Page 50 of The Night Before Grumpmas
She smirks, her gaze flitting between the toy in her hand and my face. “Okay, we’ll work with that,” she says, her voice dipping into a sultry tone as she leans back in her chair, camera tilted slightly, giving me a view of her bare thighs.
But instead of the small pink vibrator, she grabs Captain Buzz Lightmyyear. The size of it has me swallowing hard, my pulse racing as she proudly holds it up to the camera.
“Are you seriously going to use that?” I croak, staring at the monstrosity in her hands.
“Oh, I think I’m going to use Buzz for this,” she purrs, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You want to watch, don’t you?”
I feel a groan rumble deep in my chest as I nod, my eyes glued to the screen. “Turn it on,” I command, my voice low. “Let me hear it.”
She flicks the switch, and the deep, rumbling vibration fills the space. It’s loud, powerful—just like I imagined. She bites her lip, teasing the toy in front of the camera before lowering it out of view. My breath hitches in anticipation.
“Put it against your clit,” I say, my tone rough with desire. “Let me see what it does to you.”
She adjusts the camera slightly, and now I can see her thighs parting. She spreads herself for me, positioning the massive vibrator between her legs. The moment it touches her, she lets out a soft moan, her body twitching at the sensation.
“That’s it,” I murmur, watching her closely, the tension building inside me. “Keep it there. Don’t move too fast.”
Her hand trembles as she holds the toy against her, and I can hear her breath coming in short, shaky gasps. “God . . . it’s so intense,” she whispers, her hips rolling ever so slightly against Buzz.
“You look so fucking hot,” I growl, my eyes glued to the screen. “Turn it up.”
She flicks the switch again, and the vibration gets louder, more powerful. Her moans get louder too, her body starting to tremble. She adjusts Buzz, pressing it harder against her clit, and I can tell she’s already close.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” I ask, my voice thick with arousal as I reach down, freeing myself from my boxers. “You’re going to come with that big fucking toy, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her head falling back as her free hand clutches the arm of the chair. “I’m so close.”
“Not yet,” I command, gripping myself as I stroke slowly, my hand matching her rhythm. “Hold off. I want to come with you.”
She bites her lip, trying to keep control, her hips rocking against Buzz, her body trembling. “I can’t . . . I can’t hold it . . .”
“Do it,” I growl. “Press it harder against your clit. I want to hear you scream.”
She follows my order, and her moans turn into breathless cries as she presses Buzz harder against her, the intensity building with every second. Her legs shake, her body quivering as she teeters on the edge.
“Come for me, Noelle,” I murmur, my hand moving faster now. “Come while I watch you fall apart.”
Her body tenses, her back arching, and then she falls. A loud, guttural moan escapes her lips as her orgasm takes over, her entire body shuddering uncontrollably. I watch, completely mesmerized, as she comes undone, her hips bucking against Buzz, the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
The sight of her losing control sends me over the edge, and I groan, my release hitting hard as I stroke myself, coming right there in sync with her. My breath is ragged, my body tightening as I ride out the sensation, her name spilling from my lips as I come.
For a few moments, the only sound is our heavy breathing, both of us spent, caught in the aftermath of our shared release.
“Damn,” she breathes, her voice soft and satisfied. “I think Buzz did the trick.”
I laugh, still trying to catch my breath. “Yeah . . . I’d say so.”
She grins at the camera, her eyes gleaming with mischief again. “You might want to step up your game, babe. Buzz here is giving you a run for your money.”
I shake my head, smiling despite myself. “I’ll be there in twenty. We’ll see who wins this round.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jacob: I thought your parents were going to stay in Boston overnight.
Noelle: (inserts laugh)
Jacob: It’s not funny, Noelle.
