Page 55 of Infatuation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #1)

Thirty-Eight

Kat

I come out of the bathroom.

Josh has attached the dildo to the machine, plugged the power cord into the wall, and laid the control box neatly in front of the box on the bed. He turns to look at me, his face ablaze.

“Come here, babe,” he coos. He holds out his hand and I pad across the room toward him, my skin zipping and zapping with anticipation.

When I reach him, he takes my hand, pulls me into him, and begins kissing me.

“This is a big-time fantasy of mine,” he says into my lips. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” I say—though my mind is reeling. I really don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into—and whether this truly will be my “pleasure” or not. I’ve never let a man watch me masturbate before in any form, let alone on a machine with a jet engine.

His fingers slip inside my undies and into my wetness. “This is gonna be epic,” he says, kissing my neck. He snaps the waistband of my G-string. “Take these motherfuckers off, baby.”

I pull my undies down, shuddering with anticipation, and stand before him naked, my clit throbbing under his gaze.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says, his eyes smoldering. “You ready?”

I nod.

“Climb on, cowgirl.”

“Are you gonna show me how to work the controls first?” I ask.

“Oh, no.” He grins. “ You’re not gonna work the controls— I’m gonna work them.”

“ You’re gonna work the controls?” I ask, my eyes wide. “No, I’d feel much more comfortable working them for myself. ”

“Nope. I gotta be in control, Kat.” His jaw muscles pulse. “That way, you can lose yourself completely. No thinking required. You’ll just go on the ride of your life.” He strokes my hair like I’m a puppy. “I’ll take care of you, babe, I promise. No worries.”

“What if it’s too much? Too fast? Too strong?”

“Then I’ll slow it down.”

There’s a long beat.

“You can trust me. It’ll be fucking amazing.”

I exhale. “You’ll be careful with me? You’ll listen to whatever I say?”

“Of course.” He smiles. “Always.”

“Okay.”

“The vibe on your clit and the rotation of the dildo run completely independently of each other, each of them on a separate control dial. So we’ll start really slow—one stimulation at a time and on the lowest setting.

And then we can work our way up higher and higher on the first stimulation—we’ll start with the dildo—and then we’ll add vibe if you’re liking it—nice and slow to start, and we’ll work our way up to The Exorcism . Whatever you can handle.”

“Oh, Jesus,” I say, hopping back. “No Exorcism .”

He laughs.

“I’m serious, Josh. No Exorcism. Save letting me get possessed by Satan for the second date.”

He chuckles.

“I’m relieved you find that funny. I still haven’t read your application, you may recall. Please tell me Satanism isn’t something that turns you on.”

He rolls his eyes. “No, Satanism doesn’t turn me on. What kind of pervert do you think I am?”

“Dude, I have no idea what kind of pervert you are. That’s the whole point of me wanting to see your application.”

“All in good time, PG. All in good fucking time. In the meantime, have a seat on this bad boy so we can make any necessary adjustments before we get started.”

“Adjustments?”

“We have to make sure the vibe is perfectly flush with your clit when you’re sitting completely upright.

You don’t wanna have to lean forward to get your clit stimulated, or else the dildo won’t hit your G-spot at the right angle.

And that’s where the money is—hitting your G-Spot.

” He smiles devilishly. “A woman who has clit orgasms loves sex—but a woman who gets G-spot orgasms can’t live without it for a single fucking day . ”

I stand staring at him, speechless for a moment. I’ve never heard a man talk this way. I feel like, up until this moment, I’ve slept with a whole bunch of boys. But Josh is a real man.

Josh motions gallantly to the machine. “Your chariot awaits, m’lady. Hop on.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m about to let Josh watch me masturbate on a jet engine?

“Do me a favor,” I say. “Take off your briefs. I wanna be able to see your hard-on while I ride.”

A broad smile spreads across his face. “My pleasure.” He wordlessly removes his briefs, revealing his massive hard-on. “Climb aboard, my lady,” he says softly, motioning to the machine.

My crotch is aching and burning. My nipples feel like bullets. My chest is tight. “Honestly, I’d rather climb aboard your cock right now,” I whisper.

His cock twitches. “All in good time. That’s coming next. Now get on, babe. This is a total fantasy for me; you have no idea.”

I crawl onto the bed and straddle the machine on my knees, hovering my crotch just above the tip of the huge dildo, contemplating how the hell to lower myself onto it. Now that it’s positioned right at my entrance, it seems a helluva lot bigger than it did a moment ago.

“Wait. Hang on,” he says.

I freeze with the dildo positioned right against my entrance.

