Page 222 of Plaything

Feeling slightly naughty, I giggled before I propped my head on my hand to look at him. “Warm, weightless, floaty,” I continued in a sultry whisper. Finding his leg in the water, I ran my foot slowly up it. “Not ‘I just came three times and have a dick in my mouth’ floaty... it’s more like gravity doesn’t work,” I crudely explained.

His red, intoxicated eyes darted to meet mine as he slowly shook his head. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

I could see a bulge forming in his jeans, but I didn’t point it out. I nodded, “A little. Is it working?” I played dumb.

“You know it is,” he let out a frustrated sigh. “It’s cruel, really; what are you hoping to accomplish in the next five minutes before we have to go back inside, Doll?” He turned to face me, mirroring my propped-up position.

Waves of confidence washed over me as I grabbed his hand and placed it up my dress, high on my thigh. “Feel how wet I am,” I urged, spreading my legs for him.

He glanced behind us at the house. “You won’t be embarrassed if they see?” He challenged.

All thoughts of embarrassment or caring were nonexistent as I shook my head. It wasn’t like they hadn’t watched me get railed before. “I’ll keep watch,” I promised, floating my lips above his.

“Jesus Christ,” he moaned against my lips as he kissed me. His hand slithered up my dress until it was flush against my panties. My body ignited in a way that I’d never experienced before. Every touch seemed to ripple through me in waves of pleasure. My skin was hot and sensitive—and I wanted to take full advantage of it and them.

Just as he plunged his tongue into my mouth, I felt his giant finger dip into me, and I shuddered against him. “Holy shit, you’re so fucking—” he let out a moan that was almost a whimper of desperation. “So wet,” he finished.

Breaking away from our make-out, I moaned as he pumped two fingers into me. “You’re throbbing around my fingers, Baby,” he praised in a smoky tone.

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered. I needed this with every bone—or lack of—in my body. It was more important than breathing. “Please,” I added, wanting to stay in his good graces.

“You watch the window and let me worry about giving this pussy what it wants, yeah?” He ordered.

My breathing was labored as I looked over my shoulder. I didn’t know where everyone was, but they were out of sight—luckily.

Aiden buried his head in my neck, licking and kissing the tender area. “Fuck,” I practically cried out, looking down at where his hand disappeared under my dress. His wrist was moving viciously, bringing me dangerously close already.

After drooling over the movement of my dress and his wrist, I turned back to the house.

There, behind the screen back door, stood Reesia. Her eyes were locked on us—on me, actually. Her arms were to her sides, her eyes gleaming as she grinned back at me.

To my surprise, I didn’t even flinch, blink, or think twice about her catching us. I only cared about Aiden’s lips against my neck and his skilled fingers ripping an orgasm out of me. It must have been the edible because I should have cared.

Perhaps if it were Vincent, Collin, or even Jamie, I would’ve gotten shy and stopped.

Instead, I held my finger to my lips, gesturing for her to keep quiet. Her smirk deepened as she pretended to throw a key behind her.

“You’re making a fucking mess in my hand, Babydoll. Did Niko not get you off well enough earlier?” Aiden husked against my ear. “Or does being high make you insanely horny?” He taunted.

“The... the second one,” I panted, trying to keep quiet.

My mouth dropped open, and I felt my eyes glaze over (more than they already were) as I came. It was pathetic how quickly Aiden worked it out of me, but I was also convinced my body had a mind of its own.

My thighs squeezed Aiden’s hand, and I gripped his wrist, my legs shaking as pleasure took over every nerve, every thought.

It was at that moment, watching Reesia watch me, that I knew with absolute confidence that it was real. Every time she flirted, all the comments she’d made, and how much she wanted me—it was real. While she was definitely hamming it up to get under Niko’s skin, all her jokes had truth to them. It made me feel slightly naive that it took me until now to realize it.

“You’re so hot, Odette,” Aiden rasped, withdrawing his hand from under my skirt and lifting his fingers to my lips.

All thoughts of Reesia faded quickly as I eagerly sucked his fingers clean. He curled his fingers against my tongue, pushing down on it. The kill switch—as if my brain wasn’t already fogged enough. I moaned around his fingers, entranced in how electric his eyes were in the moonlight.

It should be illegal to be as handsome as he was.

“It’s going to be a long night,” he groaned while taking his fingers away from me. It was still early in the evening, and we had no excuse to leave other than wanting to rip each other’s clothes off. It would be hours before we were home.

Aiden glanced up at the house for the first time, and my heart thudded as I followed his eyeline. Reesia wasn’t standing in the window watching; she was casually mingling in the kitchen with the others who’d returned—as if she hadn’t seen anything.

Before I could even contemplate if I should tell him about Reesia watching, he began to stand. “Come on, you little nympho. Before you get both of us in trouble,” he joked.

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