Page 169 of Fielder's Choice

“Stay right here,” he commands. He walks across the room, hard cock bobbing as he moves, until he reaches my bag, fishing through until he finds the bright pink vibrator he gifted me months ago.

“What are you doing with that?” I ask as he joins me back on the bed, repositioning us so he’s leaning against the headboard and I’m on my knees facing him.

“You’re going to fuck Delaney first,” he says emphatically. “Ride this silicone cock while I watch and imagine what it’s going to feel like when it’s me, and I’ll let you have my cock after that.” My breath catches at how bold he is, and he immediately starts to worry. “Shit, are you okay with that? Am I pushing too far?”

I smile and lean over to kiss him. “You’re fine, Lane. Just still surprised by how blunt you are sometimes.” He still holds Delaney in one hand, so I wrap mine around his wrist and bring it between my legs. “Hold it right here.”

He watches me intently as I slowly lower myself onto the silicone, pausing when I’ve taken in what I can. It’s not enough to satisfy me much anymore. Lane fills me so much better.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, pushing the buttons now to turn on the rotating shaft and vibrating rabbit ears.

“Ohshit,”I cry, letting the sensations wash over me.

“Ride it, baby,” he demands. “Push up and down on your knees and get yourself off.”

I immediately push up and then sink back down, letting out a low moan as I do. “Fuck.”

“Does that feel good?” Lane asks, increasing the vibrations.

“Yes,” I sigh. “But you feel so much better, baby.”

“Fuck,” he mutters as I start moving again, and Lane wraps a hand around his shaft and begins to lightly stroke. “It’s so hot watching you fuck your toy, Olive.”

“Rather have you,” I groan.

“Then make yourself come, Ballerina. Soak that toy so you can soak my cock after.”

Lane increases the vibrations again, and I’m so close to the edge. I push up a few more times before slamming myself back down, letting the rabbit ears tease my clit, and I explode around the silicone inside of me.

“Good girl,” he coos, turning off the vibrator and tossing it down the bed, where it then loudly tumbles to the floor. He pays that no mind, though, as he quickly straightens his back against the headboard and pulls me on top of him. “You’re doing that on my cock next.”

He grips his shaft as I spread my legs over his thighs, and then I kiss him as I quickly sink down on him, taking in all of him in just one motion with how slick I am after my orgasm.

“Lane…” I groan, rocking my hips over him. “You feel incredible.”

“Fuck, Liv,” he moans, hands on my hips as he helps me keep steady while I move. “I love watching the way your pussy swallows my cock. You take me so fucking well, baby.”

I look down to where we’re joined to see what he sees, and I salivate at the sight. Watching him slide in and out of me is so incredibly hot.

“You see how wet my cock is, Olive?” he grunts. “You’re fucking soaking me already.” I moan loudly and throw my head back as I continue to move. “God, I love watching your tits bounce as you ride me. My name on your back with those perfect fucking tits in my face.”

Lane leans forward and sucks a nipple into his mouth. “Yes, Lane!”

He repeats the action on the other side, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak. “I fucking love hearing you scream my name,” he groans, crashing his lips to mine, quickly sliding his tongue inside.

For a few moments longer, we stay like this—tongues dancing together while I ride him like he’s a damn toy. When we part our lips, I lean my head against his shoulder as he starts thrusting up into me.

“Yes,” I pant. “Just like that. That’s so good.”

“Your pussy was made for me, Olive. Goddamn.”

I kiss my way across his collarbone before curiosity gets the better of me. I lightly sink my teeth into his skin.

Lane gasps and stops moving. “Did you just… bite me?”

“Um, yes?”

“Why?”

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