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“Show me,” he says into my skin as his lips drag across my neck and his hands push my shirt up. “Then I want to show you how closely I paid attention.” He pulls my shirt—his shirt—over my head, tossing it aside.
A little moan escapes as he takes off my bra, replacing the cups with his hands. I’ve never brought any toys out with a partner before. Camden was pre-Sploosh! so I didn’t have the arsenal or the knowledge or the comfort I have now, and there hasn’t been anyone since that I trust enough. I don’t even have any toys geared specifically for partner use—I give those away when they land in my office.
Nic fucking me with a vibrating cock ring…
My whimper that we won’t get the chance turns into a soft scream when Nic, in one swift move, throws me onto the bed and lowers his body over mine.
“Put on a show for me,” he murmurs into my ear, his words buzzing through my veins, settling with an aching pull between my legs.
I trust Nic, and I want this. “Sit in the chair.”
He has to excavate the chair from my pile of clothes, but he sits while I dig through my options. Bullet vibes, finger vibes, little clitoral stimulators…all small enough that they’re guaranteed not to give Nic a complex. I bypass them in favor of a G-spot vibrator the color of Merlot. It’s my favorite, the most powerful of the ones I frequently use. The tip is a little squishy and the premium silicone is soft. It has two motors, one at the tip and one at the base. Five patterns and five intensities for each.
I hold it up, raising an eyebrow at Nic.
He doesn’t look intimidated by the length. Only five inches are insertable, but the handle makes it look impressive and it has some serious girth on the tip. If anything, his gaze grows darker behind those hooded eyes. There’s no hiding the erection in his pajama pants either. He nods, slow and deliberate, his hand scraping over the five o’clock shadow on his jaw.
I grab a small bottle of lube and throw a towel from the bathroom onto the end of my bed. Once my pants and panties are off, I sit on the towel facing Nic. The room is small enough our knees are only a few feet apart. It’s intimate.
“I don’t want to be the only one doing this,” I say, dipping my chin toward his dick. “You need to jerk off too.”
“I will,” he says, but makes no move to get his dick out. He looks way too comfortable just as he is.
It’s hot that I’m the only one naked, so for now, I’ll allow it.
I flick the vibrator on, adjusting the pattern for each motor. Then the intensity because I like to start slow. Since I’m putting on a show, I hold the lube over the tip, pouring it out in a thin drizzle. More than I need, considering how wet I am already. After capping the lube, I toss it to Nic, who catches it but still makes no move to free his poor trapped dick, even when I wrap my hand around the vibrator and stroke it a few times to spread the lube.
His eyes hold mine as I spread my legs, drawing my knees up so my feet press against my bed. The air in here feels heavy, and I feel exposed, but in a way that still feels like he’s holding me, even though we’re not close enough to touch.
When I place the tip of the vibrator against my inner thigh, his gaze drops and my heart kicks up a beat. Slowly, I drag the tip closer to my clit. When it touches me, I make a little gasping sound. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and my vision swims a bit as my eyes flutter at the sensation. I’m not going to close my eyes. Not when Nic’s lounging in my chair, his hand finally drifting, closing around his shaft and squeezing through the fabric of his pajama pants.
This is going to be over embarrassingly fast for me, so I slide the vibe down, pushing the tip against my entrance before bringing it back to my clit, teasingly light this time. My free hand moves over my breast, plucking and pinching at my nipple.
Nic’s not looking so relaxed all of a sudden. His hand, still on his dick, squeezes again, tighter.
After a minute or so, the need to have something—this toy, Nic—filling me is too great to ignore.
“Fuck,” Nic whispers reverently as I slowly push the tip inside me only to pull it back out again. The moment I hit my G-spot for any length of time, this show is going to be over, so I go back to my clit, circle for a few seconds, then bring it back down and push it a little further inside my pussy.
Nic finally, blessedly, decides to join the party, pulling his dick out and squeezing the base as he fumbles for the lube with his other hand, his eyes never once looking away as I fuck myself with the toy, pausing to flick the intensity up a notch.
Okay, two notches.
I love watching his hand move, the slick sounds he makes after distractedly dumping too much lube over his cock. He alternates his strokes, long and short, his thumb and forefinger twisting along the crown.
“Did you think about me?” I ask, my voice tight because I’m so damn close, but I want to give him a chance to catch up. “That first night here?”
“I did.” The corner of his mouth lifts in a rueful smile.
Oh. Oh, no. Asking was a bad choice if I’m letting him catch up—I rest the vibrator against my thigh and take a deep breath to slow myself down.
He slips out of the chair onto his knees, and Nic Fontana kneeling in front of me might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen and I will never get tired of it. He moves close enough that I can feel his breath on my thigh and he licks his lips as he watches me, pushing his pants down, his hand moving faster, rougher on his dick.
His voice is gravel when he speaks again. “I thought about how good your perfect mouth would feel wrapped around my cock. How much you’d like it.” His free hand skates up my leg to my thigh, pushing the vibrator back to my pussy. He grips me where my thigh meets my hip, and holds me tight. “You’re so much better than my imagination.”
So is he and the greedy way he watches me push the vibe back inside, the softfuckon his ragged exhale…
I’m close, pleasure building inside me.
