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Fern

For possibly the first time in my life, I let someone help me with nothing to give them in return. Kiy didn’t seem like the type to expect anything back, anyway. Although I hoped he wanted what I wanted.

Breakfast had been cozy and calm. A moment of peace and contentment in the mess that my life had become. There were no dramas. No passive aggressive snipes. Just two people quietly enjoying each other’s company. It was strange. But I liked it.

Kiy got straight to work on putting the furniture back in place and sorting out the rugs. The police had even prised up a couple of floorboards, which he knocked back down easily. I gathered up the clutter that had been emptied from drawers into boxes for sorting later. It would take hours, and I wasn’t sure I could face it yet.

“Should I, err…?”

I looked up to see Kiy standing in the doorway to my bedroom. “Oh yes, go ahead.”

He walked in and then walked immediately back out.

“Maybe you should… well… sort your stuff out in there first, Fern.”

I looked up from my box and could have sworn that there was something like a blush under the fur on his face. Then I remembered with horror. The police had emptied my bedside tables and left everything on the dresser. Everything. Including a vibrator. The only one I’d kept after Luke had shamed me for having sex toys, saying it was an insult to him.

I felt myself flush and ran into the bedroom. I grabbed the toy and looked around wildly for somewhere to hide it. Suddenly Kiy was there at the door again, watching me intently. I shoved the vibrator with its little rabbit ears behind my back. Which was stupid because he’d clearly already seen it.

We locked eyes and my heart thudded in my chest like it was trying to escape. Was he judging me? I tried to think of excuses as to why I had it.

“Fern, you don’t need to be embarrassed.”

“I’m not! I just, well, it's not like I use it.”

He quirked an eyebrow at me. “Why not?”

I scrambled around in my brain but couldn’t find an answer before he continued.

“Did Luke make you feel bad for that, too?”

My eyes hit the floor, but I heard him growl.

“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying yourself, Fern. With having pleasure.”

His words sent a thrill of excitement through me, but I still couldn’t bring myself to speak. I looked up and was met by the sight of his excitement. A huge bulge in his pants. Did he like this?

“Do you enjoy yourself when you use that?” His voice was gruff, and it would have given away his arousal if his dick hadn’t already done that.

“Yes.” It was all I could manage.

“Show me.”

I was suddenly red hot. Embarrassment, lust, and fear all warred within me. But the winning emotion was excitement. Followed quickly by shame for feeling that.

“You want to watch me? Use this?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Take your panties off and get on the bed.”

The slight sternness in his voice made me wet. I’d never done anything like this before. But I wanted to obey him. I wanted to do as I was told. To act and not have to think. I placed the vibrator behind me on the bed and pulled my panties down under my dress, discarding them to one side. His eyes never left me. I climbed on the bed onto my knees. “Like this?”

“Perfect. Now take your toy and show me what you like.”

The intensity of his gaze was the biggest turn on I’d ever experienced. I wanted to show him. For him to watch me in my most vulnerable moment. I switched on the purple vibrator and pushed it under my dress. “Do you want me to undress?”

“Only when you are ready for me to see all of you. For now, your face is enough.”

I pressed the vibe against my clit, and it immediately wasn’t enough. I ramped up the power and let a moan out as it sent warmth and need up through my body. Watching him the whole time, I rocked against it.

Until then, I’d had no idea that eye contact could be so sexy. I lifted up and positioned myself above the vibrator, exaggerating the movement so he knew exactly what I was doing. Then I slid down onto it, gasping as it first entered me and then again when it was all the way in.

A groan slipped out of Kiy, and his head lolled back slightly. “Is that big enough for you, baby?”

I glanced down at the bulge in his pants. He was definitely bigger than this. “No. It’s not enough.” I was sure he understood my meaning. I wanted him.

“Fuck yourself for me, baby.”

I just about lost it at that. As much as I wanted him, I found I was enjoying performing for him and I nearly came on the spot. I took a moment to pull myself together and then began bouncing up and down on the vibrator. Slowly at first, then faster. Then harder, grinding my clit against the long vibrating ears.

Kiy undid his pants and showed me what I’d been wondering about. A huge thickly ridged cock sprang out, and he quickly wrapped a large hand around it. As I drove myself towards a climax on my toy, he pleasured himself to the sight of me. It was the hottest experience in my life. I felt like I was on fire. I came hard. My whole-body convulsing with the waves of heat. And when his name left my lips, he grunted and moaned.

“Lie down, baby.”

I rolled backwards, still warm and panting from my climax. The vibrator was now too intense, and I turned it off and flung it to the side. He moved to stand over me and positioned his cock at my now exposed entrance. This close to me, it was huge. I didn’t think it would fit.

“Don’t worry, not yet. We’ll get you there.”

Despite my fear, the thought that it wasn’t going to happen right now ignited longing in me again. Without thinking, I reached down and rubbed at my clit. I felt like an animal built on nothing but instinct.

“Fuck baby, yes. Keep touching yourself for me.”

I rubbed harder and harder. Once again abusing my clit.

“Oh, you like it hard and rough? Good.”

“Yes. Yes, I want you.” This was a new part of me. Bold and needy all at the same time.

Kiy’s hand sped up and with a wicked growl he came, spurting over my clit and onto my entrance. The added lubrication made my fingers slippy, and I pressed harder, coming soon after him with a cry. My body jerked and arched through the waves of pleasure as the tension rocked me and then subsided.

“That’s it baby, ride it out. There you go.”

I eventually slumped down on the bed, too exhausted and happy to feel any shame about what I’d just done. Kiy had enjoyed it and that was all I cared about.