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“I’ve never seen you blush this much. It’s cute. And fucking sexy.”
She gave up the fight she didn’t have a chance of winning. “They’re anal beads.”
Of course he grinned wider. And inspected the toy again. Thoroughly, including pulling the beads back and forth through the tight hole he’d made with his thumb and index finger. Yup, he had them figured out, all right.
He whistled low and appreciatively. “You’ve used these?”
“Yes. But only solo.” Like everything else in her collection.
“Any chance this is what you wanted from the drawer?” he asked, and she shook her head. “Damn. Too bad. Next time?”
“Sure. Your ass or mine?” The shock value from that question was worth any embarrassment. She reclaimed the silicone caterpillar while his jaw was on the floor and traded it for a small, pink vibrator. “This is what I wanted.”
“Lipstick?”
“Not quite.”
His eyebrows rose as she dragged it smoothly across his balls. “That feels kind of good.”
“Too bad, this toy is for me alone. Now, on your back. I want you in my mouth.”
“Not gonna argue with that.” He leaned against the pillows, still in an upright position.
One of the many hot things about Mason—he liked to watch. Lights on, eyes open, whenever possible. Tonight, his eyes followed every movement. The slide of his cock between her lips. How she gripped him at the base, holding him at her preferred angle for sucking. Her other hand—with accessory—slipping inside her panties.
She’d always wanted to try this. In itself, giving head turned her on. Touching herself while she sucked Mason’s cock took her to the edge, but she could never tip over. It required too much coordination—one style of rubbing with her right hand, a completely different motion with the left. With her toy handling the hard work, she could think less. Just feel.
She moaned around his cock as the vibe did its magic—a little too fast. A couple of clicks changed the vibrations from the ten-second-orgasm setting to a slow, escalating pulse. Perfect. It took her up, up, up…then back to the beginning. She sucked him deep, relaxing her jaw to take him all the way. She breathed him in, the heady scent of skin, sweat and arousal. Let him slide out. His cock throbbed, pre-come beading on the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head and slit, licking it away.
“Jesus.” That curse meant he was barely holding on to the edge.
She looked up at him and licked her lips, knowing the sight drove him crazy. More, she needed more sensation on her clit. She clicked to a more intense setting. Climax hit her immediately. She filled her mouth with his cock, holding it deep, sucking and swallowing while he came. And she came. And came, and came.
“Babe…Andie…” Two fingers tapped her on top of the head. Then again,hard. “Teeth.”
Oh, no. No, no, no. She tossed the vibe aside. “Oh my god, I hurt you.”
“It’s fine—now.”
“Let me check… I don’t see any blood. Oh god, there are tooth marks. I’m so, so sorry.”
He quickly inspected things for himself. “No permanent damage.” He shrugged and smiled. “You definitely have to do that again.”
She shook her head vigorously. “Mason, Ibityour cock. What are you, a masochist?”
“It only hurt for a couple of seconds at the end, while you were milking that orgasm for all it was worth.” He laughed out loud, presumably at her affronted intake of air. “I can take a little pain for something sexy-as-hell like that.” One-handed, he stopped her escape and had her underneath him. Kissing her the way only he knew how to kiss.
“It’s jabbing me in the back,” she said while catching some oxygen.
The vibrator was still humming away when he removed it from beneath her. “You were wrong about this. I enjoyed it as much as you did.”
She waited until the lights were out and Mason’s breathing had its distinctive, pre-sleep rhythm. Twelve hours ago, she would’ve sworn she didn’t care if he stayed or went—temporarily or permanently. Now, the idea he might get angry and leave made her stomach ache. Her heart too.
She liked him. As in, really, really liked him. Not only in bed—or the alley, or his truck—but anywhere, doing anything. Doing nothing but being together. Somehow, she’d gone from enjoying him carnally to pining for him on a deeper, more personal level. A dangerous place to be—but it was too late to rein the feelings in.
“Are you awake?” she whispered. “I have to tell you something.”
“What…yeah…go ahead.”
