Page 14 of Provocation
He doesn’t move and the thing in his hand doesn’t touch me. I glance back again to find him staring at me with a blank expression. ‘What?’
He gives me one of those rare, wide grins. ‘Nothing.’
I frown but settle back down and wait. The vibe thing touches me again and I shudder as pulses travel through me, making me whimper into the bed.
‘How does that feel?’ he asks, spreading my pussy lips and seating the thing in deeper.
My response is a garbled string of sounds followed by a ‘don’t stop!’
‘I’m not going to stop unless you want me to,’ he says, ‘In fact…’
I feel something cold against my entrance. ‘What’s that?’
‘Just another little toy I picked up.’
‘It’s not going to suck out my insides, or anything, is it?’ I ask breathlessly, my hips rolling without me meaning them to.
I hear him huff another laugh. ‘No, baby, it’s just your run-of-the-mill dildo. Nothing glitzy.’
‘It’s cold.’
‘It’s glass.’
That doesn’t sound run-of-the-mill to me, but what do I know about sex toys? I add that to my mental list of things to search online.
He eases it into me, and I moan, the feeling of both things at once pushing me to the brink of pleasure faster than ever before.
‘Please,’ I whimper into the covers. ‘Please.’
He slides the dildo into me deeper and the pulses of the vibe increase, making my body shake, and I cry out as I climb higher and higher.
‘Come for me,’ he snarls just as I feel like I’m about to explode, and I scream into the bed as I fall over the cliff, my body enveloped by the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.
‘Good girl,’ he coos. ‘Want another one?’
‘No,’ I pant. ‘Pizza.’
He sniggers and the dildo’s movements slow.
‘Those were some loud noises, pretty girl,’ he murmurs. ‘Did you enjoy that?’
‘Mmm,’ I acquiesce, out of breath. ‘Almostas good as pizza.’
He snorts. ‘Lie to yourself if it makes you feel better.’
I hide my smile as the vibe decreases slowly until it stops, and I can practically feel his smug pride.
I’m a veritable puddle on my bed, panting and whimpering still as aftershocks make my legs tremble.
‘Good girl,’ he rumbles again, moving the toys away. I feel him bend down and I squeal as he licks me from my clit to the top of my ass.
‘Where did you get those?’ I ask hesitantly, turning onto my side so that I can see him properly.
‘Bought them,’ he says. ‘There’s a store in Richmond. They have lots of things I want to try.’
‘Like what?’
His grin is low and predatory, but it doesn’t scare me like Joe’s did.
