“I’m trying to keep this professional,” he says through his teeth.
“You’re offering to get me off with sex toys and you're worried about being professional?” I ask, losing myself to the fullness and rhythm he’s set.
Turning slightly, I find Brexley has his cock out and in hand. As he fucks me with the toy, he jerks himself off hard and furious.
My hips stall as a strange, choking sound escapes me. I'm coming. My body wraps and squeezes around the toy.
“Let me suck you off, Brexley. You need it too.”
“We can’t,” he says, his voice tight. “No touching, that’s the rule.” A look of wild desperation is on his face. Like it pains him to hold back. Good, I want him in pain.
My hips go nuts as I sob my way through another orgasm. This time it cracks through the surface of my need, but just barely. I need so much more.
He slows the pace. “No,” I beg. “Don’t slow down. For fuck’s sake, I’m going to come again. Please let me come again.” I practically sob the request.
Suddenly he leaves the toy in me to return to the table. His hard cock juts out from his body. I lunge at him as he passes by. He steps out of reach, his eyes glowing. “Bad girl.”
Grabbing something else off the table, he gives me a wide berth as he returns to the toy he left in me.
“Don’t you mean bad bitch?” I taunt.
With a click, a vibrator comes alive against my clit. Oh sweet fae lords and all that is holy, I am completely overwhelmed. Brexley manages to attend to my clit with the vibrator while pumping the other toy in and out of me.
He pistons the toy and turns up the vibration setting until I’m trapped in one long, endless orgasm. Tears run down my face as I lose all sense of time. I ride a rollercoaster of sensation that may kill me. After what feels like years, my body collapses. My legs are covered in my own wetness, my entire body trembling, and I'm as thirsty as if Hansel has sucked me dry with his devious power.
Brexley moans behind me. I turn to see him laving a tongue against his desire covered hand.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters.
I see he’s gotten some satisfaction too, and his dick softens before my eyes.
“How do you feel?” he asks gruffly.
“Exhausted, spent, and . . . ”
He raises an eyebrow. “And?”
I fucking hate to say it. “Still horny.”
Brexley shakes his head and sighs. “Guess we’ll need to rehydrate. And start again.”
Chapter31
The Final Countdown
RED
Three gallons of water and countless orgasms later, we are both dripping in sweat. I’m on my back, wrists and ankles tied down because I got too “overzealous.”
So, I tried to jump him a couple times. So what? Tying me up is a disproportionate response. A super hot, if not disproportionate response.
“How long have we been in here?” I ask, my voice little more than a bag of gravel.
With a quick glance at his watch, Brexley says, still panting, “Three and a half hours. How are you feeling now?”
“Like. . . like I can think again.” It’s true. A clarity has returned to me that I haven’t felt in days. Since before I met Brexley.
He nods. “Good, let’s get you some sleep. After all, you have finals in six hours.”
