I nod, but Wells tsks, “Use your words.”
“Yes,” I breathe heavily. “I want Brooks to put his fingers inside me.”
Brooks slips two fingers inside my pussy. “Let’s get you ready for us.”
“Oh god…” I moan.
The build is already brimming. It never happens this fast. My hips move as the lemon pulses and sucks my clit. Fuck. I can almost feel Brooks fingering me.
“Yes.” I breathe out harder. “I want more.”
“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” Brody groans. “I want my cock inside you. So I can fill you with my cum.”
“Yes. I want that too,” I say inside my mind before “Come inside, Wells” falls from my lips with a whispered “me” at the end.
Oh fuck, it’s time. I need the big guns.
My free hand shoots out from underneath the blanket as I blindly search for the pink dildo. I’m panting as I feel around.
Vividly, the fantasy gets filthier as a whine pulls from me. I’m getting so close.
Brooks is suddenly inside me as Brody fills me from behind. And Wells? He’s looking down at me, ready to feed me his cock.
Where is that dildo!I’m smacking my hand on the bed, waving it around, trying like hell to find it because I’ll never come without that neon cock.
My body shudders like it’s begging to be sent over the edge, but it’s a tease because I’m dangerously close to skipping it.
Ugh. No. My orgasm’s right there.
Where the fuck is it?
I squeeze my eyes closed tighter because I feel my body starting to pull away. Even though my fantasy feels so real. They’re fucking me faster and faster as Wells teases the tip of his cock over my lips.
“Where do you want my cum, Margot?”
I’m panting, my body growing rigid. Even my toes are curled as I begin to hold on to hope and chant, “Inside, inside, inside…”Oh god, please happen.“Wells…come inside—”
“Margot?”
The sound of the door closing precedes me saying, “—my mouth!”
Two things happen almost simultaneously: my eyes spring open, and I scream bloody murder.
Because the actual Wells is standing in my room. Staring back at me.
Time stops.
Full fucking stops.
Only the shattering of my dignity and Oasis fill the room.
Actually, not true. The sound of buzzing is also bouncing off the walls.
Because the lemon is still on.
I’m sure we only stare at each other for about three seconds, but it feels like a fucking eternity as the deep realization sets in that not only has this man caught me masturbating, begging for someone to come inside my mouth, but his gaze is now slowly drifting over the bed and locking on the bright pink dildo that’s right next to the anal beads.
A guttural generational trauma-forming burst of “Noooooooo” draws from my lungs in long form, before I whip the blanket to try and cover what’s exposed.
