Page 10 of Before You Can Blink (Rust Canyon #4)
“You want to use my vibrator on me?” The way she kept asking, like it was the most insane idea she’d ever heard, told me no man who had come before me gave a single damn about her pleasure.
It made me irrationally angry, the thrum of rage only serving to heighten the throbbing of my cock buried deep between her plush thighs .
“No.” I shook my head before clarifying, “I want to use your vibrator together.”
She choked out a surprised laugh. “Together?!”
“I’m not coming until you do, darlin’. Simple as that.”
Shifting beneath me, Daisy attempted to sit up.
When she ran into my solid chest, and I didn’t budge, an exasperated huff sounded.
Pulling back, I gave her the space to reposition her body but didn’t withdraw enough that it severed our connection—that was very much still intact, and fuck if I didn’t want to live inside her.
Peeking up at me shyly through thick black lashes, she asked, “You seriously won’t get off if I don’t?”
I gave a firm nod. “It’s non-negotiable.”
Daisy must’ve finally gotten the memo that I wasn’t about to budge on this point because she jerked her chin over her shoulder. “Bedside drawer.”
As a reward, I gripped the back of her neck before hauling her in for a sizzling kiss. Her soft hands trailed fire over my bare skin as I drank deeply, claiming her mouth in the same way I planned to claim the rest of her. With a little help, of course.
Breaking away, I slid from her warmth to pad around the mattress and retrieve the item that she had explained was necessary for her to achieve orgasm.
“Whoa.” My eyes widened when I pulled the drawer open.
Daisy covered her face, groaning into her palms. “Oh God.”
“Surprised you can get this thing closed; it’s jam-packed.” Lifting a realistic silicone cock, I gave it a slow appraisal before setting it down and exchanging it for a wand-like apparatus with a bulbous head. “One’s not enough? ”
Rolling onto her belly, she crawled closer, snatching the wand out of my hand and clutching it against her chest and sassing, “Don’t you dare judge me.”
I shook my head on a laugh. “I’m not judgin’, honey, just curious.
All I’ve got is Righty here”—I waved my right hand—“to get the job done, and it works the same every time. Girl parts are a hell of a lot more complicated, so I guess it makes sense they’d require more tools.
” Gesturing to the wand she held, I asked, “That one your favorite?”
A flush of pink started at her chest before working its way up her neck and onto her cheeks. Gaze dropping, she nodded. “Yeah.”
“Great.” Curling my fingers in a gimme motion, I commanded, “Give it here.”
Reluctantly, she placed it in my waiting palm. After giving it a once-over, I pressed the power button, my eyebrows raising at the powerful vibrations that rolled up my forearm when I clutched the handle tighter.
Daisy was kneeling on the bed before me, her lower lip trapped between straight white teeth.
Instead of picking up right where we’d left off, I decided to warm her up again.
Extending the wand, I trailed the vibrating head across her collarbone, teasing down her sternum.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her panting breaths audible when I came ever closer to her nipples before backing away.
Head lolling back, she arched her back to push her breasts out. “Stop teasing.”
“But it’s so much fun,” I retorted, my voice gone husky again.
“For you, maybe.” Her hips shifted, betraying her desperation for me to ease the ache I stoked between them.
A grin curved on my lips as I dragged the wand lower, bringing it to rest just above her mound—so close and yet so far away from where she needed it.
A surge of power coursed through my veins, knowing I held her pleasure literally in my hand as I wielded the device that would send her soaring when placed just so.
Done playing, Daisy gripped my wrist, forcing me to bring the vibrator between her thighs. A sigh of relief slipped past her lips as her hips began rocking in a steady rhythm.
For a minute, I simply stared at her, watching on as a spectator as she chased her pleasure. With her eyes closed, I could almost pretend as if I was bearing witness to the private moments when she did this alone.
God, she was pretty like this. Flushed and breathless and moaning.
But I wanted more. I didn’t just want to see her fall apart. I wanted to feel it.
When I pulled the wand away, Daisy let out a whine of protest, but I shushed her with a finger placed over her lips. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
Gently, I urged her onto her back as I climbed onto the mattress. Hovering over her, I brought my lips a breath away from her ear. “Let’s try this again.”
Rising to my knees, I gripped my cock, groaning as I rubbed the head through her lower lips, coating it in her arousal before sinking inside.
I almost thought maybe I’d imagined how insanely hot and tight her pussy was, but now that it was stretched around me again, there was no denying it.
Euphoria raced through my bloodstream as the warning flutters of the orgasm I’d denied when removing the vibrator from her cunt rippled around my shaft.
I needed to get her off fast; the build-up had me on edge.
Maintaining my kneeling position, I retrieved the vibrator, pressing it to her clit. I groaned when the electronic pulses settled deep in my balls. Fuck. It was so, so good .
Daisy writhed beneath me, her head thrashing against the sheets, her unfiltered moans of ecstasy music to my ears. This was what we’d been missing before. How had I missed that?
“This better, baby?” I thrust into her so hard it drove her up the bed.
“Yes. God, yes,” she cried out, her voice heightening in pitch the closer she drew to climax.
“You gonna come for me? Soak my cock while you squeeze the life out of it when you do?” I gritted out, my control hanging by the thinnest of fraying threads.
The sharp gasp that split the air was the only warning I got before Daisy went off like a firecracker, the display brilliant enough to light up the night sky. Even though sweat ran into my eyes, I kept them wide open, memorizing the expression of bliss etched on my girl’s face.
When the tremors wracking her body finally petered out, she smacked the vibrator away.
A dark chuckle slipped past my lips as I bent down to lick a path from her navel to her neck, coming to a stop beside her ear. “What’s the matter, honey? Too sensitive?”
“Yes,” she panted out.
I nipped her earlobe, musing, “I wonder . . .”
“What?”
“If I can get you there again, all on my own, now that you’re primed and ready for me.”
“Jett, I don’t think—“ Her words turned into a shrill scream when I snapped my hips, pounding into her without mercy.
Hitching one of her thighs over my forearm, I spread her wide open, grinding my pelvis against her clit upon impact when we crashed together .
“Jett! Oh God!” Her nails pierced the flesh of my shoulders as she clung to me, hanging on for dear life as I slammed into her ruthlessly, finally free to unleash the beast that had been kept caged until she found her release.
Beyond words, the only sounds that came from me were rough grunts and groans.
Blood roared in my ears, muting my hearing until I grew deaf to her cries of ecstasy.
But there was no denying the way her pussy clamped down on my cock in tandem with the convulsions of the body beneath me.
Male pride surged in my veins at being the first man to have brought her to orgasm without a toy, and I finally let go.
Roaring, I came so hard my vision blurred, pumping into her until I was empty and then a few more times after that for good measure.
With sweat coating every inch of my skin, I collapsed beside her, my hand falling to her breasts that had been woefully neglected. I made a mental note to remedy that next time. I already knew I could spend hours worshiping those creamy swells with my tongue and teeth.
The tiny room was humid; the scent of sex hung heavily in the air, and I sucked in as deep a lungful of it as my heaving chest would allow.
Daisy’s hand grazed my abs, and I turned my head to the side. With dark hair plastered to her forehead and her skin dewy and pink, she’d never looked more beautiful.
Swallowing, she licked her lips before asking, “Does casual mean no spending the night?” There was a hopeful lilt to her voice.
“Casual means anything we decide it does. Do you want me to stay?”
Blue eyes, still clouded with lust, met mine. “Yes, please.”
Pulling her into my side, I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Then, I’ll stay.”
I kept to myself that it wasn’t much of a hardship because I wasn’t ready to let her go.