My body was still humming, aftershocks rippling through my thighs as I lay there, pinned beneath his weight. His cock softened inside me, and I felt every inch of him, a warm, heavy presence that made my pussy clench around him involuntarily. My mind was a haze of pleasure and disbelief—he'd touched me there, breached me in a way I'd never allowed anyone, and I'd wanted it. God, I'd wanted it so badly.

The thought surfaced before I could stop it: the plug. The dark leather case in the bedroom, the one with the vibrator and the plug. I'd chosen the vibrator, but now—now I couldn't stop thinking about the plug. About Brian filling me with it. About the stretch, the fullness, the way it would press against that spot he'd just discovered.

I didn't know how to ask. The words felt too raw, too vulnerable. What if he thought it was too much? What if he thought I was too much?

So instead of asking, I moved. I shifted beneath him, rolling us over until I was on top, his cock slipping out of me with a wet sound that made my cheeks flush. He looked up at me, his brown eyes dark and curious, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. "That's a look," he said, his voice rough. "What are you thinking?"

I didn't answer. I just slid down his body, my mouth trailing over his chest, his stomach, the coarse hair that led lower. His cock was soft, glistening with the evidence of what we'd just done, and I wrapped my hand around it, feeling it stir against my palm. I leaned down and took him in my mouth, tasting myself on his skin, the salt of him mixing with the musk of us.

He groaned, his hips lifting off the mattress, his hand coming to rest in my hair. "Tara," he breathed, and the sound of my name on his lips made me want him even more. I worked him slowly, my tongue tracing the length of him, my lips sliding down until I felt him hit the back of my throat. He was hardening now, filling my mouth, and I took him deeper, my fingers curling around the base of him.

"Fuck," he muttered, his hips moving in time with my mouth. "You're going to make me come again."

I pulled off him with a wet pop, my hand still stroking him, my lips slick with spit. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, and I felt the question rising in my throat. I opened my mouth, closed it, opened it again. "Brian," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "The plug. I want—" I stopped, my cheeks burning.

His eyes darkened, a knowing glint flickering in them. "You want the plug?"

I nodded, my hand tightening around his cock. "I want you to fill me with it. I want to feel it inside me while you—" I couldn't finish the sentence. I didn't have to.

He sat up, his hand cupping my jaw, his thumb tracing over my bottom lip. "You want me to fuck you with that plug in your ass, don't you?"

I shivered at his words, the filth of them making my pussy tingle. "Yes," I breathed. "Please."

I scrambled off the bed, my legs shaky, my body still buzzing with the remnants of my orgasm. I crossed the room to the leather case on the dresser, my fingers trembling as I unzipped it. The plug was there, sleek and dark, and I picked it up, feeling its weight in my palm. It was bigger than I'd expected, and my heart hammered in my chest as I walked back to the bed.

Brian was waiting for me, propped against the headboard, his cock hard and aching. He held out his hand, and I placed the plug in his palm, my fingers brushing against his calloused skin. "Lie down," he said, his voice low and commanding. "On your stomach."

I obeyed, my body moving before my mind could catch up. I stretched out on the tangled sheets, my cheek pressed against the pillow, my ass raised slightly in invitation. I heard him shift behind me, felt the bed dip as he moved between my legs. His hands spread my cheeks, and I felt the cool air against my slick, sensitive skin.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his thumb tracing over my entrance. "So ready for me."

I whimpered, pressing my face into the pillow. I felt his thumb circle my asshole, felt the slickness of his spit mixed with my own arousal. Then the tip of the plug, cool and smooth, pressed against me, and I gasped.

"Breathe," he said, his voice calm, steady. "Let me in."

I did. I breathed, and I felt him push, felt the plug stretch me, fill me, the pressure building until it was inside me, a solid, unyielding presence. I moaned, my fingers curling into the sheets. "Oh, fuck."

He didn't give me time to adjust. His hands gripped my hips, and I felt the head of his cock at my entrance, slick and hot. He pushed inside me in one slow, deliberate stroke, and I felt the plug shift inside me, pressing against my walls from the inside. "Oh, God," I gasped, the sensation overwhelming—him filling my pussy, the plug filling my ass, the pressure building between them.

"That's it," he groaned, his hips beginning to move. "Take all of me."

He fucked me slow and deep, each thrust pushing the plug against that spot inside me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. I was moaning, babbling, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he drove into me. "Brian," I cried. "Please, I'm gonna—"

"Come for me," he commanded, his hand sliding around to press against my clit. "Come on my cock, with that plug buried in your ass."

I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clenching around him, the plug pressing against me from inside as I came with a scream. He followed me, his hips slamming into me as he emptied himself inside me, his groan muffled against my shoulder.

