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His grin went wide in the dark. “Well, lucky, lucky me. I get to see it in person.” He uncapped the bottle of lube and drizzled it onto his fingers. “Plus, it might’ve killed me to be stuck on the other end of the line imagining you sliding this inside yourself.”
His fingers dipped low, moving toward that forbidden zone.
“Pike …”
But before she could protest further, he found her back entrance and stroked with the barest amount of pressure. Her entire body seemed to clench and ache at the same time. “Oh, God.”
“See,” he said, his voice all dark promise as the tip of his finger worked gently against the resistance. “Just relax and let me show you how good this can feel. Touch yourself while I do this. It will help.”
She followed his instruction, lowering her hand between her legs and finding her swollen clit. Then she put all her focus on softening the tension in her body and breathing through the odd sensation that was some combination of discomfort and forbidden excitement. But when he managed to slip past the resistance and slid his finger fully in, the discomfort gave way to blunt-force need. Her back arched and she groaned. “Holy hell.”
“Imagine how good it’s going to feel when it’s me here one day. I’ll fuck you nice and slow, and I’ll bury that glass dildo deep in your pussy at the same time. You’ll be so full of me, baby.” He eased a second slick finger inside. “I could come just thinking about it.”
Goddamn, so could she. She slowed her own strokes, afraid she’d go over too quickly.
“Mmm, look at how beautiful you are. Fingers stroking that pretty cunt. My fingers buried in your ass. I can see how close you are already.” He gently pulled his fingers from her and replaced it immediately with the cool silicone of the plug. The toy was bigger and firmer but her body was ready after his preparation. He slid the plug forward and seated it in place. Then he switched it on.
; Her toes curled and her head fell back onto the pillows. “Jesus.”
“See?” he said, his voice low against her ear now. “Now you know why I like to use them.”
That image was almost enough to send her completely over. Imagining Pike shamelessly using a toy on himself, sliding a slick hand over his cock while a plug filled him up. “I’d like to see that one day.”
He nipped her earlobe. “Maybe you could be the one to put it in me. I did agree to let you have control next time.”
She moved her hand away from herself at that. She couldn’t even handle the barest touch with those images dancing through her head. She loved that Pike was so comfortable with himself and his desires. Loved that he brought that out in her. “Pike, I can’t take—”
“Shh,” he said, shifting above her. “Neither can I.”
His hands moved to the backs of her thighs and he lifted her legs, opening her fully to him. She glanced up, catching sight of his face as he looked at the view. No doubt he could see everything—how turned on she was, the base of the plug, every private spot of her. But where his gaze was glued was on her face. And the look he had on his—some pained expression—knife-edge desire and need of another sort almost broke her completely.
It was a look no man had ever given her.
He pushed inside her with one word on his lips. “Oakley.”
The way he said it made her want to cry.
Or run.
Or fall.
She closed her eyes and pulled him down to her, letting the overwhelming physical sensations overtake any emotional ones. She fused her mouth to his, dug her nails into his shoulder, and made love to him with every ounce of her being.
Despite the urgent need both of them were fighting, Pike took his time, dragging himself in and out in a languorous rolling of his hips. His tongue matched his rhythm and soon Oakley felt herself falling, falling. The decadent feel of him inside her, the plug buzzing, the drunkenness of his kisses. All of it was too much, too good.
She came in a rush, biting his shoulder to keep from crying out too loud. But he just rode the wave with her and kept going.
“You’re not done, gorgeous. Give me another one.”
She didn’t think she had anything else to give, but she held on, happy to be along for the ride until he reached his high. But before long, she felt the pressure building in her again, the tide washing out and rushing back in.
“Pike,” she said on a gasp.
Then he had his hand tucked between them, stroking her clit, and she was shattering again. This time she couldn’t keep her noises to herself. But before she could get herself into trouble, Pike’s hand came up and clamped over her mouth.
He pumped hard into her, the seams to his calm control fraying and popping along with hers. Her headboard rattled, their skin collided with hard slaps, and she came hard and loud, screaming into his hand in a way she’d never screamed before. Guttural, primal, teeth clenched.
