Page 114 of Holding The Reins

“You on my bed and give me total control, no questions asked, but you have to trust me.”

I grin. “You have been so good, baby,” I breathe out as his hands slide under the jersey I’m wearing and cup my breasts.

“Yeah, I have. It’s hard to play hockey and win when you’re in the stands wearing my number, looking like a fucking walking wet dream.” He pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and my back bows off the wall. He uses this opening to slide his hands down and lift me up around his waist, carrying me toward the bedroom—what feels like our bedroom—at top speed. Nash deposits me on the bed and pulls my jeans off, tossing them to who knows where and then he’s on top of me kissing me, his hand meets the apex of my thighs and he groans.

“I’ll never get used to how fucking ready you always are for me. Let’s see how much more ready we can make you, yeah?”

He gets off the bed and pulls his clothes from his body and ventures into his bedside drawer, pulling out my beloved teal vibrator.

“Where did you…when did you get that?” I ask, heat coiling between my legs at the idea of him coming anywhere near me with it.

“I brought it from my dirty girl’s bedroom today. I’ve been dying to see you use this since the day I heard you had it. I can’t stop imagining how you make yourself feel good with this little fuck toy.”

He turns it on and the quiet hum fills the air.

“Tell me, baby”—he slides it down my throat, and I shudder—“who did you think about while you were using this?”

He guides it up over my shoulder, down my arm, then under my breasts and I arch off the bed, hoping he’ll keep moving with it.

“You,” I say. “Since the day I came home, you.”

“Mmhmm,” he answers. “That’s what I thought.”

“And just what did you think about?”

“Y-you… touching me,” CeCe admits as I run the silky head of the vibrator up her thigh.

I kiss her as I move the wand closer to her already wet core, letting her breathing stiffen as she waits. I grin at her.

“Get up on your knees. Hands on my headboard, baby. And lose the jersey now, I want to see everything,” I whisper.

She’s panting and nodding and desperate for this hum between her legs.

I run the wand against CeCe’s inner thigh and she white knuckles the headboard but her body is pliable and melty in front of me.

I trail it up over her ass onto her spine watching her pant with anticipation. Her thick, golden hair touches the base of her tailbone as her head falls back. I’m the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the planet.

“Nash…” she whispers, silently begging me to make her feel good.

“Yes, little firefly?”

“I need—”

“I know. Spread your legs, baby.”

CeCe does as I ask and widens herself on her knees as I bring the wand around her front and rest it against her nipple. Her head falls backward onto my chest and she pushes her chest out to allow me easier access. Not wanting to leave her other nipple out of the fun, I taunt it too as she moans and whimpers the cutest little sounds I’ve ever heard.

I’m so fucking hard I can barely stand it. I resist every single urge I have to not just slide into her tight, wet heat from behind. I should win a goddamn medal for withstanding this moment.

She lets out a needy gasp, and begins to move her hips, desperate for relief and I just know that pussy is swollen and desperate for my touch. I bring the wand down over the soft curves of her waist and her hips as she shivers beneath it. I reach around her waist with my free hand and pull her close, sliding the wand between her legs and resting it on her clit.

“Oh….” she lets out an exasperated gasp as the wand buzzes and hums against her.

I love these moments with her where her pleasure surprises even her. Her back presses against my front as she grinds against the toy between her legs for me. I kiss her neck and smile into it, breathing in the fruity scent of her skin.

“That’s it, baby…it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Oh God… so good.”

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