Page 224 of Plaything

He shook his head. “Trust me, I would’ve remembered this—this was my idea?” He interrupted himself.

“I didn’t take much convincing,” I said, tangling my hand in his curly locks, twirling the hair that touched the back of his neck. My other hand ran down his front, feeling his abs through his button-up. “Maybe I could jog your memory?” I flirted.

To my satisfaction, Wyatt seemed flustered, caught off guard by my eager invitation. His focus shifted between his phone and me as if his mind was in a battle with itself over which me to give his attention to. Pressing my lips to his neck, I felt his body shudder under my fingertips. “What has gotten into you?” He bit back a moan. “I thought you weren’t—” he let out a throaty breath as I grabbed his dick through his jeans. “Feeling good...” His phone was forgotten as I felt his hands grip my hips, pulling me closer to him.

With my clit pulsing, mouth watering, and hips pushing forward, I quickly unzipped his pants. His dick was inflexible and heavy in my hand, veins throbbing under my touch. “I feel excellent,” I mumbled against his skin as I stroked him. “But I need you so badly it hurts—it’s all I can think about.”

Palming my ass as his hands passed it, he pulled my dress over my hips, leaving me in my soaked panties. Testing his own curiosity, he dipped a hand between my thighs and slid a finger along my panties, instantly coating his finger in the never-ending arousal. He twitched against my palm, and I smirked.

“Let me ride it,” I pleaded, pulling him from his jeans.

Something tightened around my throat, and I was jerked back away from his neck. I whimpered at the jolt and stared up at him with glossy eyes. It took me longer than it should have to realize my honors cords were still dangling around my neck—now being used as a collar. Wyatt’s firm grip on the rope and darkened eyes weakened my knees.

No bones.

My heart quickened as I stumbled, remembering the lack of bones and gravity to keep me stable. “Woah,” I panted. Finding my blitzed actions funny, he smirked before helping me stabilize myself again.

“Is that really what you want, Baby?” He cocked an unsympathetic brow, and I knew Hyde was out to play. “You’re acting like quite the little slut right now, and I’ll treat you like one. See, our friends in there still think you’re timid and innocent,” he moved the cords quickly, now pulling me towards him in a swift movement. “I swear to God, I’ll make you limp back in that house, legs shaking, sweat on your body, dripping my cum. Is that what you want?” He whispered the question, lips dangerously close to mine.

Without a second of hesitation, I nodded. I really didn’t care as long as I got to get off.

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he laughed at my quick response, an evil grin on his lips. “Weed has quite the effect on you—I almost feel bad,” he tilted his head to the side. “Now that I think about it, it’s obvious how horny you’ve been the whole night,” he teased, placing a small kiss against my lips, taunting me as he pulled the Cords again, putting more distance between us. “You folded two winning hands—probably too engrossed in your own dirty fantasies to pay attention. And the ice cubes... needed something for your slutty mouth to play with?” He rasped mockingly. “To think I was about to tell Aiden you couldn’t handle edibles. And here you are getting off on it,” he shook his head in an attempt to humiliate me.

“Aiden knows,” I confessed. The giggle that followed was unexpected and out of my control. “I came on his fingers by the pool,” I said quietly, my voice high as I tried not to giggle at the memory.

Wyatt pushed his head back and smirked. “Is that so?”

I bit my lip to hide a smile and nodded bashfully.

“You had Niko before graduation, Aiden by the pool, and now you want me? I’m assuming Dominic’s your next victim—”

“Can I ride it now?” I interrupted. His embarrassment tactics weren’t working; if anything, they only encouraged me. “I’m dripping down my thighs. If we talk any longer, I’ll make a puddle,” I squeezed his dick, remembering I was still holding it.

His hand tightened around the cords, adding pressure to my neck. “Watch your bratty tone, got it?” He scolded.

My lashes fluttered at the harsh tone, and I squeezed my legs together. I quickly nodded, not wanting him to deny me for his own sick fun—because I knew he would. “Please?” I asked politely. “Sit down?” I gestured to the paved ground beside the truck that hid us from the house.

Biting my lip, I watched as he sat on the ground, pulling me with him by the makeshift bondage tool around my neck. Delight flowed through my veins as I placed a hand on his solid shoulder, steadying myself as my other hand positioned his tip at my entrance. “Need help?” He asked, enjoying the view of me on top of him.

Softly shaking my head, I smiled. “Believe it or not, this isn’t my first time,” I joked, struggling a bit to align him—I was very slippery.

He leaned his head against the car and looked up at me adoringly. He reached between us and moved my panties to the side. “Maybe this will help,” he suggested.

I pressed my lips together, fighting giggles. How did I not realize? “Oh... maybe I need a little help?” I requested. I was beyond clumsy, courtesy of the edible.

Lifting his eyebrows, he nodded in agreement before grabbing himself and probing my hole. “Don’t hurt yourself, Baby,” he cautioned.

Lowering my hips, I moaned as he filled me. Each cold piercing rubbed against me perfectly. My knees scraped against the ground, but the discomfort was massively ignored as I ground down on Wyatt.

“Feel better?” He questioned, his eyelids slightly hooded as one hand tightened around the cords and the other groped my breast through my dress.

My whole body was covered in goosebumps of pleasure. I felt him everywhere, and I came before I could comprehend what was happening. It was a small orgasm, but it shook me just the same. My body tensed on top of him, and my grinding slowed.

His eyes widened as I hid my face in his neck. He chuckled once, letting go of the Cords and running his hand up my back. “That may have been a world record,” he quipped gently. “Why are you embarrassed?” He pulled me away from him, looking at my beat red face.

“That was... fast,” I panted.

He laughed, “You weren’t lying. Who needs foreplay when you can take an edible and get a body high?”

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