Page 74 of Good Vibes Only
Her heavenly laughs sounded like a honeyed growl. She laughed so hard, she fell over, and her head hit the pillow next to mine. God, I loved making that girl laugh.
“They’re not Easter eggs, okay!” she said, and cuddled up next to me. “These are Tenga Eggs. They’re masturbators.”
“Masturbators.” I snickered. “How am I supposed to masturbate with an egg?”
“Lemme show you!”
She opened the package, grabbed an egg, and tore off its plastic film. The egg container itself popped open, revealing a squishy, translucent egg nestled on the inside.
“Hm, well, that looks a lot more fuckable than a hard plastic egg,” I said, my curiosity suddenly piqued. “But still, I don’t see how I’m supposed to use it.”
She turned the jiggly egg upside down and showed me the bottom. “It’s got a hole in it, see?”
“Ahhhhh, sothat’swhere I stick my dick,” I said playfully. “It’s kinda small, though, isn’t it? I mean, it might feel nice on the head, but what about the rest of my dick?”
“Here. Watch.” She squeezed a dollop of lube into the hole and positioned it over the tip of my cock.
I held my breath and watched as she plunged my cock into the jelly egg. (Words I never thought I’d say, eh.)
She pulled down, and I let out a grunt of surprise at how good that thing felt; it was silky soft and smooth, and tightly hugged my glans as I entered it. But my groans turned to moans when McKayla kept pulling down—and the elastic sleeve expanded, stretchingallthe way down to the base of my cock.
“Oooooooh,” I groaned, my nerves tingling with unexpected bliss. Hell, that thing felt almostas good as her mouth.
Her happy giggle sounded like a song. “How’s that feel?”
“Pretty … damn … good,” I grunted between strokes.
Cuffed to the bed, all I could do was lie there and moan as McKayla pumped and corkscrewed the sleeve up and down my length. She didn’t waste any time finding the perfect rhythm—hard and unrelenting—that threatened to break me. I was kinda embarrassed at how fast she was going to make me blow my load.
But as soon as my balls began to rise, and an urgent pressure crept higher up my length,yoink,McKayla swiped the sleeve completely off of me. Abandoned, my manhood throbbed in the air, agonizing over the incredible climax that she’d cruelly taken away.
“Mac! Why?!” I gasped. “I was just about to come …”
She giggled. “I know. But I don’t want you to come yet. I have other plans for you.”
“Holy shit. You’re amazing,” I panted. The prospect of more torture had my eyes rolling in the back of my head. “And those eggs are pretty amazing, too.”
“You really like it?!” Her eyes lit. “Think you’ll bring it with you on your road trip, then?”
“Sure, I’ll give ’em a try.”
“Great! Oh wait, one last thing. Another reason they’re good for travel is that they’re disposable, too.” She proved it by pitching the sleeve directly into the trash can. “After you use it, you toss it.”
“Ahh.” I cracked a grin. “Just like a real girl, then.”
Her eyes narrowed at me and her face hardened. I gritted my teeth, knowing she would get me back—but man, I couldn’t help myself. As much as I loved making her laugh, I equally loved giving her a hard time. But only because I knew she could take it—and secretly, between you and me? I think she likes bantering as much as I do.
“Brett Allred,” she said, and I could hear it in her voice—she was trying not to laugh. “You would be wiseto remember I have you handcuffed right now.”
“Oh yeah? What’s a little thing like you gonna do to me?” I asked, but my smug grin disappeared when she clamped down on both my nipples and began to twist.
“AHH!” I yelped, squirming helplessly. “IT WAS A JOKE! A JOKE! I’M SORRY!”
“Apology accepted.” She wore a victorious smile. “I know you didn’t mean it. But I couldn’t let you make a joke like that without inflicting a little pain, mm.”
“I mean, you put that one on a platter for me. Ihadto, Mac. Had to.”
She rolled her eyes. “Anyway.” She reached into her gift bag and set an unopened container of Tenga eggs on my chest. “Here. These are for you.”
