Page 56 of Almost Rotten

Slowly, with his full focus on me, I open the drawer of my nightstand and pull out a vibrator.

I pop open the clamshell case and remove my favorite toy.

Eyeing him, I make a show of bending it just how I like it. The wider end goes inside my body, then the suction side curves around to hook on to my clit.

I hold his gaze as I put the bulbous end into my mouth, swirl my tongue around it, remove it slowly, then spit on it for good measure.

Still locked in his gaze, I turn on the toy.

One side of it buzzes to life, the low hum inspiring a Pavlovian response low in my belly. Warmth and wetness gather in my core.

I tease the toy up my inner thigh, then fall back onto the sheets.

The one end slips between my pussy lips with ease. My body welcomes the intrusion, greedily sucking it into position while sparks of desire ignite in my core.

“Fuck,” I whimper when the vibrating nub hits my G-spot just right.

I’m a liar. My refractory period is nonexistent. This amped up, I could come again in seconds. Plus, it’s Ty. He’s starred in most of my solo session fantasies for years. Now, he’s not a figment of my imagination. He’s right here, watching me.

Clenching my inner walls, I stave off the mounting pleasure.

Sure, I could fuck myself to orgasm like this. But that’s not what I love most about this particular toy.

I try to hold still, to keep my hips planted and my body from trembling too badly, as I twist the bendy part of the vibrator and line it up with my clit.

Instantly, I have to squeeze my eyes closed.

In the darkness, I find the man that always watches me when I let my mind wander. Dark, bottomless irises. Sharp cheekbones. That perpetual scowl.

“Ty,” I pant. I fumble as I click on the second side of the vibrator. Pulsating pulls clamp around my clit.

The suction. The tightness. It’s too much and not enough and perfect. So fucking perfect.

My body holds the toy in place as pleasure coils tighter in every limb. My hands drift back to my breasts, my nipples aching for attention.

“Fuck,” Ty groans, the curse a heady reminder that he’s not just in my fantasy right now.

He’s here. He’s watching me.

I want him to do so much more than just watch.

Head lolled to the side, I open my eyes. When our gazes connect, my pussy spasms, desperate for him, so ready to fall over the edge again.

With my arm outstretched, I beckon him closer. “Here,” I say through breathy pants.

Brows knit together, he leans forward, but he doesn’t get up.

My skin sizzles when our fingertips touch, the caress sending targeted sparks to the deep hollow of my belly where my orgasm continues to build.

“What is this?” he demands, inspecting the quarter-size device that matches the color of the toy latched on to my body.

I give him a coy smile. “That’s the remote.”

His eyes go comically wide, providing a little reprieve from the intensity of the buildup.

“This one—for the inside?” He clicks the first button twice, creating an intense rumble inside my pussy.

“Fuck.” I tug on my nipples as my ass rises off the bed in response.