She glances at me. “Okay,” she says, though she’s not really focused on me. “Have you seen my badge? I sat it on the nightstand when I got home the other day, but I can’t find it.”
“It’s hanging by the door with your keys.” Noticing something peeking from under the pile, I push the door open and step inside. “I put it there yesterday.”
She sighs. “Oh. Well, thank you.”
A smile creeps on my face and I lean over the mattress to grab it. Dropping the bedding, I say, “No problem.” My grin widens and I press the button on the side, the hot-pink vibrator coming to life. It fits in the palm of my hands with a cup-like head—one of those famous clit stimulators that’s been around the web.
Latoya snaps upright, her mouth and eyes wide, shock and the slightest hint of embarrassment seeping from her.
“What do we have here?” I raise a brow.
“Jas!” she yells and tries to take it from me.
I move away and press another button, my interest piquing with the heightened vibrations. Now all I can think about is how much she can take. Is she a first setting, a low, continuous pressure kind of girl, or does she like her clit tortured at the highest speed?
“Stop playing with it.” She laughs and drops what she’s doing to walk over to me.
I hold it out of reach and grab her with my older hand. “I guess you are resourceful.” I reference a previous conversation on how she got her release without dating.
“Oh my god. Give it here, Jas.” She smirks.
“Is it true?” I keep the toy from her grasp while letting my eyes fall to her full lips. “Does this thing really snatch your soul, as they say in the reviews?” I thrust against her, so she feels how hard I am.
Her breaths hitch. “How do you know what they say in the reviews?”
“I might have been curious a time or two.” I kiss her and snake a finger into her waistband.
She swats my hand away, trying once more to move, but I pin her between the bed and me. Using my knee, I scoot her legs apart. “Like now.” I lick her bottom lip.
“Curious for what?”
“To see how hard it’ll make you come.”
She moans, her body melting into mine when I finally slip inside her jeans. “J-Jasper,” she mutters as I flick her bean.
“You’re wet,” I whisper into her ear, still petting her hardening bud.
I don’t know if she realizes it, but she pushes against me, all the while spreading her legs farther. As if a part of her wants me to stop and the other side begs to be pleased. I withdraw my hand, and she sighs, disappointment evident in her tone. She peers at me, and I step backward, locking the door without breaking our gaze.
I inch closer, rubbing my hand over my erection.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Pants off and lay back on the bed.”
She swallows. “JJ’s awake. We cannot use that thing; he’ll hear me.” She shies away.
I’m in front of her now, already working to undo her pants. “Then you better be quiet.”
Latoya doesn’t say anything else. Instead, she allows me to undress her. First, I get rid of her jeans, then her t-shirt goes next. I notice how hard her nipples are, poking through the smooth material of her bra.
“Take it off.” I point my chin at her bra.
One strap at a time, she removes it and lets it fall on the edge of the bed. When I step closer, she crawls back onto the mattress, propping her knees up and spread open. I climb between her thighs and kiss her.
Then I trail love marks down her neck and suck her flesh into my mouth while I make my way over her breast. She arches when my tongue meets her nipple, and it grows harder in my mouth. I release her with a wet slopping sound and replace my lips with the cup of her stimulator.
“Um.” She grinds beneath me and tries to undo my pants.