Page 71 of Good Vibes Only
“The monster?!” she shrieked, sounding surprised. “Wow, you really meant it when you said you’re not intimidated by toys in the bedroom, huh?”
I grinned. “Hell no. Like I told you earlier, I think it’s hot.”
“I believe you,” she said. Her smile slowly faded. “I’m sorry to disappoint, but I can’t start with that one. I have to work my way up to it. You have to catch me in the right mood to use that one.”
“Yeah? And what kind of mood would that be?” I asked, turned on.
Her voice hit a low and husky note. “The kind of mood where a girl needs a real good stretch …”
“Oh my God.” My eyes rolled back into my head. “You’re so hot, Mac.”
“Pick something smaller,” she said. “I want to warm up for you.”
I gulped.Right …
Nonetheless, I grabbed a smaller toy, which she approved of—“Great choice!”—and I lowered myself between her legs again.
I loved going down on McKayla. She tasted faintly like strawberries. Man, I could eat that pussy forhours—and with all those toys at my disposal, I very well might have done just that. I gave Mac one orgasm after another, working a toy in and out of her while I sucked her clit.
I learned real quick McKayla liked it hard, deep and fast—which wasn’t exactly helping my resolve with the issue I was secretly grappling with. All it took was a good, deep pounding with her toy before her muscles began to clamp down tight, and she’d warn, in that sexy, breathless murmur,“I-I’m coming …”
She came again and again, until the bed sheets beneath her bottom were completely soaked, and we’d worked our way up through her toys. Only “the monster” remained.
“No, I don’t want that one,” she said, shaking her head.
“No?”
“Not today. You know what I really want?”
“Hm?”
“I wantyou,Brett.”
She grabbed my cock and slid my head between her folds. Her silky folds were so hot and glistening and wet …
Oh God,I thought, my cock raging, begging me to bear down and sink my weight into her.
Did I want to fuck her?Duh.Of course I did.
But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
“McKayla, wait,” I said, shamefully squeezing my eyes shut.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her brow furrowing with worry.
I sighed.
I can’t believe you’re doing this,some part of me said.What’s wrong with you?!
But another part of me—the voice, deep down, that I’d been trying so hard to ignore—sensed it was the right thing to do.
I cleared my throat. “So, earlier, you said you don’t fuck on the first date.”
“No, I don’t. Buuut …” She trailed off and gave me her bedroom eyes. “I’m open to making an exception just this once.”
“Fuck,” I murmured hoarsely.
My poor, swollen cock ached. I’d been rock hard for what felt like hours now. Hell, technically, I think that qualified as some kind of medical emergency—but as much as I wanted to, I just couldn’t put myself out of my misery.
