Tugging Karl closer, she whispered in his ear. “Let’s stay at the Spite House tonight.”
“Why?” His body tensed. “Something bothering you at my house?”
He didn’t sound defensive or angry. Just worried.
“Not at all. The Spite House is just considerably closer.” Her lips brushed his ear as she leaned in and spoke as quietly as humanly possible. “It’s also where I’m storing all the toys I purchased today.”
Since the nice blouse and flowing cuffed trousers she’d intended to wear to the reunion clearly wouldn’t suit Karl’s bizarreShe’s All That–inflected vision for the event, she’d set out with Lise to do a little shopping of her own that afternoon—only to find that Harlot’s Bay’s stores didn’t stock her preferred type of formal wear. Not in her size, anyway. In the end, she and Lise had parked themselves at the Doxy Diner, eaten tuna melts while they located better outfit options online, paid for rushed shipping... and then found themselves with time to kill and nowhere in particular to be.
Naturally, they’d visited the rival sex shops. Mollyneededto know what was earning the stores so much custom-cake money, all right?
Also, she’d wanted a vibrator. Make that three vibrators, because while the first shop had carried an array of gorgeous, high-end toys, the second included shapes and functionalities she’d never even imagined before. Including a dildo with strategically placed fins and another with pulsing bulb-type things, which—as Lise had confirmed—Sadie Brazen’s books had directly inspired. Molly had felt obliged to pick up one of those clit-sucker toys at the first store too, because those were freaking incredible, and she deservedchoicesin her adult-toys arsenal.
“Toys?” When she nodded, Karl’s brows rose. “Assume you don’t mean goddamn LEGO.”
“Nope.” This time, she lowered her voice until she could barely even hear herself. “Not unless the LEGO manufacturer has begun dabbling in Sadie Brazen-inspired guppy-dick vibrators.”
For a moment, he simply stared at her.
Then he grabbed her hand, hauled her up with him as he stood, and turned to Matthew and Athena. “Appreciate the food and your weird-ass busybody version of Pictionary, but we gotta go.”
And that was the end of their evening with friends. She barely had time to wave goodbye before they were out the couple’s door and inside her own. Once there, they stumbled up the stairs to her narrow bedroom, making out all the while. Within minutes, they were both naked and surrounded by a panoply of delightfully odd toys, and Karl was inside her.
As he would definitely put it: halle-fucking-lujah.
Molly was maybe ten seconds away from her third orgasm of the night—on her back at the edge of the mattress, hips propped on a pillow, feet braced high on the nearby wall as Karl stood between her legs, gripped her hips in his big hands, and fucked her hard and deep—when he paused, panting.
“You...” He sucked in a breath. Rubbed a thumb over the rise of her belly and stared at the spot where his dick stretched her open, his cheeks flushed a deep pink. “You keeping your clit-Roomba in place? Can change positions, if that helps.”
He might not be moving anymore, but he was buried to the root inside her while the toy continued sucking away, building the pressure between her legs until sparks flew behind her eyelids. Pretty soon, it wouldn’t matter whether he kept thrusting or not, because she’d come either way.
“I’m keeping it in place.” With difficulty, since the impact of each penetration and her own arching and grinding had made holding the oval-shaped aperture directly over her clit tricky, but— “Keep going. I’m so close.Please.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and mindlessly rocked back and forth, chasing more friction.
Before she tipped over the edge, though, she had to—had to—
“A Roomba moves...” She was gasping in between words. “It moves without the need for immediate human guidance. This is more of a... a clit-Hoover. It’ll stay in... in one spot and suck until you... until you move it. Just... just saying.”
Karl’s laughter echoed off the bare walls of the tiny bedroom. “Only you, Dearborn. Only you would nitpick shit while getting full-on railed.”
After pressing an affectionate kiss to her inner knee, he beganfucking her again. With an appreciative moan, she slapped a protective palm over the clit-Hoover still working between her legs and clutched the pillow beside her head with her free hand.
Only moments later, her orgasm lit her like the dawn. Electrified, jubilant, she cried out and let the toy coax every twitch from her tingling flesh as Karl clutched her thigh, shoved as deep inside her as he could, and came with shaking legs and a long, loud groan.
Seeing his pleasure only prolonged hers, and she clenched around him as hard as she could. His hips jerked, and his inhalation hissed through his teeth.
“Holy shit, Molly.Yes.” When she opened her eyes, his face was taut in teeth-gritted ecstasy, his body gleaming with sweat in the low light. “Yes.”
When she got too sensitive, she removed the toy from her clit, turned it off, and tossed it aside. And when he collapsed into her open arms, she wrapped them around his torso and held him close despite their mutual stickiness.
“Jesus,” he eventually mutter-shouted, and brushed a kiss over the shell of her ringing ear. “Never used sex toys on anyone before. That was incredible.”
“There’s a reason they’re called toys.” She stroked a hand over his still-heaving flank. “They’re fun.”
As he laughed again, his face buried in the crook of her neck, the vibration prickled the skin there. “Molly fucking Dearborn. Hottest pedant on the whole damn planet.”
She tickled his ribs, and he squirmed and snorted adorably. “How’s your back?”
