Page 34 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
Just as his fingers touch my tongue, something occurs to me.
"Wait," I say, pulling back an inch. "Hawke's probably going to torture us tomorrow, isn't he?"
Weston frowns, not following my train of thought. "Yeah, probably. So why not make it worth it?"
I grin again, fully intending to scream the whole damn hotel down tonight. "I mean, the idea of doing hundreds of push-ups while coming down isn't a fun idea." I wrinkle my nose, and Weston nods his agreement, looking thoughtful.
"Okay, how about half a pill, then I'll steal some weed from Colt so we can come down enough to sleep later." He uses his short thumbnail to cut the pill in half, then places one part in my mouth without waiting for a reply.
His finger lingers between my lips longer than necessary, and he holds my gaze while I suck that finger as though it's his cock.
"God, yes," he breathes, putting the rest of the pill in his mouth and swallowing it with a swing of vodka. "Mmm," he murmurs as I release his finger and go for his cock, "drugs weren't the only treat in that drawer, you know?"
Well, color me intrigued. "Oh yeah?" I practically salivate. "What've you got for me, Weston?"
Knowing these guys, and I kinda feel like I do now, it could be fucking anything. Nipple clamps? Violet wand? Maybe even a strap-on dildo for me to fuck Weston in the ass?
He turns back to the drawer and returns to me holding a bottle of lube in one hand and a reasonably sized butt plug in the other.
"Turn over," he orders me. "I want this firmly lodged inside you before we fuck again."
My whole body flushes with hot, tingly excitement. The ecstasy is starting to set in already, which tells me Weston has a really good supplier. I look up at him, taking in his drug-dilated pupils and throbbing cock, then do as I'm told.
"Good girl," he whispers, tossing the butt plug onto the bed beside me. It's in my line of sight, and I get flutters of anxiety as I eye it up. It's big. Bigger than the toys I've used in the past and a hell of a lot bigger than the candle Hawke fucked me with on the altar. Then again, it's probably proportionate to Mace's cock, and if I want to take him back there …
Cold lube drips down my ass crack, and I suck in a sharp breath.
Weston chuckles, dropping the tube onto the bed and smoothing his palms over my ass cheeks. "Bit jumpy, sweetheart?"
I groan. "Stop teasing me." I wriggle my ass, desperate for him to get on with it. Now that anal's on the table, I'm fucking gagging for it. Or maybe that was the MDMA working its way through my system and making me feel like fucking Aphrodite, goddess of sex.
"Be a good sub and stop telling me what to do, Natalia," Weston says, but his voice is tainted with amusement. He slaps my ass, hard enough to make me jump, but it's just a warning. He wants this just as much as I do, something confirmed seconds later when his thumb massages the lube into my asshole, then pushes slowly inside.
Our groans seem to harmonize, and his hot, heavy cock twitches against my thigh as he adds a second finger, pumping in and out and stretching me. Preparing me for the sparkly purple beast on the bed beside my face.
"Shit, Natalia," Weston mutters, nudging the head of his cock against my pussy. "I feel like I've had a permanent hard-on since the day I met you."
He slides back inside me and I cry out with sheer pleasure. His fingers are still in my ass, but he leans forward as he thrusts, grabbing the purple plug with his free hand.
"You ready for this, babe?" he asks, taking his fingers away and running the narrow tip of the plug up and down my crack, coating it in excess lube.
I don't reply. I don't need to, because my pussy is clenching his cock in desperation, and I'm rubbing my cheek all over the comforter like a cat marking her territory. Holy shit. It feels so damn good. Everything touching me feels so. Damn. Good.
Weston starts working the toy into my ass, and little panting mews escape my throat. His cock is still buried inside my pussy and it feels like the plug just tripled in size, but the discomfort just turns me on even harder. I could blame the drugs, but I'm pretty sure I'd go nuts for this while sober, too.
After what feels like an eternity, the whole thing is in and Weston's hands return to my hips.
"You love that, don't you?" he chuckles, running his hands over my flesh like he can't keep them still. He probably can't. "You're so fucking dirty, Natalia. You're so fucking perfect for us."
