His thigh tensed against the inside of her knee.
“What?” he asked thickly. “What do you need?”
“I need something—anything—in my pussy, please. Use your fingers, I don’t care, I need it, please.” She squeezed her nipples hard, hoping it would pull the focus from her throbbing, unfulfilled need. It did not.
He lost his grip on the Hitachi, and it slid down from her clit toward her opening before he caught it again. The vibration against her entrance made her hips jerk.
“Cami, I can’t. God help me, I would, but that’s not what we agreed on.”
It wasn’t what she wanted to hear, and she whined, grabbing a fistful of the pillow under her to contain her frustration. She blinked at him, trying to get a handle on his expression, and he looked wrecked. He met her eyes for a second, but then glanced to where he was working, repositioning the Hitachi against her clit and carefully pulling the plug out of her.
“Des—”
“We can’t change the agreement when you’re naked, Cami. It wouldn’t be right.” He dragged the Hitachi down, this time on purpose, pressing the thick bulb of it against her opening as he slid the plug home again. The swell of the fourth and final tier of it nudged at the tight ring of muscle there. “But I can get the dildo out. Is that what you want? You want to get as filled as you can?”
“Please.”
The Hitachi was gone, much to her clit’s disappointment, but he returned with something else. At first she thought it was the dildo they’d used last time, but then it set abuzz, like the Hitachi before it. She couldn’t force herself to lift her head and look at it, too focused on the sensations assaulting her. He wasted no time positioning it and sliding it home. Unlike with the plug, there was no hesitation in his movement. Just one slick thrust, then vibration against her clit.
“Fuuuck,” she groaned. “Is that a?—?”
“Rabbit vibe.” She could hear the smile in his voice, feel the satisfaction in the way he tilted the vibe to increase pressure on her clit, then withdrew it. “It seemed appropriate. This what you wanted?”
“Yes.”
With the rabbit vibe fucking her opposite the plug, the sensation was almost overwhelming. She grabbed handfuls of whatever she could find, twisting her fingers in the fabric. She thought he had graduated to the last nodule on the plug, but couldn’t swear to it. It was so much all at once, and he was working double time. Beads of sweat dotted his hairline, and the neckline of his shirt was sticking to his collarbone. Why had he kept that on this time? It seemed like a poor choice, considering what he’d been planning.
All thoughts fell away as another orgasm slammed into her like a battering ram. It was relentless and unforgiving, and when it was over and he had pulled the toys away, she felt hollowed out, empty in a way she never had before. It was exhausting, but calming at the same time. If she thought the first orgasm had ended her life, she had been silly and naive.
He climbed off the bed, but she had little concept of where he went or how long he was gone. There was nothing, until a cool, damp cloth stroked between her legs, where her skin was still hot. She gasped.
“It’s okay. Just getting you cleaned up. Lube is sticky business.” It occurred to her to be embarrassed, but she was too boneless to manage it.
“I’ll never walk again, doc,” she murmured, flinging one arm over her eyes.
He laughed. “You’ll be fine soon enough. There’s some water on the nightstand next to you. I’ll give you a few minutes to come down.”
He lowered onto the other side of the bed, and she, mostly naked and covered in drying sweat, rolled over onto her side and fell asleep.
When Cami’seyes blinked open, it was light out. On the nightstand was a glass of water and her phone, which was buzzing relentlessly. On the screen flashed a notification: SOCIAL MEDIA APPLICATIONS @ 9:30 STARTS IN 15 MINUTES.
“Shit!”
She bolted out of his bed, out from under covers she had no memory of climbing into. How long had she been asleep? Why hadn’t he woken her? There was no way she’d be able to make it to campus in time for class, let alone get back to her place to get her laptop. Could she get away with just using a notepad this time?
She found her clothes folded on his dresser, and scrambled into them. Next to the pile was a note, written in a barely legible scribble:
Cami,
Sorry to bail—had to work. Help yourself to breakfast if you’re hungry. Don’t worry about the door, it’ll lock itself behind you. Have fun at class.
Des
She almost tripped out of her jeans trying to get her foot into them while she read the note. He hadn’t said anything about her impromptu sleepover. Judging from her position starfished in the middle of the bed, he hadn’t slept next to her. Was he mortified by her behavior? He’d gotten her off, and she’d passed out drooling on his pillow. She was a human catastrophe.
At least she hadn’t been on campus yesterday, so no one there would notice her wearing the same clothes today.
She snatched her phone and ordered herself an Uber. Not an expense she’d usually allow herself, but she was going to be late for class as it was. She couldn’t afford to miss too much of the lesson. She might be able to get away with missing the first fifteen minutes, but so much of her program was practical application that one class could easily introduce and have the students master some vitally important technique that they’d utilize every day once they graduated.
