ass for."
I giggle, because really, what else can you do at such a lame ass joke? Ass joke. My joke is funnier. "Badda dum dum ding." I totally rock my air drums.
Once she leaves I look around my apartment. Everything appears to be in order. The cake I bought yesterday sits on my tiny kitchen table. A quick sniff tells me I haven't burnt the shepherd's pie in the oven while getting shit faced with Alice.
I stand from the couch, the room wobbling a little before coming into focus. I move into the kitchen and peek at the timer. Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes, which is just enough time for me to hop into the shower and shave my legs. Hopefully a shower will help undo some of the damage of the tequila.
Twisting the knobs of the shower, I let the water heat as I debate my current situation. By situation, of course, I mean the plug currently in my butt. As much as I've tried to prepare myself, I'm ridiculously nervous. I remind myself it's just Edward, and we love each other. He would never do anything to intentionally hurt me. I know this. Still, the thought of him taking me there is more than a little terrifying. A few more seconds pass before I roll my eyes and remove the plug. I step into the shower and prepare to give myself an extra good scrub. A girl can never be too clean, after all.
Fifteen minutes later I'm showered, shaved, and not even a little bit less drunk. If anything the heat from the shower has made it worse. I resign myself to make the most of it, pull on a pair of panties and turn on on the stereo. I don't bother to pretend I'm going to change the station when the annoyingly catchy beat of "Call Me, Maybe" fills the air.
Dancing in my underwear, my drunken mood lightens as I smear lotion all over my body. I check the bedside drawer to ensure there are condoms and lube inside before remembering I forgot to put the plug back in. Humming, I clean it off and put it back in place. I'm pleasantly surprised when it doesn't hurt nearly as much as it did the first time. I don't know if it's because it stretched me, or because I'm drunk. Either way is fine by me.
"Happy birthday to me," Edward chuckles.
I spin around, my hands flying to my ass. I'm not exactly sure what I expect to happen, it's not like it's going to fly out from any sudden movements, but still, the instinct to protect is there.
"What are you doing here?" I drop my hands to my sides and take a moment to stare. His white t shirt is dirty and the sleeve is torn. Not that I'm complaining since it shows off his new shoulder tattoo. I bet he smells like man, too.
His brows furrow in a way that makes me want to lick his fuck hot face. But I don't. "You told me to be here at six, remember?"
My eyes go wide. "It's six? Shit! I need to grab dinner." I move to fly past him, but he wraps his arm around my waist before I can pass through the doorway.
"If you mean whatever you had in the oven, I've already pulled it out. And, are you―" He sniffs. "Are you drunk?"
I smile. "I'm also half naked," I point out, hoping to take his focus off the fact it's only six and I'm already drunk.
He eyes my chest and hums. "Yes. I see." His arm slides up my waist and his thumb brushes over my nipple. "Aren't you going to wish me happy birthday?" he whispers, pressing his lips to my neck.
I sigh and turn in his arms until I'm facing him. "Happy birthday." I kiss his lips and pull in a deep breath. I was right, he does smell like man.
"So you made me dinner?" I nod. "And you got me a cake?" I nod again, my smile growing wider. "I didn't see a present." His voice is pouty, but his smirk is anything but.
I step away from him and hold my arms out wide. "Surprise."
He does that face scrunch thing again and licks his lips. "What?"
"Surprise," I repeat, like saying it again will give him any idea what I'm hinting at.
"I don't understand." He looks at me, exasperation clear on his face. But still, I can tell he's intrigued. If nothing else, the fact I'm still only wearing panties is keeping his temperament mellow.
"You get to have me. For your birthday." I curtsy and smile at his confusion. I know I'm being vague, that I should just say what I'm hinting. But I'm fucking nervous.
"Baby," he chuckles and steps forward. "Not that I'm complaining, but I had you last night, and the night before. I also plan on having you tomorrow, preferably in the shower, or bent over the couch. But I'm not picky, I'll fuck you whenever you want."
