Page 139 of Sour Notes

“Tell me when.”

He looks up at me sharply, shocked at my request.

“Now,” he growls out, his voice husky, a satisfied sound rumbling out of him as he watches the round tip part my slit and slowly sink inside.

Fuck, this one’s really strong. The second it bottoms out and the little suction head connects with my clit, I can’t help the low moan that escapes me. I fall back onto the bed, my hips grinding of their own accord while the toy pulses deep inside me. My pussy tightens around it, bringing me close to climax already.

I turn its intensity up another notch, and fuck me. The vibrations hit me everywhere. My eyes roll back and my hips lift clean off the mattress, my clit and pussy pulsing while I scream out a climax so intense it takes me by surprise.

Lying boneless, I turn the toy down but leave it inside me on a slow rumble while I struggle to catch my breath, my chest violently heaving.

“Fuck, so hot,” Swayze mumbles quietly, drawing my eyes to his. I wish he wasn’t straddling the chair so I could see if his cock’s hard.

Maybe even watch him play too.

Would he be down for that?

While I weigh the pros and cons of asking, he clicks the pen, waiting for my breakdown like the good boy he is.

He’d kill me if I said that out loud.

“Ten out of ten, great suction and vibration. Pulses you into oblivion. Power Peach recommendation.”

“Power Peach?” He lifts a quizzical brow as he writes.

“Just go with it, Patrol Puppy.”

He shakes his head, chuckling to himself as he scribbles on the note while I figure out if I’m brave enough to ask him for what I really want.

This time, I catch the almost imperceptible adjustment he makes to his trunks before he stands up to repeat the Post-it note process. He does have a boner.

Fuck.

I really want to watch him watch me watch him.

“Which one next?” I ask, resting my hand on his arm. He flexes it as he bends, this time picking the wild card of the group. A giant tentacle dick. It’s wide at the base, tapering to a point, and I’m not gonna lie, of all the toys, this one makes me a little nervous. I mean, the top of it looks ready to penetrate my uterus. I’m not sure even after the epic orgasm I just had, I’ll be able to get excited for this one without a little help from my friends—see what I did there?

“Wow, you went from zero to warp speed, huh? The tentacle dick, really?” I smile at him, trying to mask the nerves.

“Oh, is that what it is? Tentacles are a thing? What’s that, like octopus porn? Face hugged by the octopod?” The shock on his face is actually adorable, the perfect distraction to stop me getting too in my head and losing the momentum.

“Monster romance, Wolfie. It’s a thing.” He barks out a laugh, walking back to the chair.

“Swayze…”

He stops short, spinning to look at me, instantly alert. Maybe I don’t sound as super chill as I do in my head.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, um… I just….”

Just say it, Mia. Can I watch you jerk off? What’s the big deal? He’s watching you. Spit it out.

“Umm… do you think… maybe… you’d be down with me watching you, too?”

“I’ll do a lot of things for you, Mia, but I’m not shoving a tentacle up my ass.”

I burst out laughing, his easy deflection instantly chasing away my awkwardness.