“I don’t have a bed,” he said between kisses. “The room’s cleared out so I can start on flooring in that…” He kissed me again. “…part of the house.” His voice was breathless. “I have…” His eyes moved around the room, looking behind him as he searched. “…a table.” He kissed some more. “Fuck, you look beautiful.”
I was still wearing the fitted black dress I’d been in all evening. It skimmed my curves as it dropped to just above my knees, and I was wearing the same black heels with the ankle straps I’d had on the night before. Kane’s hands were inside my coat, running over my hips to my bottom, and as his lips met mine again, he squeezed my ass and groaned. He reached in the pocket of the coat again, pulling the anal plug out, and the moment his hand was free, he pushed the coat off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor behind me.
He pulled me toward the kitchen, tugging me along behind him, and when we entered, I looked around. The cupboards were in. They looked amazing, even though the countertops were missing. He caught me looking, and he smirked.
“Stay here.” He disappeared out of the room, and it was less than thirty seconds later when he reappeared with a small bottle in his hand.
“The cupboards look amazing,” I said nervously as I looked around. I was fidgeting, twisting my fingers together anxiously.
“You look amazing.” His eyes moved over me. “And those fucking shoes again.” He smirked. “Turn toward the table.”
I took a deep breath as I moved. The table was littered with supplies—paint rollers, paint pans, scrapers, paint cans, masking tape. When Kane stepped beside me he set the small bottle of lubricant on the table next to me as well as the plug, setting it on the flattened end. My legs trembled as his fingers toyed with the bottom hem of my dress, inching it slowly up my thighs. His body crowded mine, and his breath touched the back of my ear. The skirt was tight, and by the time he got it to my waist, it was bunched up constrictively around my midsection. Kane’s hands gripped my bottom for a moment before he slid my skimpy satiny underwear down, letting them drop around my ankles.
“Are you going to let me fuck you once this is in?”
I craned my head over my shoulder to look at him. “Yes. I think so.”
He smiled gently, and he leaned to my cheek, kissing me. “Bend over, close your eyes, and relax.”
That last part was almost laughable if my throat were actually loose enough to laugh. As it was, I could barely swallow. I rested my forearms to the dusty surface, covering my black dress with a skim of chalky grit. I closed my eyes, and I let my forehead fall to my hands that were clasped tightly together.
When I heard the cap of the lubricant pop open, I tensed, and when I felt his fingers pressing between my cheeks, I cried out quietly. He stroked over that place with his finger, pressing the tip in just slightly. And when the tip of his finger was replaced with the cold hard tip of the plug, I cried out even louder. It wasn’t pain, though. I was just wired and ready to snap.
He thrust, moving marginally deeper with every shallow penetration, and when the flange shaped plug widened to what had to be larger than his finger, I groaned. It ached, it stretched … it also felt cool and soothing. He pushed slowly, letting the diameter of it stretch me more, and for a moment I thought about chickening out, but then the widest part passed beyond my tightness, and it was comfortable again. I could feel a fullness, but the stretching was gone.
“Such a pretty sight. You have the most incredible ass. Even Shawn says so.”
I groaned as I craned my neck around to see him. “Please don’t say that name right now.”
He chuckled even as I watched him undo the button of his jeans and lower the zipper. His eyes were heady as they focused on my face, and when he pushed the waist of his underwear down just enough to free his cock, it was large and hard, standing erect from his body. He tucked the waist of his underwear under his balls. He then picked up a clean white rag from the table near me, wiping the rest of the glistening lubricant from his fingers, and then he stroked over the length of his cock as he smirked.
“Spread your legs a little farther.” He moved behind me, and I stepped my feet out as much as I could with my ankles still wound up in my underwear. When he crouched behind me, he gripped the fronts of my shins. And then I felt his tongue, his whiskers, his lips, his chin all pressing hard against the slit of my sex. He moaned as he slurped against my skin, and his hands on my shins started moving up.