I smile and bounce on my toes. It makes me a little dizzy, but it also makes my tits jiggle and it's enough to distract him. For some reason, it seems easier to tell him I'm going to let him fuck me in the ass when he's being a pervert and staring at my goods. "Not when," I correct. "Where."
"Where what?" He's not even looking at me, his eyes are still locked on my tits.
Go big or go home. That's the saying, right? Well, he's big, I might as well let him know he's going to be sliding into home tonight, through the back door. I turn to the side and jut out my hip so he has a nice side view of my ass. "Here," I say, slapping my hand against my ass for emphasis.
He stares at me for a second before his eyes go wide and his smile becomes downright scandalous. "There?" He cocks his brow and dips his chin so I know he's looking exactly where my hand is.
"There," I confirm. My stomach does the flip thing suddenly, and not in the good way. I feel sick. Like I'm going to vomit. No that's not right, it's not like anything, that's exactly what it is. I'm going to vomit. Fuck. "Move," I groan and push past him.
I fall to my knees in front of the toilet and brace my hands on either side. My stomach heaves and I kind of want to die right where I am.
"No. No, Bella," Edward whines from behind me. "You can't offer to do shit like that then get sick. That's fucking wrong."
"Shut up and get out before I puke on your shoes." Hot tears sting my eyes, and I want to punch his pretty face.
I hear him shuffle behind me, and I think he's leaving until I feel his hands in my hair. "Here," he murmurs as he twists my hair up and secures it with a clip. He moves to the sink and turns on the water before he's back at my side and pressing a cool washcloth to my forehead. "Hold this. I'm going to grab you some water."
The moment he's out the door I'm vomiting. It's wretched. It burns, both from bile and embarrassment. He gives me space while I unload the contents of my stomach and doesn't return until I flush the toilet.
He sets the glass of water on the counter and slides his hands under my arms to help me stand. I grab the shirt I'd left lying on the counter and slip it over my head. "I'm sorry," I croak, my throat raw.
He doesn't say anything. Instead he pushes the glass of water to me and drops two aspirins in my palm. I down the water and grab my toothbrush. I need to get this shitty taste out of my mouth pronto. No way can I be a good groveler with vomit breath.
His eyes are on me as I brush, and it's unnerving. When I finally spit and rinse out my mouth, he speaks. "Why did you get drunk?"
I shrug and tug at the hem of my shirt. "I was trying to relax."
He grabs my hands and pulls me into the bedroom, his eyes soft as he stares at me. It only makes me feel shittier. "You know I'd never hurt you, right?"
I blink through my drunk tears and nod. I'm an asshole.
"Here, lie down for a few minutes, then we'll eat, okay?"
I'm reluctant at first. I need to fix this mess, but I'm still a little drunk and nothing I say is going to make a bit of sense anyway. When I open my eyes again, the room is pitch black and Edward is sleeping soundly beside me.
"Shit." I crawl out of bed, tiptoe into the bathroom, and close the door behind me. I wince when I flip on the light, both from the sensitivity of my eyes and the hot mess reflected back at me. My hair is everywhere and my day old mascara is smudged under my eyes. I wash my face, brush my hair and teeth, and ease back into the bedroom.
Edward's on his stomach, one arm hanging off the bed, the other curled around his pillow. I glance at the clock and realize it's only 11:15. I smile and strip off my shirt as crawl into bed beside him. I press my lips over his newly inked shoulder and rub my hand over his back.
He stirs but doesn't wake, so I kiss him again, this time on his neck. He makes a sleepy sound and uncurls his arm from around the pillow. He reaches for me blindly, but I scoot away before he can put me in a headlock and will me back to sleep.
"What are you doin'?"
I lean forward and tickle my fingers up his side. "'I'm trying to wake you up."
"Yeah," he groans and peeks an eye open. "I can see that. You wanna tell me why?"
I flick my eyes to the clock and scoot closer on my knees. He lifts his hand and rubs it up and down my thigh as his eyes adjust to the dark. "Well, it's still your birthday."
He lifts his chin and looks at the clock before he settles his gaze back on me. "Yeah. So?"
"So," I whisper and run my fingers through his hair. "I kinda fucked up your birthday. But―but I still want to give you your birthday present."
