Page 33 of Pour Decisions
I press the toy against myself and shift my hand around so it’s not on the hot part of the shaft. It’s so old that it warms up, but I use it to let me know when to finish.
Am I melting my toy from the inside out? Maybe. But also, maybe I’m just using a bug as a fun little feature.
I clench, feeling myself get closer. I bite my bottom lip and hold my breath, feeling the wave start to crest. My toes curl and I’m moments away…
But the power goes out and there goes my orgasm. Instead I get a bootleg version of one, where everything shudders and clenches without any actual release.
“Fuck!” I groan, but not in the fun way I would have if the power hadn’t shorted.
It flickers back on moments later and I lay limp, staring at the ceiling. Every nerve ending in my body is buzzing like it’s about to catch on fire.
“Kat?” JD calls down the hallway, his footsteps fast. “Are you alright?”
I sit straight up and scramble to find my shorts.
“Yep! Fine!” I sound like I’ve just sucked down some helium. “Just startled! I’m great!”
His footsteps stop outside the door, and I hear Bubba’s claws tapping around out there too.
“You sure? I’ve had problems with that socket before—the one near the bed. Can I check it?” he asks.
I swear under my breath again and find my shorts, throwing them on, and yank the cord to the vibrator out of the wall. I jam it into the side table drawer and rush to open the door. JD is still in the shorts and a t-shirt he was wearing when he left, but he’s wet.
“You’re back already?” I ask, stepping aside and hoping he can’t tell what I’ve been up to.
My body is betraying me already, because I can’t stop looking at how his wet shirt clings to his shoulders and chest.
“It started to rain and Bubba hates being wet unless he’s getting a bath or going swimming.” He shrugs and walks toward the wall. My heart picks up and I hover. “What did you plug in?”
“Um…” My brain wipes completely clean. I’ve forgotten what objects can even be plugged into the wall in general. “Like…a thing…”
“A thing? A thing that requires a lot of power? Or something older?” he asks. His eyebrow creeps up as he looks me up and down.
I’m sure I look a mess—no bra, ancient t-shirt from a dance camp I was a counselor for, shorts that I should have tossed. Plus the aura of sexual frustration.
“Yeah, a thing,” I say instead of giving a good answer.
He accepts it, at least, and pokes around the outlet.
“It looks okay, but I’ll have to get the electrician in here to make sure that nothing behind the wall is messed up,” he says.
“Oh my god, I could have burned the house down,” I say.
“You didn’t know,” he says. “I should have warned you.”
“No, I should have known…”
He stands up fully. I’ve crept too close to him, so when he does, he towers over me. We’re way too close together, and all the nerve endings that were left orgasmless suddenly light up again. He looks down at me for a moment before his eyes drift to the side.
I hastily tried to slam the drawer shut, but the wand head of the toy kept it open. There’s no way he doesn’t know what it is, because we used the one I had before this together.
The tips of his ears get pink despite the rest of his expression remaining serious. His hands slide into his pockets and he opens his mouth like he wants to speak. But nothing comes out for an excruciatingly long time.
“I’ll…” He gestures vaguely toward the bed. “Leave you to it, I guess. Just avoid using that outlet until I can get it fixed."
He and Bubba leave. I wish I could leave too, but directly into a pit in the ground to never be seen again.
I sigh and sit down on the bed, pulling out the toy again. I click the on button, just to see if it’ll work.