He bounds over to a duffel bag in the corner and comes back with a condom packet and a bottle of lube.

He opens the packet and lays the rolled-up condom on top of the opened wrapper on the corner of the bed—out of the way but clearly at the ready—and then he squeezes some lube into his hand and spreads a huge mess of it all over the dildo, then across the prickly rubber pad intended for my clit, and then he reaches between my legs and covers my clit and hole and lips in slickness, making me shudder and moan softly at his touch.

Without missing a beat, he squirts another big glob of lube into his palm and matter-of-factly slathers his hard-on with lube .

I’m suddenly overwhelmed with sexual excitement. “Okay to sit now?” I ask, my voice tight.

“Yeah.” His voice sounds as excited as the way I feel: totally turned-on.

I lower myself slowly, taking the dildo into me, and position myself gingerly into the saddle. “Whoa,” I say, shifting around and getting acclimated. “This thing’s huge .”

“You want a smaller one?”

“No, no, this is good.” I take a deep breath, willing my body to relax around the rubber inside me. “Ooph. It’s big, though. Just gimme a second. Damn.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I get off the hardest when I feel totally filled up. Just give me a second to relax.”

His cock twitches. “This is so fucking hot.” He exhales.

I take another deep breath and my body relaxes and absorbs the dildo completely.

“Okay, I feel good,” I say. “Whew.”

“All right, lemme check the fit.” He bends down and carefully assesses the contact point between the machine and my clit.

“Yup, looks good,” he says. He touches my clit gently, making me twitch.

“Keep your clit perfectly flush with this rubber strip for maximum pleasure. Okay? No need to lean forward. It’s all adjusted perfectly. ”

I’m already twitching and shuddering with anticipation. I nod.

“Sit back, Kat. The key is letting that cock hit your G-spot over and over. That’s where the money’s at, baby.”

I sit back.

“Good. Does it feel like your clit is flush with the pad when you sit back like that?”

“Yep.”

“The more upright you sit, the more G-spot stimulation you’ll get—and that’s what we’re really going after. G-spot —not clit, contrary to popular belief.”

I nod. “Silly rabbit, clits are for kids.”

He laughs. “You’re so fucking hilarious.” He looks me up and down for a moment, his eyes devouring me, his erection straining.

“Um. Josh? Hello? I’m kinda sitting here with a big, fat dildo up my wahoo? ”

He laughs. “Okay, PG. Here we go.” He kneels in front of me on the bed, his hard-on massive, and strokes the curve of my hip for a moment, making me shudder. “I’ll start with the dildo first, rotating on low, no vibe at all yet, just so you can get used to the motion inside you. Okay?”

I nod and let out a shaky breath. “Please be careful with me.”

He touches my hair. “You’re in good hands, baby.”

I nod again.

Josh sits on the bed next to me and picks up the control box like a kid with an X-box. “You ready, babe?”

I nod.

The machine comes to life, humming loudly, and the dildo begins rotating slowly inside me, swiping repeatedly at a pinpoint location. “Oh,” I say, taken aback at the sudden sensation. “Wow. That’s amazing.” I lean forward instinctively, trying to relieve the pressure already building inside me.

“No, don’t lean forward,” Josh reminds me. “You can lean back, but never forward. Go against instinct. Don’t try to relieve the pressure. Push through it.”

I lean back, as instructed. “Wooh,” I say, the sensation making my skin prick. “Wow. That’s really nice. Whoa.”

A beaming smile spreads across Josh’s face. “You like that, babe?”

I nod and take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

“That’s the lowest setting—just rotation, no vibration.”

“Oh,” I say again. “Wow. That’s hitting me exactly right. It’s like magic. Wow.”

“This thing is engineered to do nothing but give you orgasms,” Josh says. “Just tell me when you’re comfortable, and I’ll increase the speed of rotation a bit.”

Wooh, this thing is igniting me with no clit stimulation whatsoever, just the swipe.

.. swipe... swipe of the dildo inside me, rotating round and round, hitting my G-spot at the exact right spot with each revolution.

It’s amazing, really, like nothing I’ve felt before.

So precise. I moan softly. “Oh, God, I like this,” I say, my voice beginning to quaver.

My skin suddenly erupts with goose bumps.

There’s suddenly a strange pressure in my ears.

“Wooh,” I say softly. “Oh boy. ”

“Ready for faster?”

I take a deep breath and nod.

Josh twists a dial on the control box and the rotation inside me palpably increases in speed. Swipe, swipe, swipe, the dildo goes, quite a bit faster than before, hitting my G-spot in rapid succession with only a fraction of a second in between each swipe.