His hand stills on my leg for a moment before he rolls to his side and props his head up with his hand. When he speaks his voice is still thick with sleep, but there is something else there, too. Something rougher. "You do?"
"Yeah, I really do."
Sitting up, he leans against the headboard and flips on the bedside lamp before dragging me over until I'm straddling his lap. He runs his hands down my arms and over my thighs before winding them around my back and pulling me on top of his already growing erection. "You know you don't have to do this for me. I don't want you to feel pressured. And this isn't something you need to make a rash decision about."
I shake my head and smooth my hands over his chest. "The only rash decision I've made about any of this was doing tequila shots with Alice before you showed up. I want to do this with you. I promise."
He leans forward and breathes against my mouth for a second before sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging. I grind down on him and twist my fingers into his hair.
"Baby," he moans. He grips my hips and holds me while he flexes his into me. God, he feels so fucking good. I want him everywhere. "We need to prepare, I don't―I don't have any lube. And there's other―"
He stops speaking when I shove my tongue in his mouth and pull his hair. He has no idea how ready I am for this. Until this very moment, neither did I. When I break away we're both panting. My clit throbs, and slick moisture is already gathering. "I have everything. Lube, condoms, I've taken care of everything. I want to do this with you. I want to give you this."
"But, you need―it could." His chest is rising and falling rapidly now, and his eyes are heavy. I can tell he's still hesitant, and I know it's because of my drunken antics earlier.
Fortunately, I know exactly what to say to erase his lingering feeling of doubt. I lean forward and press my teeth into his ear lobe. "I'm wearing a butt plug. I've been wearing it on and off for a couple of days. I want you to fuck my ass." My voice is low and breathy even though my heart is racing inside my chest.
He inhales sharply, and I know I'm going to have bruises on my hips from his death grip. "You're―you mean you're wearing one now?"
I pull back until we're eye-to-eye, and I can't even speak when I see the look on his face. He looks wild and more turned on than I've ever seen him. My muscles tighten as I nod and I'm beginning to think lube won't be necessary at all.
"Fuck." He slides his hands to my ass and squeezes. "This whole time, since I've been here, you've had in a butt plug?"
"Oh, fuck. Do you have any idea how fucking hot that is?" He flips us over and pins me under him. Wrapping his fingers around my wrists, he lifts them over my head and pushes my hands between the slats of the headboard. "I want you to hang on to these, okay?" I nod.
His smile is slow and easy as he works his way down my body. "I'm going to fuck you with my tongue first." He curls his fingers into the sides of my panties and peels them down my legs. "Then I'm going to fuck you with my cock until you come again."
He spreads my legs and leans back. I should feel self conscious that he has me spread out like he does, but the look in his eyes when he lifts his gaze to mine only makes me want him to look even more. "And then I'm going to take this out―" He pushes his palm against the flat, jeweled end of the plug. "―and fuck you here."
My mouth falls open, and my hips lift without permission when his lips touch my thigh. I want to fist his hair and push his face against me, but I'm so turned on I'm not sure I can move. By the time his tongue circles the outside of my clit, my legs are already shaking.
He moves his tongue in slow circles before flattening it over me and dragging it up the center. My stomach muscles burn and my entire body is throbbing when he pushes two fingers inside of me.
"Oh, God," I chant. My body is tingling all over, and I feel like I'm going to explode into a million pieces. He pushes his tongue against me with a little more force this time. His movements are tighter and faster.
He's driving me insane.
He twists his hand and pushes his pinky against the plug. I lift my hips and try to squirm away. It doesn't hurt, in fact it's the opposite: I don't think I can take any more. He chuckles against me as he lifts his free arm and drapes it over my stomach. The weight pins me to the bed and effectively stops my pathetic attempt at escape.
"Where do you think you're going?" he teases, then pulls my clit between his teeth.
"Edward, baby, please," I whine and push against his hand. I moan when he pushes the plug again.
"You like that don't you?"
"You're only making this harder on yourself," I pant and push against him again. "The longer you make me wait, the longer you wait."
