Page 57 of Better Left Unsaid

It was a turquoise-colored penis with a curved tip. Dom bought me a vibrator.

I widened my eyes and smacked my lips together, raising my gaze to look at him. “I have to say I did not think this was what you bought me. I don’t get it. Are you trying to tell me our little arrangement is coming to an end?” I raked my bottom lip between my teeth, letting my gaze fall to his cock.

Grinning, he held my hand in his and lightly rubbed the pad of his thumb over the inside of my hand. “Nope. My cock is yours for the taking anytime you want it.”

I licked my lips. “I think I like that,” I returned, looking pleased. “Got any ideas how we can make this a toy we both like playing with?”

“That’s the whole idea.” He tilted his head toward the box. “Open that thing, and I’ll show you.”

“Oooh! We get to play with it now?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Hell yeah.”

“We’ll need lube,” Dom pointed out.

But I was already up and opening the box. You know the kids that had to test their toys out on Christmas? They couldn’t wait? They had to play with all of them almost immediately? Yep, that was me, and there was no way I wasn’t playing with this one right damn now. At his words, I shifted directions and ran toward the stairs. “I’ll get it and meet you in my bedroom,” I called, practically out of earshot already.

Dom was going to have to motor if I had anything to say about it.

I grabbed the lube and swung the door open to my room, finding Dom sitting on my bed, waiting for me.Such a good man.

I tossed both the lube and toy into his hands. “Let’s have some fun.”

While he applied the lube, I read the back of the box. “The curved tip is for G-spot stimulation, and it delivers targeted vibration, and now that I know I can orgasm, this is going to be fun.”

“That’s the idea,” he replied, chuckling.

Looking at it, I couldn’t help the thought that popped into my mind next. “It’s not as big as I’m used to lately, but I guess it’ll have to do.”

He growled, his knuckles getting white as he squeezed the toy tight. “Greedy, greedy, greedy. Even having this vibrator, you still want the benefits,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“If benefits is a euphemism for your cock, then I’ll just remind you that was the deal. And you just said—”

He grinned, and I couldn’t hold back the smile that was dancing across my lips. “Tell me, do you think about it often? How I stretch you out with every push into you? Have you been replaying the way it felt when you coated me with your liquid, and it dripped down me? How about how I shoot my heat deep inside you?”

While he was talking, I got busy, slipping my pants off. “You’ll never know.”

He looked up at me and smiled. “What did I say about panties?”

Feeling heat spread to my cheeks, I looked down and slipped them off, too. “Where do you want me?”

He stood and guided me to the foot of the bed. “Spread your legs for me.”

So, it was no secret I hated surprises, but this surprise I welcomed with open arms. Scratch that. Openlegs. My pussy pulsed as I waited for him to use the toy on me. “If I’m a good girl, will I get a bigger one?” I questioned, licking my lips once, twice, and a third time as he looked down at me with a smoldering gaze that said he wanted to ditch the toy and fuck me himself. I’d welcome that, too, just for the record.

“If you’re a good girl,” he promised. “Let’s see how you take this one first.” He sucked in a breath as I inched my hand down there. I needed relief, and he was taking too long.

Boy, three years ago I was straight up brilliant. I didn’t invent the concept of friends with benefits, but whoever had I wanted to kiss because they were my favorite person. Oh, and orgasming had made it ten times more fun.

Dom kneeled before me so he was squarely between my legs. “Your pussy is weeping. Every time I think you can’t want any more, you spread your legs and show me just how much your body aches for it.”

My fingers gripped the sheet as he came closer, as he brought the toy closer, the blood pumping in my ears. With one warm hand planted firmly on my inner thigh, he inched the vibrator right where I wanted it—to my clit. Only, he didn’t give me what I wanted. He teased me. I stifled a moan as he circled it multiple times.

I urged my pelvis up, trying to beg him to give me more, to stop teasing me already.

“You don’t like to be teased,” Dom noted his observation.

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