Page 84 of More Than Words

“I’m never going to let another man touch you, but I’m down for acting out the kinky fantasies in that beautiful brain of yours.”

“Fuck me,” I exhaled, enjoying the way he ground his hips into mine.

“Nope, I’m not gonna fuck you yet. You wanted me to watch you with another cock tonight, remember?”

He left me standing at the end of the bed, reaching beside the nightstand to pick something up and placing my small black duffel bag onto the mattress beside me. He unzipped it and pulled the sides open, nodding to it.

“Get out your vibrator.”

“But…” I hesitated, glancing between the open bag and his eyes.

“Now, Isobel.”

There was something about the commanding tone in his voice that was turning me on. I reached inside the bag, pulling out a black velvet pouch. I loosened the drawstring and handed it to him.

Adrian carefully parted the opening, reaching inside to pull out the toy.

“Holy shit. What is this thing? You didn’t tell me you were hiding Thor’s hammer in that bag.”

The toy was long, thick and black, with a loop in the handle, that Adrian was now comically using to swing the vibrator from side to side on his finger.

“Did you want me to get out something else?” I asked, reaching over to halt his motions.

“You tell me, Is,” he murmured, his hand closing around mine, and pulling the toy up between us. “Is this the other cock you want me to watch you fuck?”

Holy shit.

One nod and he gently pulled the toy from my hand, gripping it in his and turning it with an appraising look on his face.

“You might want to grab some lube to take on this beast, unless you’re already as excited as I think you are.”

I was nervous at the prospect of him watching me with my vibrator, but his willingness to fulfill my fantasies figuratively opened the floodgates.

I grabbed the lube anyway.

ADRIAN

Boston

Isobel was quiet as she led the way back to the living room, her ass swaying beneath the silky material of her dress the entire way.

“Do you want to sit in the chair?” she asked, nodding at the chair across the room.

“What I want doesn’t matter right now. Where do you want me to sit?”

She nibbled on the corner of her lip, her eyes darting around the room. “I don’t know,” she murmured, hesitation clear in her voice. She wasn’t used to asking for what she wanted. And I was willing to bet no one had ever asked her either.

“Tell me what to do, Isobel.”

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she extended her hand in my direction. “Give me the vibrator and go sit in the chair.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I perched myself on the edge of the cushion, watching as she sat across from me on the center couch cushion, clutching the vibrator in her hand. She looked nervous, but her eyes were bright, and her cheeks were pink with arousal. I could practically smell her from here, but she was still holding back.

“You want to see how crazy you make me?” I asked, her eyes fixed on mine. She nodded, letting out another shaky exhale. “Then pretend that giant fake cock is Callum and I’ll be your Dominic.”

Her eyes widened as I stared back at her, silently encouraging her to let go of her inhibitions and pretend with me.

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