"Well, when you put it that way." He doesn't say anything else before he drops his face back to my pussy and works his tongue until I'm tensing, jerking, and both cursing and thanking the heavens for his gifted tongue.
He slips his fingers out of me and sucks them into his mouth, his eyes wicked and full of promise. My legs fall open, and my grip slackens on the slats. I'm a big sated mess of Jell-o, but the realization he's nowhere near done with me causes my calming heart to pick up speed again.
"That's one," I exhale, a satisfied smile on my face.
"You ready for number two?" He pushes his boxers to the floor and crawls over me. His dick is hard, thick, and leaking from the tip. I reach out and stroke him once. Air hisses between his teeth when I sweep my thumb over the tip.
He leans back and taps my thigh. "Flip over. I'm not gonna make you wait this time."
I flip over and drop down on my elbows. My knees are spread wide and I know he's fighting not to blow his load the moment I hear him groan.
"Fuck, Bella. I can't―do you have any―" He's mumbling and bordering on incoherent. His hands spread over my ass, and his fingers flex into my flesh. He pulls one hand away, and seconds later, he rubs the tip of his dick over my slit. He rubs it over my clit. My whole body jerks and my back arches.
"Pull my hair," I beg, craning my neck. The first time he wound his hand in my hair and pulled my head back, I almost came on the spot.
"Damn it, baby." He fists my hair and yanks it as he slams his dick all the way inside me.
"Oh, God," I groan. My fingers clutch the sheets and my knees slide on the bed as he slams into me again. "Yes, fuck me hard. Harder."
His strokes are smooth and steady as his grip tightens in my hair. I'm a moaning, quivering mess when I suddenly feel a different kind of pressure. I gasp and my eyes fly open when I feel him pull the plug out and push it back in. My lips part, but no sound comes out. I can't speak, I can't move, all I can do is feel. I feel everything.
He's breathing hard, and his rhythm falters when a moan finally slips past my lips. He removes the plug, and I miss the feeling instantly. He pulls out of me and runs his thumb between my swollen lips before dipping it inside my pussy. "You're so fucking wet. Fuck, I've never seen you like this." His voice is thick and strained. I can't even comprehend what's happening before he's fucking me again, and his thumb is pushing inside where the plug had been. The feeling is completely different and so fucking good.
"Make me come. I need to come." My walls were already tightening around his dick, and the throb of my clit feels like it's roaring in my ears.
"C'mere." He slides his hand away from my ass and releases my hair. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls until my back is pressed against his chest. "I love you," he whispers, his teeth scraping over my neck as he palms my tit.
"I love you, too." I moan when he pinches my nipple and whimper when he lowers his other hand and rolls my clit between his fingers. It's too much: his hands, his mouth, his dick. The knowledge that we're not done and the anticipation of what's next has me jerking and crying out as I come all over his cock.
He holds me in a vice grip as his body stills behind me. "Fuck, don't move. I need a second."
I try to lock my jellied muscles into place and give him a chance to control himself. I know he doesn't want to come yet. I don't want him to come yet. I don't want that to happen until he's where we both want him. His breathing slows and his grip loosens as he slips out of me again.
I drop my arms to my sides and just breathe. Sex with Edward has always been amazing, but he has thoroughly fucked me tonight and everything is beautiful. Pulling in a deep breath, I reach for the drawer and pull out the condoms and lube. When I shift back in front of him, I toss both items on the bed and smirk at him over my shoulder. "I bought lube, but I think as much as you've made me come, it won't even be necessary."
"You're trying to kill me. I know you are." He twists my face to him and kisses me slow and soft. His touch is gentle as he caresses my side, and it makes my chest tighten. I love this man more than I've ever loved anyone in my life, and I want to be his everything, forever.
"No way. You're not getting rid of me that easy. I'm not letting you go."
"It's a good thing I don't plan on going anywhere then."
"Yeah?" I smile.
"Yeah. Not ever."
My throat constricts from the way he's looking at me, and I see everything he's not saying out loud. I hope he sees the same reflected back in my eyes.
