Page 27 of Just Past Two

Abby undressed, heart beginning to race in her chest. She hadn’t been clubbing in years, and had never done anything like this before. When she was naked, Sam pushed her back on the bed, leaning over her to kiss her waiting mouth. God, he could kiss, his lips on hers making everything else fade away, up until his fingers brushed up through her folds and found her clit.

She jumped. The contact hit her like an electric shock, not altogether pleasant, just abrupt. Sam pulled back. “Seems like you should warm up a little bit, first, yeah?”

Before she could say yes, he crawled down her body and got between her legs. Oh, shit, she closed her eyes and bit her lip, bracing herself for that first touch, arousal ratcheting up from three to ten just at the light brush of air on her clit.

And he waited.

She opened her eyes, looking down her body. Sam was kneeling there, meeting her eyes, just waiting with a smile on his face. He waited until she looked at him and then licked her clit.

“Shit!” she cried out, and he laughed, the motion making his mouth vibrate her skin. Getting head from him was nearly too much, the kind of fierce overwhelming pleasure that consumed her. He only had to start licking her and she was already dripping wet, sensation running up through her body and radiating from her clit outward.

“There we go.” He sat back and dragged his fingers through her now-wet folds. “It’s important to warm up.”

“You asshole.” She threw a hand over her head. “Do we have to go dancing? Can’t we stay here?”

“We can, sure. Is that what you want?” He circled her clit with two slick fingers.

Fuck him for calling her bluff. She sighed. “No.”

“Good girl.”

The words made her blush again, that jerk, but she had to smile. Her smile faded with an intake of breath as a blunt pressure pushed against her pussy. The toy slid in place, half of the U penetrating her to push against her G-spot. The other part of the toy lined up between her folds, snug between her labia, the tip nestled firmly over her clitoris. Sam tapped it, and it settled perfectly against her. “There we go. You can sit up.”

Abby pushed up to her elbows, cautiously, then sat all the way up. The toy moved with her, a constant pressure but no stimulating vibration, not yet.

“Put on some very snug panties, I think.” He winked at her and watched as she carefully got up to do so.

She had just pulled on some lacy panties, slipping them all the way up over her hips, when the vibrator came to life against and inside her. She gasped, then clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the gasp, and spun to see Sam. He had his phone out. Holy shit, he could control it with his phone.

“Looks like it works.” He dragged his fingers up the screen, and the vibration ratcheted up, pleasure coursing through her clit and all throughout her body like a sudden live wire. She gripped the bureau to steady herself.

“Holy fuck.” She released her grip as the vibration turned off.

“Seems perfect.” He smiled, devilish. “We should both get dressed.”

Heads or Tails was the kind of club that drew a fashionable crowd, and Abby settled on a blue dress with a lot of flow to it, the kind that would twirl along with her. Sam kept the toy off the entire time they were getting ready, but it still pressed against her, rubbing her clit each time she moved, reminding her it was there. When her hair and makeup was done, and they were both ready to leave, the vibrator came to life once more, low and quiet. She froze.

“I just want to make sure you can move all right while wearing it.” He smiled, innocent and sweet, like he wasn’t about to torment her in public with a secret sex toy. “After all, you shouldn’t get caught with it, right?”

“You know this is going to kill me.” She composed herself and dropped her head back. “But I’m going to hide it.”

“Good girl.”

She rounded on him. “You cannot keep saying that. It turns me on every time.”

Sam backed her up against the door, suddenly, firmly, pinning her against it with his body. Her pussy clenched in reflex, squeezing the part of the vibrator tucked inside her, and she gasped out loud. This moment, the toy, his smoldering expression, that tiny bit of fear she suddenly felt, all of it cranked her arousal up another five notches.

He read the expression on her face, that gasp, and smiled. “I like having you turned on.” Leaning closer, he kissed her again.

Fuck, they did not need to leave this house. They could stay right here, and Abby would melt into Sam and let him turn that vibrator all the way up and come and come and come. But no. He broke the kiss, pulled back, and squeezed her ass. “I think I should drive.”

He did eventually turn the toy off, hitting a button on his phone when they were stopped at a red light just outside of town, giving Abby a breather until they arrived at the club. Even in the depths of winter, in the late January darkness, Heads or Tails was pulsing with music and overflowing with people. Just walking through the front door took Abby back ten years in a heartbeat.

Sam slid an arm around her waist. “Memories, right?”

“So many.” She let him lead her up to the bar. “Drinks first?”

Sam ordered an Old Fashioned, because of course he did, and ordered a Bellini for her, knowing her penchant for peach and fizzy drinks. “You’re really fucking old, you know,” she shouted, loud enough to be heard over the music, pointing at his drink.