I don’t shy away from the question. My collection is extensive and takes up most of the space in the very drawer I just sent him rooting through.
“Depends. Usually every couple of days. But recently, every day.”
“And why is that?”
“You know why.”
A familiar buzz comes to life behind me, and I smirk, my pulse ramping up. The first touch of the vibrator to my pussy makes me jerk forward, my fingers curling deep in the blankets as I shudder hard. I gasp, burying my face in the mattress.
“I want a real answer. Tell me why you’ve felt the need to fuck yourself every night and I’ll give you what you want.”
“I’m not the only one who wants this. And if you want more from me, then you need to give me something in return.”
He drags the vibrator back and forth over me, increasing the vibration speed when it hovers back over my clit. I grind my teeth to keep from crying out and will my knees to stop shaking.
“Fine.”
“How many times have you jerked off to the thought of me?” I ask, somehow willing my tongue to move properly.
He doesn’t reply for long enough that I worry I’ve asked a question that’s going to send me into a momentary depression. But just as I gather the strength to think past the buzz against my clit and turn to look at him, I feel him move.
The mattress shifts behind me, and then he’s there, his hips brushing against my ass, and his cock?—
“I’ve stroked myself every fucking night since I saw you,” he spits and then buries himself halfway inside of me.
My eyes fly open, and a raw, primal noise escapes me as I push myself back, needing more. Needing all of him. Right. Now.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I claw at the bedding, pushing myself onto my hands again and rocking back with his every thrust. The vibrator is forgotten, discarded on the bed. It’s not needed.
Garrison doesn’t take it easy on me, reading that that’s the last thing I need right now. Maybe after this, there will be time to go slower and savour this insane shock of pleasure. But for now, I can’t wait. I’m half out of my mind, my every thought revolving around how to reach the top of this insane swell of bliss.
“That’s it, Poppy. Make this pussy suck my cock in deep. Just like that.”
My eyes roll back. “Give it to me!”
He answers my demand with fast, furious thrusts that rock me so hard I can barely keep myself upright. His fingers dig deep in my hair and pull hard, forcing my head back.
“Just as good as I thought it would be. This cunt is priceless,” he hisses, smacking my ass with his other hand over and over until the sting rises above the ecstasy.
“Worth the wrath you could face from my friends?” I tease, half-delusional.
“Yes.” The word is ripped from his throat.
The confirmation is what sends me over the edge. It’s something I don’t have the energy or want to dissect right now. Not when my vision goes black around the edges and I collapse onto my elbows, every inch of me weak yet alive, throbbing in the aftermath of an all-consuming orgasm.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come,” Garrison groans, his hands finding purchase on my hips as he pounds into me from behind, riding through my release.
I moan, turning my head and pressing my cheek to the bed to watch him. His nostrils flare, the muscles in his chest and arms bulging. After a few more thrusts, he pulls free of my body and yanks the condom off his cock. Aiming at my ass, he strokes himself frantically and spurts thick ropes of cum over my skin. I watch with parted lips and wide eyes, throbbing delicately at the show, suddenly wishing it was easier to reach back and?—
“Jesus,” he breathes, giving himself one final stroke before dropping his hand. His eyes never leave my ass and back.
“I think that’s a fair reaction,” I reply.
He winces, finally tearing his eyes from the mess he made of me and toward my face, meeting my waiting stare. “Do you want me to just . . . get a towel or something?”
I snort. “Yes, please.”
He hops off the bed and strolls out of the bedroom. I haven’t told him where the bathroom is, but when light fills my room from across the hall, I know he’s found it.