"You'll tell me to stop if it hurts, right?"
"Of course," I promise.
He tears the wrapper off the condom and rolls it on his dick. I watch with rapt attention as he strokes himself, then pops the lid off the lube. He kisses my shoulder, then pushes me toward the bed. "Drop back to your elbows. I want you spread wide when I push my dick in your ass."
I whimper and prop my head on my fisted hands. I jump when he slides his thumb between my cheeks and spreads the cool lube. The head of his dick presses against me, and the pressure is nothing like the plug or his thumb. But it's a good pressure. It's a fucking spectacular pressure, until the head pushes all the way inside.
I tense and try to pull away, but his hands on my hips hold me still. "Relax, baby. I'll go slow." I nod and relax my muscles.
He leans forward and braces himself on one arm behind me while his other hand moves to my pussy. He spreads me open and circles his middle finger around my clit. I moan and relax further into him. "That's it, baby. Trust me."
He pushes a finger inside of me, and his hips move forward a bit. The head of his dick is completely inside of me now, and the way he's stretching me burns. He pulls back and pushes forward again, this time deeper. It hurts, and I want to ask him to stop, but instead I breathe through my nose and focus on his fingers teasing my clit.
"You okay?" His voice is strained and low, and I know the pace is killing him.
"Yeah. I'm okay."
"I'm going to push in deeper. Tell me to stop if it's too much." He kisses between my shoulder blades and swirls his tongue over my skin. It causes my eyes fall shut and a sigh to leave my lips. Inch by inch he moves forward until his hips are flush, and I feel fuller than I ever have.
It still burns, but the longer he holds still and fucks me with his fingers, the more I want him to move. I shift and push against him, causing both of us to gasp.
"Can I move?"
"God, yes. Please."
"Thank fuck," he exhales. He pushes until he's kneeling behind me again and grips my hips. "I want to watch my dick move in and out of you."
He pulls almost all the way out then pushes back in. My teeth grit to keep from tensing, but the feeling is quickly giving way, and I want more. I push against him when he's fully inside and relax further.
"Oh, fuck. Yeah, baby, that's it." He keeps one hand on my hip and moves the other back to my clit. "I'm not going to last. It's too fucking tight. You feel so good. Can you come again? I understand if you can't, but I―you're so tight," he groans again. He starts fucking me faster, his dick filling me in a way that makes the room spin and my mouth dry. There's pain, but it's like no other pain I've ever felt, and I can't get enough.
"Move your hand. Let me do it. Grab my hips and fuck me like you want. Fuck me hard."
His hands shake as he grips my hips. I keep myself propped on one arm and reach between my legs. I'm so close, my pussy is swollen, and my clit is firm and aching. I close my eyes as he slams into me and slide my come slickened fingers in circles over my clit. I feel the muscles in my stomach winding tighter, and it causes me to tighten the walls surrounding Edward's dick.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Bella―"
I'm coming before he finishes my name, and then I feel him pulsing inside of me as his body spasms with each wave of his orgasm. I collapse on the bed and he falls with me. We're sweating, panting, and I'm on the verge of falling into an orgasam coma. I blink at the clock and smile. It's one minute until midnight. It's still his birthday.
"Happy birthday, baby."
He lifts his head from my back and chuckles before moving off me to discard the condom. Crawling back into bed he pulls me against his chest, kisses the top of my head, and sighs. "Best fucking birthday ever."
I'm sure you're wondering WTF this is. Well, in a nutshell, it's buttsecks. Why did I write it? Well other than the buttsecks, I wrote it because Ooza and I are hosting a contest. It's called the Let's Do Anal Anon Contest and it's basically where one or both participants experience anal for the first time.
Lots of people requested (the dirty h00rs) that one of the judges write an inspiration piece. Welp, here you go. This is my first time writing buttsecks. Now none of you have any excuses. WE WANT YOUR WORDS! ALL YOUR DIRTY WORDS! More info can be found at letsdoanalcont and letsdoanal dot blogspot dot com.
Thanks to Ooza for beta'ing and Joo and Kel for prereading.
Hope you enjoyed it!