Page 36 of Overtime
“I don’t know if I can do this. Stick to the agreement. I think I might want you too much,” she confesses.
“You can handle it,” I say gruffly as I start to stroke faster. I want it to last, but I have to finish if I get out of this alive. “I’m close already. Listening to you. Fuck…”
She smirks and then grabs the vibrator, turning it on, and I raise an eyebrow.
“You trust me?”
“Yes.” I give her a questioning look.
She leans forward and places the vibrating tip between my balls and ass, and I nearly come out of my fucking skin at how good it feels and how fast it takes me to the edge. I stroke harder then, feeling the edge of my release coming quickly. I look up at her, giving her a half-hooded glare and cursing her for being so fucking clever all the time.
“I thought you’d like that,” she whispers. “You’re so fucking hot, Colt. Hard to believe you’re real sometimes.” Her eyes drift over me, her body inches from mine. It’s all it takes. With those words, I’m over the edge. Coming hard and fast. It sends a flood of fire through my limbs, and I swear I can feel the echoes of it in every single inch of my body.
She pulls the vibrator away, shutting it off, and I open my eyes. Her fingers slide along her thigh where I managed to catch her, swirling through my come and painting a trail down her leg. She presses the tips of her fingers to her tongue and licks, an evil grin as she does it.
“Not technically touching you.” She shrugs one shoulder.
“Holy fuck,” I curse as I collapse on the bed next to her.
“Vibrator would feel even betterinside, you know, but I figured that’s too much for you right now. We’ll have to work our way up to that. I can order one for you.”
“I don’t know about that.” I give her a skeptical look because having something in my ass was not at the top of my list of things to try right now.
“Okay. But never say never. You might like it.”
“Well I never thought I’d like pretend phone sex, but that was pretty fucking hot.”
“And messy. Your poor comforter.” She looks half despondent and half amused as she surveys the damage we’ve done.
“It’ll wash out.” I smile.
“About that bath…”
NINETEEN
Colt
“Right.Let me go add some more hot water. It’s probably getting cold, then you can get in.”
I need a minute in anyway. A moment to remind myself not to make confessions to Joss that she’s not ready to hear. I head to the bathroom, and sure enough, the bathwater is approaching tepid. I drain some of it and then restart the hot water.
“This bathtub is huge!” She gasps as she enters the room.
“Yeah. I wanted to be able to spread out in it and relax.”
“Looks like it was made for two.” She grins.
I wince internally because that had been a thought in my mind when I had it installed. I imagined a girlfriend or a wife. Someone I could come home to after games when I was beaten up and bruised. Climb into the tub with her.
Except every time I tried to imagine the beautiful blue-eyed blonde cheerleader who always flirts with me or one of the women I dated in the past in that role, she’d morph into a woman with black hair and bright green eyes. So I suppose it’s fitting that she’s the first to use it. Might as well permanently burn the image into the space.
“That too,” I answer, staring into the water.
“So you’ll join me then?” There’s a hopeful tone to her voice.
I should say no. It’s playing with fire. It’s one thing to fuck her with a vibrator while I watch her have pretend phone sex. Another if we’re climbing into the tub for an after-session. She must see the doubtful look on my face as I turn off the water.
“I’ll keep my hands to myself. I promise. I mean I can’t promise we won’t touch. But I’ll behave.” She grins at me.
