Page 40 of Take A Number
I did not see that coming.
“Are you fucking with me, Donahue?”
She shakes her head. “I think this is the perfect solution to a very obvious problem.”
“Um…okay.”Look, I never claimed sainthood, alright!
Norah scurries into the bathroom faster than a fucking ninja. She returns to bed in five seconds flat and is smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. She scoots under the covers and lays on her back, her hands clutching the device to her chest nervously.
She chews her lip for a long moment and then looks over to me. “I’d feel better if you were doing it too.”
“I’m afraid I forgot to pack my pink vibrator,” I croak, assuming she’s going to chicken out and I’m going to have to take an ice-cold shower right the fuck now.
She reaches over and shoves me with her hand. “I mean…you know…you take care of yourself while I take care of myself.”
Once again,I did not see that coming.
I nod my agreement like a caveman, because I’ve lost all intelligent vocabulary on account of all the blood rushing to my already stone-hard dick. This woman is seriously going to kill me.
She nods subtly and both of us move our hands beneath the covers. I slip my hand inside my pants and fist my cock gently because I’m already on the verge of blowing it, and she hasn’t turned her damn vibrator on yet. Suddenly, the light buzz of her toy echoes in the room and she exhales a trembling breath as her hand begins to move beneath the covers. Her eyes close as she rolls her head into the pillow and arches beneath the covers. I glance down and see a tiny thrusting action coming from where her hand is moving.
I pump myself slowly, biting my lip and imagining the feel of her skin touching mine. Of her breath hot on my ear as I push into her wet, slick heat. It’s intense and it’s all concealed under this massive blanket. The only thing that makes what we’re doing obvious is the rustling of fabric and the buzzing of her toy. We’re like two fucking teenagers, alone in the dark, too embarrassed to actually watch what we’re doing.
But I’m not a teenager.
I’m a grown fucking man.
“I want to see you,” I husk, my voice raw with desire. “I want to see what you’re doing to yourself.”
Her blue eyes flutter open as she turns to look at me, her eyes glancing down to the tent I’m pitching and then looking to me nervously. She nods her agreement and pulls her hand out from beneath the covers. Sitting up in the bed, she reaches behind her and pulls my shirt off her body and then lies back down, the blanket still covering her lower half.
“I want to see you too.” She repeats my words back to me, and it takes every muscle in my body not to let go of my cock, roll on top of her, and fuck her senseless.
But it’s better this way. It’s naughtier and more forbidden. It might be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done with a girl.
I kick the blankets off both of us and push my loungers down. The weight of my erection causes my strained cock to flop onto my belly.
“Holy shit,” she croaks, chewing her lip excitedly as she stares at me. “How do you wear those tight pants all the time with that anaconda?”
My stomach tightens with laughter. “I get them tailored all the way up to my balls so there’s just enough room.” I grab myself and stroke once, head nodding to her hands. “Keep going, boss. This is getting good.”
She smiles shyly and lies back, flicking on her vibrator again before slipping it under the thin fabric of her panties. She’s moving quicker now, wasting no time as she ramps herself back to where she left off.
My eyes drift to her nipples, rock-hard little pink buds straining against the sheer fabric.I will bite those nipples tomorrow, I lament and speed up my hand as I notice her breaths increasing and her little noises getting louder and louder. She struggles between closing her eyes and riding her pleasure to watching me as I sit up on my elbow and pump myself like it’s my last dying wish.
“I’m close,” she cries, her back off the bed now as she moans a deep sound. She wiggles the vibrator along her clit in quick, swift motions, her forearms tight with the effort.
“Look at me when you come, sugar tits,” I command, my voice leaving no room for argument. “I need to see you fully let go.”
Her wide, wanting eyes lift to meet mine and I wince as I try to hold off. I’m close too, so fucking close. But I can’t blow it before her. I need to see her lose herself just once…I need to cement the image of her writhing in pleasure into my brain forever.
“Oh God, Dean!” she cries out, her voice high-pitched and loud as her free hand fists the sheet and her legs begin to shake. Her lips part as she utters this long, weird noise that’s not exactly human sounding. She finally looks away and drops onto her back, her chest heaving as she struggles through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
My name on her lips when she loses herself might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. For years I’ve thought Norah was gorgeous from a distance. This perfect, untouchable, unbreakable snow globe. But seeing this other side to her…this sexually awakened essence beneath all the lists and organizing and business plans…it’s incredible. And it’s no wonder I couldn’t say no to her tonight.
I’m gripping my dick like a vise and the second I relax my hand, all the blood rushes to the tip and I’m jacking cum all over my belly and chest.
“Fuuuck, Norah,” I cry out as I fall onto my back, my entire body spring loaded as my cock pulses out the aftermath, dripping down my shaft and onto my groin. Jesus, I’ve completely lost myself next to this woman.
