Page 54 of Infatuation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #1)

Thirty-Seven

Kat

Josh hands the delivery guy a huge wad of cash and gleefully turns back around, a large, hefty-looking cardboard box in his arms, an evil gleam in his eye.

At the look of trepidation on my face, he laughs. “Don’t worry, PG. You’re gonna love it.”

“What is it?”

“You’ll see.”

He places the box on the edge of the bed, opens the flaps, and peeks inside. “Come to papa,” he says, his dick visibly hardening in his briefs.

He pulls out a tarp-looking thing and spreads it on top of the bed.

“Oh, jeez,” I say. “Am I about to star in an episode of Dexter ?”

Josh chuckles.

“Why the heck do we need a freaking tarp ?”

“Because things can sometimes get a bit messy.” He winks.

“Huh?” I say.

But Josh doesn’t elaborate.

“Did you write about this machine in your application to The Club?” I ask.

He scoffs. “ No . Don’t think about that stupid application right now. Just live in the moment, Kat. Just enjoy the ride .” He snickers. “Literally and figuratively.”

“What the fuck is this thing?”

Josh reaches into the box and pulls out a little black machine—a little half-domed box-machine, about a foot long and wide and high, attached to a black power cord and a small control box. Basically, the thing looks like a curved saddle with a power cord .

“It’s an orgasm machine,” Josh says simply.

“It was designed to give a woman the most powerful orgasm she’s ever experienced—over and over and over again—for as long as she can stand it.

” He places the Sybian in the middle of the bed on top of the tarp.

“This baby’s about to rock your world, Kitty Kat.

” He smiles greedily. “And, therefore, mine.”

I survey the contraption for a moment, utterly fascinated. “So I sit on top of it?”

“Yeah, ride it, cowgirl.”

My lower abdomen is beginning to burn and tighten with anticipation.

He points at a flesh-colored strip of prickled rubber on top of the machine, at the apex of the half dome.

“This rubber strip here presses against your clit, giving you as much vibration as you can handle—I think the highest setting is something like a small jet engine or something, literally.” He laughs.

“And then the second stimulation is... Hang on.” He reaches into the box, rummages around, and pulls out a clear bag filled with hygienically sealed, flesh-colored dildos, complete with veiny shafts and mushroom tips.

My eyes go wide. “Whoa.”

“Pick whichever cock you want,” he explains, holding up the bag of dildos of varying sizes. “And then it rotates inside you, hitting your G-spot over and over, while the vibration on the pad blasts your clit.”

A dull ache is beginning to burn painfully in my lower abdomen. “This thing looks pretty intense.”

“Yeah. It is. Are you game to try it?”

My nipples are hardening. My crotch is filling up with blood. My clit is fluttering and zinging in my panties. “Um. Yeah?”

“Excellent.” He sits down on the edge of the bed, his face blazing, and pats the empty spot next to him. ‘Okay, PG. Pick your dick.”

I sit next to Josh on the bed and he hands me the clear bag of vacuum-sealed dildos. I look through them for a moment, studying each one carefully, my heart racing. There are several varieties to choose from, including a double-pronged dildo thing clearly intended to slide up two holes at once.

“Yeesh,” I say, holding up the double-duty dildo. “This one looks interesting. ”

He grins. “I think you’d better start with something slightly less ambitious for your first ride at the rodeo. Maybe next time for that one.”

“Yeah, definitely next time.” I roll my eyes and he laughs. I rummage around again and pull out a detailed rubber finger, complete with a knuckle and nail bed. “Wowza.” I hold it under Josh’s chin like I’m tickling him. “Coochie coo.”

Josh laughs. “That’s probably a good choice, seeing as this is your first time out. Good entry-level dildo.”

“Hell no, I need something more than a freakin’ finger . I want a cock , man. Come on.” I rummage through the bag again and finally hold up a big, fat dildo with a thick shaft and bulging tip. “How about this one?” I say.

“Whoa, that’s pretty big for your first time,” he says. “You sure you don’t want to start a little smaller, maybe get used to the rotation first?”

“No way. I like big cock, baby.”

His eyes ignite. “Oh yeah?”

“The bigger the better.” I blush like a virginal schoolgirl. I’m talking a good game—but this whole situation is way outside my comfort zone. I’ve never done anything like this. “Have you done this before?” I ask. “I mean, you know, rented an ‘orgasm machine’ for someone?”

“No.” He smiles like that’s a stupid question. “I’ve seen women riding Sybians online, of course—you know, in porn and on Howard Stern or whatever—but I’ve never rented one for a woman—though I’ve always fantasized about doing it.” His eyes light up. “Especially with a woman like you.”

I feel my entire face turning beet red. “And what kind of woman am I again?” If he’s calling me a slut, I swear to God I’m gonna—

“Hot as the fucking hinges of hell,” Josh replies.

Oh. My inner voice shuts the hell up.

There’s a beat.

“Ready, babe?”

My chest is tight.

Before I can reply, Josh bends down and takes my nipple into his mouth.

Instantly, my body bursts into flames. Oh God, forget the machine. I want him—I want him inside me .

But Josh pulls back. “Okay, cowgirl,” he says, his eyes sparkling. “Time to ride.”

I nod. My cheeks are hot.

“Go pee while I attach your dildo and get everything all set up for you.”

“I don’t have to pee.”

“Try. You need to void your bladder completely before you get on this thing. It’s gonna make you feel like you’re gonna piss yourself, even though you’re not. You gotta be able to relax completely for it to work its magic.”

“Lovely,” I say, scrunching up my face.

“Oh, it will be,” he says, his blue eyes sparkling wickedly. “Trust me.”