Kinky Claus by Jodi Redford

get up the nerve to use a stinkin’ plug.”
    “I wasn’t suggesting anything.” He hauled himself up and sat next to her. “I want to know what turns you on, and also what doesn’t. I thought maybe we could experiment a little to see what works for you.”
    She blinked at him. “You’d do that? For me?”
    He chuckled. “You make it sound like I’m a saint.” He sure as shit wasn’t that. Especially considering the sinful things he intended to do with that plug if she let him. “Plus you wouldn’t exactly be the only one benefiting from this experiment.”
    “Hm. You have a point there.” She eyed him for a long moment. “If I don’t like anything, you’ll stop?”
    “You have my sworn promise.” He grazed his fingertips across her inner thigh. “But I’ll do everything in my power to ensure you’ll love it.”
    “Fair enough.”
    He tempered the urge to pump his fist in victory. Twisting to the side, he tugged the upper drawer open and fetched the plug and the nearly full bottle of lube. Well, that confirmed that she hadn’t exaggerated about her reluctance to use the device. Judging from the information she’d given him, her fear stemmed more from the perceived threat of pain and discomfort than anything else. The best way around that problem was to get her head out of the equation, and distract her with other wicked delights.
    After tucking the plug and lubricant out of sight underneath a pillow, he snatched one of the condom packets and stretched out on his back. He made a sexy show of ripping the foil open with his teeth and handed the latex sheath to Marissa. She stared at it like it would possibly bite her if she made a sudden move.
    “Um, since you have more experience with these things than me, maybe you ought to—” She exhaled heavily when he shook his head. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    She started to reach for his cock but he stopped her. Frustration furrowed her brow. “I thought you wanted me to put it on you.”
    “I do. But you’re not allowed to use your hands.”
    She gaped at him. “And how exactly do I manage that feat?”
    He folded his arms behind his head and offered her a slow smile. “You’ll figure it out.”
    Her attention panned between the condom and his stiffening erection. He could see the precise moment the lightbulb popped on over her head. She slashed her gaze up to his face. “I am not putting it in my mouth.”
    “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”
    She gave him a prissy look that was damn near impossible not to chuckle at. “I was referring to the condom.”
    “Ah, gotcha. Thanks for clearing that up.”
    “You are enjoying this far too much, you incorrigible bastard.”
    He shrugged. “I have a feeling I’ll enjoy it even more once you put that pretty mouth to work.”
    She appeared on the verge of arguing with him, but a second later she blew out a resigned breath. “Screw it.”
    “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get to soon enough.”
    Rolling her eyes, she plopped the condom in place and positioned her lips on the head of his cock. Her tongue slicked left and right, up and down, trying to situate the ring of latex. Saliva and the increasing amount of pre-come weeping from his slit due to her efforts only hindered the entire process. Sweat trickling down his sternum, he groaned and lifted his head to better watch her unintentionally sexy performance.
    She glanced up at him and squinted. “Jeez Louise. Would you stop that?”
    “What?”
    “Growing bigger. At this rate I’ll never get the condom on you.” She leaned over him, her features set in fierce concentration. Suddenly she blinked. “Oh man, why didn’t I think of this sooner?” Without warning, she dropped down onto her belly. Planting her elbows on either side of him, she squished her breasts together, trapping his dick in the middle. Her motions careful and excruciatingly prolonged, she squeezed her hands around her gorgeous tits and applied a