Page 36 of Beneath the Surface

I took off my shorts and my panties, then reached into my nightstand and pulled out that velvety LELO bag. My stomach coiled in anticipation as my toy began to vibrate. I was so going to be late today. If there was one thing I loved, it was being teased. I was a firm believer in delayed gratification. The toy kept teasing my clit slowly. I was starting to unravel when my phone rang again. Instead of picking up, I ignored it and began to add more pressure on my clit. The vibrations felt ah-may-zing.

Why had I been in a dry spell again?

When my phone rang a third time, I inserted the wand inside of me, arching my back as I reached to see who was calling me. When I saw Micah’s name flashing, two things happened. My pussy clamped against the toy as I answered the call without thinking properly about why I shouldn’t.

“Hello?” I answered breathlessly.

“Are you okay?” Micah questioned me, sounding concerned.

Something about hearing his voice made me feel hotter. Subconsciously, I shifted my legs, and the toy pushed deeper inside of me, grazing my G-spot.

“Fuck,”I hissed.

“Ava!” This time, he yelled, and I pulled the phone away so I could cover my mouth as I felt another tremble working its way through my lower belly.

“I’m…okay,” I choked out. “Just w-working o-out.”

I put my phone on speaker and put it on my chest. I spread my legs wider and began to thrust the toy inside of me. I could feel how wet I was.

“You fucking scared us.”

This time, it wasn’t Micah speaking, it was Grayson. The position of the toy, the accumulation of all the vibrations, and his voice were a lethal combination. I should really hang up, especially since I was close to coming.

“Sorry,” I breathed into the phone. “Just need to get into condition.”

“Pick up your phone next time,” Grayson scolded me, and in my aroused state, I found it hot as fuck that he was trying to tell me what to do.

Since I was already deep in this, I upped the vibration level, knowing I was close to coming. My legs began to shake, and my pussy began to contract against the toy. It was a sad comparison to what I could have. Then my mind went to Grayson and how he would feel fucking me. All his raw power as he thrust deep inside of me.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “This workout is killing me. Call you later.”

“Ava?” Micah yelled, sounding concerned.

I hung up the phone and threw it across the bed.

The image of Grayson disappeared and then morphed into a fantasy of Micah between my legs.

I wassofucking close now.

Just as my pussy began to tighten around the toy and my orgasm began to wash over me, my door burst open.

“Princess, your boyfriends are worried ab?—”

“Get out!” It was a mix between a plea and a moan.

I wasn’t sure why I wanted to cry. If it was from mortification or the immense relief my orgasm brought me. It definitely wasn’t because in that last moment, I pictured Cruz flipping me onto my belly and fucking me so hard until I screamed out my release.

Being a potential murderer was fucking with my head.

Could I have the earth swallow me whole now? Was that too much to ask? I didn’t bother looking for Cruz as I ran into the bathroom next to my room and quickly showered.

When I came down, the asshole was sitting on my couch. As soon as he saw me, he started to grin.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

He raised his hands up in mock surrender.

“I went to see your dad early this morning.” He stopped to wink at me. “Don’t worry, princess, I got the job. Then your two boyfriends started to blow up my phone, thinking something was wrong with you.”

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