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He tipped his head to the side and skated his hand down my side, his fingers still wet from me. “Not always, but you seem to like it, so…” He drifted his hand over my hip and between my legs, cupping me. “Tell me what you like, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I like you touching me.”
His eyes blazed. “Besides that.”
“I like using vibrators when I’m by myself.”
He froze with his fingers over my clit. “Have you used them while you’ve been here?”
“Yes.”
“Kennedy.”
I was all innocence. “Yes, Professor?”
“When? How often?”
“I don’t know.” I laughed. “I don’t keep track.”
“What do you think about when you use your vibrators?”
“You, obviously.”
He momentarily dipped his chin toward his chest. “I’ve been torturing myself, feeling bad that I’ve been masturbating thinking of you, when this whole goddamn time, you’ve been two doors down, using toys on yourself thinking aboutme. Jesus.”
“Sorry,” I said, giggling a little drunkenly.
“You’re going to pay now.” He narrowed his brows at me. “Where are they?”
“In a bag in my bedroom.”
“Be specific, angel.”
“A purple case in the drawer of the nightstand.”
Without another word, he marched out of his bedroom, his hands in fists at his sides. He disappeared down the hall and returned a minute later, the zipper of the cotton pouch already open. Without looking at me, he asked, “Which is your favorite?”
“Depends.”
Standing at the foot of the bed, he met my gaze. “On what?”
“How much time I have.” I lifted one shoulder, taken aback by how easy it was to talk about this with him. We were chatting about my vibrators like we would the meals for the week. “If I know I only have a few minutes, I use the rose.”
He lifted it up, inspecting the red silicone vibrator, shaped like a rose, then set it down on the bed. He held up another. “And this…microphone.”
A laugh burst out from the back of my throat, and I slapped my hand over my mouth. He smirked and pressed a button, turning on the white wand that did indeed look like a microphone.
“It has fifty settings,” I said proudly, and he went through a few. The mere sound of the vibration drew goose bumps over my skin. My breathing sped up, and I became restless, shifting my hips and legs.
Liam eyed me as he stopped it then set it on the bed before lifting the purple rabbit. “Mmm. This one, I think.” He tossed the bag down and pressed the vibrator against my stomach. “Feet on the edge of the bed and spread your legs.”
I swallowed thickly, feeling the cool air against my heated and damp flesh. He swept his gaze over me, clearly liking what he saw from the way he scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. He bent to suck on one of my nipples then the other and slowly lowered the toy, pausing briefly at my belly button, and then lower, skimming it back and forth over my pelvic bone as he pressed his knee into the mattress, depressing it slightly at my hip.
When I tugged at the ends of his hair, he lifted his head to concentrate on gliding the tip of the vibrator up and down my sex. He let out another hum that echoed deep inside me, and I pulled his face to mine, kissing him wildly, all teeth and tongue, until finally, he slipped the toy inside me, the curve fitting inside just right while the “ears” positioned against my clit.
And then he powered it on, eliciting a gasp from me. I was already swollen and close to climax; I couldn’t contain my mewling pleasure. I grasped uselessly at the comforter and unconsciously tried to close my legs because it was too much, though he pushed them back open.
I sighed and whined and shook my head back and forth, the rotating shaft hitting perfectly inside me while the vibrator worked my clit, and it was all too much.
