Page 95 of Get Over It, April Evans

She’d known she was in trouble the second she’d seen what Daphne was wearing for the play party earlier that evening. It was a simple black dress, but it wasshort, and April couldn’t stop thinking of getting underneath that hem. The thought had plagued her all the way to Concord, as they’d paid Stone and listened to their rundown about the house rules, and as they’d descended into the basement.

But then.

God, andthen.

Sasha, the little deviant, had totally set them up, but April wasn’t even bothered about that right now. Because the second Daphne had taken that feather in her hand, April leaning on that bench with the smile wiped right off her face, April was a goner.

Annihilated.

She’d do anything.

Say anything.

Be anyone.

April had always considered herself a top-leaning switch in the bedroom. She’d bottom for a hookup occasionally if that was what they wanted, but she’d always enjoyed being in charge more. Controlling the scene, calling the shots, making sure she got what she needed, particularly if her hookup was a cis man. She tried to stick to men who were queer in some way, as they tended to be more aware of what people with vaginas and clits actually required in bed, but generally, she found things went smoother if she directed the show.

Elena, naturally, had been top leaning when it came to sex, though most of their escapades in bed were pretty neutral. Hot and exciting, but neither one of them dominated or submitted fully. Honestly, Elena was a bit of a pillow princess, which April had always loved.

She still loved that quality in a partner, but right now…

This.

She wasn’t sure what the hell was happening to her brain or her body. She’d never experienced this before, not only being completely at another person’s mercy, butwantingit.

Craving it.

And now, after that devilry Daphne had just performed with her tongue, she’d gone and mentionedtoys.

“Toys?” April asked, because it was the only response she could get out at the moment, with Daphne’s fingers mere inches from her cunt as she massaged the skin of April’s upper thigh.

“You’re going to play coy?” Daphne asked.

April swallowed. “If that’s what you want.”

Daphne’s brows lifted, then she leaned closer, her body pressing between April’s legs, the cotton of her dress brushing againstApril’s still-sensitive center. Daphne stopped a breath away from April’s mouth.

“I want you to answer my question,” Daphne said.

A whisper. Her words were like a knife, but her tone was like that fucking feather from Stone’s house. April shivered, then lifted her chin so her lower lip grazed Daphne’s. “Yes, Ms.Love. I have toys.”

“Show me.”

Daphne backed up then, let April close her legs and get off the desk. April still had her underwear on—granted, it was a little misshapen and more than a bit damp. Still, she was grateful for the coverage as she walked to her closet and took out a tote bag from a romance bookstore in Brooklyn, illustrated couples of all colors and genders mooning at one another printed on the ivory fabric. She placed it on her bed, the cats popping their heads up at the disturbance. April pulled the bag open, taking each toy out one at a time.

She had quite a few.

In the three years since Elena, she’d explored more with toys when she was not only by herself, but with people she hooked up with as well. Soon, several dildos of varying sizes, four different clitoral stimulators, a few insertable vibrators, two harnesses, and a bottle of April’s favorite lube were splayed on the bed.

“Oh my god,” Daphne said, stepping closer to the collection.

“See something you like?” April asked.

Daphne just stared, her eyes wide and her mouth open as she took everything in, looking like a kid in a candy store.

Or rather, like a horny lesbian in a sex toy shop.

She picked up a few things—a palm-sized pink clit stimulator, a wand whose battery April hoped wasn’t dead—turning them over in her hands as though they might break, then putting them down again just as gingerly. April let her explore, rather enjoying the discovery, as well as the anticipation as to what Daphne would pick.