Page 86 of Blocked Score

“You’re wet now, aren’t you?”

A liquid throb pulses behind my pelvis. I already was, but I’m even more so now after Lane’s question.

I nod. “Mhm,” I mewl.

“Show me. Put your finger down there and show me how soaked you are.”

I don’t know where this bossy attitude came from, but seeing Lane like this, all no-nonsense and demanding, is making me far too eager to do anything he tells me.

I push my hand down my shorts, running my finger along my wet slit, slicking it until my digit is coated. While my hand is down there, I can’t help drawing a circle around my clit. Aburst of pleasure shoots through me, and a moan pulls from my throat.

“Uh-uh,” Lane says, shaking his head admonishingly. “Not until I tell you to. Now pull your hand up and show me.”

The single burst of pleasure I got only winds me tighter once I take my hand away from my pussy. I’m going crazy with want to relieve the ache that’s growing stronger by the moment, and somehow I’m loving every second of it.

I hold my finger up for Lane to see. It glistens with my juices in the soft overhead light.

“Bet you’d like to use that toy now, wouldn’t you?”

The question alone is enough to make my stomach flip.

I nod.

“Use your words.”

Fuck me. Lane with his gravelly voice, his features hard-set and serious, being bossy and demanding like this makes me horny in a way that’s borderline concerning.

“Please,” I say. “I need to come so bad.”

A cocky curve twists on Lane’s mouth. “Take the toy and the computer to my bed.”

“Your bed?”

“My bed. That’s where you’re going to come.”

I’m buzzing as I take the toy in my hand and do what he says. In Lane’s room, I lie on his bed, positioning the camera on his mattress so he can see me.

“Take your shorts off,” he says.

I do.

“Put the computer between your legs and spread them for me so I can see you.”

Sparks bristle all over the surface of my body, my chest hitching with excitement. I’ve never done this before, and the experience has adrenaline lacing through my blood.

When I set the computer down between my parted legs, I see Lane’s eyes dip to my center. For just a second, he loses his composure, raking his palm over his face and growling an appreciative curse.

“Now let me see you make yourself come,” he rasps. “And remember who bought you that toy while you do.”

Pleasure fills my body when I apply the suction cup to my clit. My head presses against Lane’s pillow, filling me with the familiar scent of his shampoo, and that only sharpens the sensation. My back arches, hips rolling as waves of bliss crash through me.

“How is it?” Lane asks, his voice tight.

“So fucking good,” I say, half breathless. I don’t know how exactly this toy works, but this is a new sensation I’ve never felt before.

It’s thrilling, doing something new with Lane on the computer like this while feeling a new kind of pleasure from the toy.

The sensations are so intense that it’s not long before I feel a ball of tension pulsing deep inside me, announcing that my orgasm is close.

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