Page 67 of Sweeper
And then, just as I prepare to let go, he moves the device, leaving behind a wake of sad, wanting flesh. I bite my lip, my patience struggling as he continues to do this over and over. He finds a spot, I feel a build, and then he moves. It’s maddening honestly.
Finally, my temper snaps, and I reach down and grab the device out of his hand.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, his eyes gazing down at me in confusion as steam billows all around us.
“You keep moving,” I state firmly, shocked at how confident my voice is at this moment.
“That’s kind of the idea,” he argues, his head tilting curiously at me.
I shake my head and wipe the water off my face. “No, I don’t think it is. It feels like this.” I glance around, trying to find a prop to demonstrate my point. My shampoo bottle has a large teal lid, so I untwist it and hold it upside down, so it’s like a tiny shot glass.
Zander hits me with his crooked smile as I hold the vibrator between us. “Imagine this is a bottle of really expensive alcohol, okay?”
He huffs out a laugh. “Okay…”
“And you’re the one pouring me a shot.” I hold up the vibrator like I’m pouring liquid out of its tip and put the cap underneath. “The cap is my clit.”
“Got it.” Zander doesn’t sound amused anymore, but he also doesn’t sound irritated. He appears intrigued.
I pretend to pour out of my vibrator, moving it all over the place while my cap desperately chases after the wild stream of liquid that isn’t holding still. The point I’m showing Zander is that every time he starts to hit my cap, he moves, and I miss out on valuable alcohol.
Zander closes his hand over my shampoo lid. “Ducky, are you saying you want to drive?”
“Yes, I believe I am,” I reply, my body on edge from being teased mercilessly for the past few moments.
He laughs and shakes his head, moving to the opposite wall of the shower. His erection is throbbing between us as he glances down at my breasts covered in water. He grips his shaft in his hands and slowly begins to stroke himself as a heated look darkens his face. “Then just let me watch you, sweetheart.”
I inhale sharply at the surprising term of endearment when his Boston accent, that I don’t normally notice, becomes more prominent. The sight of him standing there stroking himself as he gazes at me is so erotic, I’m not sure I even need the vibrator anymore.
Then again, I hate to waste a nice present.
Eyes locked on Zander’s cock, I flatten myself against the glass and prop one foot up on the small ledge in the shower. I press the vibrator to my clit and work my way through a couple of settings until I find the one I like. I move it around for a moment, searching the place that Zander passed over and over.
When I hit it, I gasp and hold it firmly in place, my eyes struggling to stay open to watch Zander as he begins pumping faster and faster in front of me.
“Oh, my God,” I exclaim, my voice echoing loudly off the glass walls.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Zander growls, his voice gruff. “Let yourself go. Show me how you come for yourself.”
His empowering words tip me over the edge, and I feel like I’m free-falling as a tingling warmth erupts from my center, fanning out through my pelvis and into my limbs, all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. I don’t realize I’m groaning a loud, long note until I open my eyes and see Zander staring at me. His hand is still on his dick, his eyes hooded as he watches me with rapt fascination.
“You’re incredible,” he husks, his voice strained along with his awestruck face.
I struggle to catch my breath, my eyes blinking in shock at his bizarre choice of compliment. He could have said anything else. He could have called me sexy or cracked a joke and teased me for coming so fast. But he didn’t. He chose to describe me in a way that has very little to do with my appearance.
It’s…unexpected.
Without pause, I drop to my knees in front of him and take his wet cock deep into my mouth.
“Daphney,” he grunts, surprise evident in his tone as his hand touches the back of my head. “You don’t have to.”
But I want to. That’s the thing. I want to harness this confidence, this power, this sexual awakening I’m feeling and never ever let it go. I grab Zander’s hips and pump my lips over him, dragging my tongue firmly along the base of his shaft. The noises I’m eliciting from his body are exhilarating.
Never having an orgasm seems a little thing to fret about missing out on my entire life. But it’s not just the orgasm that shifted something inside me these past couple of weeks. It’s the orgasm and the jingle and living on my own and having a casual affair with someone.
All of this feels like I’m finally done overthinking everything. I’m taking my bloody life back at last. And I’m not letting anyone mess with it ever again.
Zander
