Page 68 of The Way We Fell

I don’t know what I expected him to say, but it wasn’t that. I think my eyebrows fall all the way off my face. I exhale a shaky breath, lowering my hand. I swipe one finger slowly through my folds, unsurprised to find myself drenched already, and I bring it up to my clit to apply gentle pressure.

“You like it slow, huh?”

“Sometimes,” I admit. “Sometimes I start slow. Sometimes I just want to pretend you’re fucking me like a feral animal.” I circle my clit with my fingertip, my whole body jumping and quivering as I brush against the sensitive nerves. He swallows hard, eyes fixed on my hand.

“Do you ever slide your fingers inside and pretend they’re mine?” His voice is a low whisper, and it’s electrifying, sending entire swarms of butterflies into my belly. A whimper falls from my lips. I follow his suggestion, pushing two fingers inside myself and moaning wantonly. My head falls back and my eyes slam closed.

“Eyes on me, Princess.”

I force my eyes open to see Jay watching me intently. He’s fisting his dick, stroking himself, eyes impossibly dark with desire. I exhale shakily. I don’t think I’ve ever fingered myself in front of anyone before. For all the times we’ve been together, this might be the most erotic thing I’ve done. I twist my fingers and feel my walls flutter.

“Do you like to imagine my dick inside you?”

“Yessss,” I hiss. “Sometimes I use a toy.” I try to keep my eyes open, but between seeing the effect I’m having on Jay, and the way my fingers are playing my body just right, it’s harder and harder to see anything at all. Another moan leaves my lips as my fingers probe a magical spot inside my pussy.

“Where are they?”

I fling my free arm towards my bedside table.

“Drawer,” I choke out. “Basket.”

Jay yanks the drawer almost off its runners in his haste to find my toy collection, and he empties the basket onto the bed beside me.

“Which one’s your favourite, Princess? Which one reminds you of my dick the most?”

“Green,” I gasp. He selects the neon green silicone toy with one hand and returns the other to his dick. He’s leaking, thick and red and glistening, and it’s all for me, my brain says. I smirk, sliding my fingers in and out and gasping out loud.

“Don’t you dare remove those fingers,” he warns. He slides himself closer, dick still held tightly in a fist, and presses the tip of my toy against my folds. I shudder as the action pushes my fingers deeper. Jay notches the toy at my entrance, rubbing it against my knuckles, and then suddenly, it’s inside me, stretching me. A yelp and then a whimper escapes me as Jay begins to slide the toy in and out, slowly and then firmly, rhythmically. It’s driving me fucking wild. I can’t think anymore.

“Fuck, I’m so full,” I moan. “Jay, fuck.”

“Touch yourself for me, Princess,” he demands between heavy breaths. “That’s what I’d do if I were inside you.” The movements of the toy are quickly becoming erratic and his breathing is getting heavier.

I bring my free hand to my sex, using two fingers to circle against my clit. I moan loudly, a sound I barely recognise as mine as every sensation works to overwhelm me. Jay leans forward to capture one of my nipples between his teeth, tugging lightly and then flicking it repeatedly with his tongue.

“That’s it, Princess,” he gasps, tearing his mouth from my chest. “Touch yourself, make yourself come. I want to see my filthy slut make a mess of this toy the way she makes a mess of my dick.”

He moves his mouth to my other nipple as I move my fingers furiously, strumming at my clit with one hand and sliding in and out of my core with the other. Jay’s movements are wild as he thrusts the silicone dick in and out of me, pressing it up against my fingers and my inner walls. I’m close. My body trembles and clenches, my inner walls grip my toy and my fingers together, fluttering wildly.

“Jayyyy,” I whisper, his name a long moan as he pushes the toy against that magical spot again. “Jay, I’m gonna come.”

He grunts as I flick my fingers against my clit again and again. Between my over-sensitive nerves and Jay’s grunts and moans, it’s enough to topple me, and I fall. I’m flying, winged and boneless as my fingers continue to play my body while it quivers and quakes.

The toy stills suddenly before jerking again, and Jay moans my name. I tear my eyes open, finding him through the haze of my orgasm, to see thick, white ribbons coating his hand and belly, spurting from the head of his dick as he continues to stroke himself, breathing heavily. His eyes are heavy and a self-satisfied smile plays at his lips.

“Fuck, Katy,” he breathes. “You’re fucking incredible.”

My brain is in overdrive, trying to latch on to every sensation at once as my fingers continue to move on and inside me, seemingly out of my control. Jay slides the toy through my folds slowly, languidly, lazily. I can’t see, I can’t think. My lips curve in a lazy smile. He always calls me Princess. But he just called me Katy.

Chapter thirty-five

Jay

IleadCamintothe lockup, locking the rolling door open to let some daylight into the windowless box. Against one wall, a long painter’s table holds an assortment of tools, with a plastic chair and a crate of bottled water pushed underneath. In the middle, and taking up most of the space, is my 1971 Dodge Challenger R/T. She cost a pretty penny, and even more to have her imported from the States, but she’s a beauty. The bane of my very existence and in need of extensive restoration, but a beauty nonetheless. I roll back the tarp to reveal my pride and joy.

“Nice,” Cam says lowly, walking slowly around the front of the car. Once the tarp is free, I fold it into a rough square and toss it under the table. “Are those wheels stock?”

“Custom. WELD S81s. I had Amie help me ship ‘em over.”

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