Page 8 of My Date With A Rubber Duckie

“Yes, I… I… imagined you were alive. Watching me, just like this.” I drop back, unable to support myself on one hand anymore. Staring at the ceiling, I work two fingers over my clit, rubbing back and forth at a furious pace. I look up and see his facecontorted like he’s in pain. He’s got one hand still braced on the bed, but his other hand is back on his cock.

He licks his lips, and I lick mine. He gasps, and I groan. He grins, and I smile right back at him.

“Come for me,” he whispers.

“Only if you do, too, Duckie.”

Like a dam breaking, he loses control, and hot ropes of cum hit my thigh. His mouth falls open in an expression of such pure euphoria it sucks the air right out of my lungs and sends me over the edge. The tension bursts and I’m awash in ecstasy.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs before bending over and kissing my knee.

6

You make noise

Drake

Idon’t dare to move or even blink. She’s gorgeous, and I don’t want to miss a second of her pleasure.

I had every intention of waiting for her to come before I did, but I’m glad I was too eager, because now I can focus all of my attention on her without my throbbing cock causing a distraction.

I watch her, watching me, and something shifts in the air as she relaxes with a happy grin. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, I’m not sure what to say to her. Should I apologize again? Did I take things too far? She asked me to, but still, that was… intense.

With her messy leg pulled up, what’sleft of my cum oozes down her skin. Impulsively, I rub it around, smearing it over her like lotion.

She giggles. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, um, sorry. I guess you probably want to get cleaned up.”

Before she can say anything, I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bathtub. Setting her on the edge, I turn on the faucet and check the temp until I get it just right.

Remembering where she keeps her bubble bath, I pull it out, putting in a generous amount, but not as much as before. I don’t want to obscure her beautiful body completely.

For a moment, I deliberate whether I should just help her into the tub and go, but I immediately decide against it. She hasn’t told me to get out, so I’m going to stay as long as she’ll let me. Now that I’m not worried about being found out, I don’t feel the same urgency to leave that I did before.

Without overthinking it, I getinto the tub.

“I thought the bath was for me,” she says in a teasing tone.

“I like bathing with you, bubble.” I bop her nose with my finger, then wrap my arms around her waist and pull her onto my lap. She laughs as she tumbles into the half-full tub with her oversized shirt still on. The sound competing with the splash.

She scoops up some bubbles and blows them in my face. I tickle her and we laugh until we’re gasping for breath. When the tub is full, I turn off the tap, then rest my chin on her shoulder, playing with the hem of her soaked shirt.

"You can take it off," she whispers.

It hits the floor a second later with a slop. I pull her against me, relishing the feel of her skin against mine and slowly trailing my fingers across her belly, just below her breasts. My cock is already hard again, but I will it down, wanting to just be here in the tub with her, getting to know her.

She's silent.

The last time she was in thebath, she was so talkative, spitting out everything that popped into her head, but now she’s biting her lip.

“What are you thinking, bubble?”

“You’re really my Rubber Duckie?”

“Do you want me to show you again?”

“No. I just… so, you didn’t just watch me? You listened to all my rambling?”

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