We collapsed together, both of us trembling, the plug still buried inside me, his cock still twitching inside me. I felt him kiss my shoulder, his lips soft against my sweat-slicked skin. "You're incredible," he murmured. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

I couldn't answer. I could only lie there, pinned between him and the plug, feeling more full, more claimed, more his than I'd ever felt in my life. And I knew, with a certainty that made my heart race, that this was only the beginning of what he would take from me.

He pulled out of me with a wet, slow drag that made me whimper, the plug still buried deep in my ass, a solid reminder of how full I was. Before I could mourn the loss, his hands were on my hips, turning me over, guiding me onto my knees. He settled between my thighs, and I felt his breath, hot and hungry, against my slick skin.

"You taste like heaven," he murmured, and then his mouth was on me. His tongue swept through my folds, lapping up the mess we'd made, the salt of him and me and the cum still leaking from deep inside of me. I gasped, my hips bucking against his face, and he groaned against me, the vibration sending a jolt straight through my core.

His fingers found the base of the plug, and he began to turn it, slowly, deliberately, rolling it against my inner walls. At the same time, his tongue found my clit, circling it with a precision that made my vision blur. "Oh, God," I breathed, my hands fisting in the sheets. "Brian—"

He didn't answer with words. He just pressed his face deeper, his nose brushing against me as he licked, sucked, devoured. I felt the vibrator before I saw it—the sudden, low hum of it against my thigh, and then the cool, smooth head of it pressing at my entrance.

"I want to feel you come around this," he said, his voice rough against my skin. "I want to feel you squeeze it while I eat you out."

He pushed it in, slow, inch by inch, and I felt myself stretch around it, the plug in my ass pressing against it from the other side, the two of them filling me so completely I couldn't breathe. He pushed it deeper, until it was buried inside me, and then he set it to a low, throbbing pulse that made my whole body hum.

"There," he said, and his mouth returned to my clit, his tongue flicking over it in time with the vibrator's rhythm. His fingers never stopped working the plug, rolling it, twisting it, pressing it against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

I was already close, the pressure building in my belly like a coil about to snap. "Brian," I gasped, my voice breaking. "I'm gonna—"

"Not yet," he said, pulling his mouth away. I cried out at the loss, but he just laughed, a low, dark sound, and dragged his tongue down my inner thigh, tasting the juices that had run down my skin. "I want to taste every drop of you first."

He licked his way back up, slow, torturous, his tongue tracing a wet path from my knee to my hip, then dipping back into my folds, lapping at the slickness that coated me. The vibrator pulsed inside me, relentless, and the plug pressed against my walls, and I was trembling, teetering on the edge of something huge.

He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked, hard, and I shattered. My orgasm crashed through me, my back arching off the bed, a scream tearing from my throat. My pussy clenched around the vibrator, and I felt the plug shift inside me, and he kept licking, kept sucking, drawing it out until I was sobbing, shaking, begging him to stop.

He didn't stop. He pulled the vibrator out just enough to push it back in, a different angle, and I felt it hit that spot inside me, the one he'd found with the plug. I came again, a second wave crashing over me before the first had even receded, and he moaned against my skin, drinking me down.

"That's it," he said, his voice thick with praise. "Give me more."

I couldn't. I didn't have anything left. But he turned the vibrator up, and his fingers worked the plug faster, and his tongue was a relentless, wicked thing against my clit, and my body betrayed me, a third orgasm ripping through me, my thighs clamping around his head.

He pulled away just enough to look at me, his chin slick with my arousal, his brown eyes dark and wild. "You're not done," he said. It wasn't a question.

He rose up, positioning himself over me, his cock hard and leaking, and I felt the head of it press against the vibrator still buried inside me. He pushed, and I felt myself stretch around both of them, the plug in my ass, the vibrator in my pussy, and him—God, him, filling me beyond anything I'd ever known.

"Fuck," I gasped, my nails raking down his back. "Yes, yes, yes—"

He fucked me like that, slow and deep, each thrust driving the vibrator against my walls, the plug shifting inside me, the three of us moving together in a rhythm that was pure, devastating pleasure. My fourth orgasm built and crested, and I came with his name on my lips, my whole body clenching so hard around him I felt him shudder.

He pulled out, and I felt the vibrator slip free, wet and buzzing, and he tossed it aside. He grabbed my hips, flipped me onto my back, and pushed back inside me, the plug still deep in my ass. "One more," he growled, his hand sliding around to press on my clit. "Give me one more, Tara."

I came again, my body convulsing beneath him, my vision going white. He followed me, his hips slamming into me as he emptied himself inside me, his groan a raw, animal sound against my ear. And when we collapsed, tangled and trembling, the plug still inside me, his cum leaking down my thighs, both of us on the brink of exhaustion.