Page 45 of Chasing Danger

I shrugged, not at all self-conscious. “I thought they would be fun.”

Shaking his head, Oliver still couldn’t look away from the objects on the bed. “Yeah, but... you said you were only staying in Baltimore temporarily.” He finally looked away from the vibrators to narrow his eyes at me. “Did you buy those specifically with the hope of using them on me?”

Picking up one of the toys—a moderately sized green dildo that vibrated and had rotating ball bearings just under the silicone surface—and spun it between my fingers. “Just wishful thinking. I always like to plan ahead.”

Hazel eyes watched the toy in my hand with uncertainty. “I’m not sure if that’s hot, or creepy.”

“Let’s go with hot.” I let the tip of the dildo trail over Oliver’s thigh, turning it on for just a moment so he could feel the vibrations. “I thought green would be your color, but now I’m not so sure. What’d you think?”

When Oliver didn’t immediately answer me, I set the toy aside and lay next to him, so we were more eye to eye.

“We don’t have to use these if you don’t want, but I have a feeling...” I tugged at the ropes still securing his wrists to the headboard. “You like things a little less... vanilla. But it’s your choice. What do you want?”

He leaned as close as the restraints on his wrists would allow. It wasn’t enough for us to kiss, which seemed to be what hewanted, but our foreheads did touch. “Why bother with toys when you could just fuck me for real?”

He spread his legs open further in invitation.

I laughed. “Tempting, but not like this.” I ran my hand down his torso until I grabbed one deliciously soft thigh. “When I do claim you, I’m going to do it properly. Right now, this is just about making you feel good to distract you from those overactive thoughts of yours. Not very romantic for your first time.”

Oliver moaned low as I squeezed the sensitive flesh of his thigh a little tighter. Although he’d just come a few minutes ago, his cock twitched with excitement.

“The gray one,” he finally said, his voice gruff and breathless.

I looked back at the toys waiting on the bed and frowned. “The gray one? But that’s such a boring color.”

“You’re the one who bought it,” Oliver mumbled. “You asked me what I want, and that’s what I chose. Also...” He bit his lip, hesitating as he looked up at me through lowered eyelashes. “You should undress.”

“What?” I asked, although my widening grin gave me away. I’d heard what he said; I just wanted to make him say it louder.

His eyes scrunched closed and his cheeks turned crimson, but he spoke with a full voice, practically shouting. “It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked. You still have all your clothes. Take them off.”

Standing from the bed, I gave him an over exaggerated bow. “How can I say no to such a command?”

Removing my clothes with care, I draped each piece over the nearby chair. I could feel Oliver’s gaze on me the whole time. While I knew there was nothing for me to be ashamed about physically, I did wonder what he thought about the sight of my body. The cigarette burns on my chest and the old knife wound on my forearm that I’d shown him weren’t my only scars.

Several bullet wounds decorated my body like starbursts, and slashing marks came in all sizes on my skin. There were even several claw marks over my shoulder blade from an incident where I’d tussled with a pack of attack dogs.

Overall, my body bore the evidence of the danger of my life. The scars were a reminder of who I really was, and I feared the sight of them would turn Oliver away.

However, he didn’t even seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t care. He was too busy looking me up and down with hungry eyes.

I climbed back onto the bed and knelt over him. Despite my earlier statement, it was really tempting to just sink into him. If he weren’t a virgin, I probably would have. I was certain that he would open so beautifully for me, but no one deserved to have their first time during a moment of such heightened emotion.

That was how I’d lost my own virginity. It was right after I’d taken someone’s life for the first time, and the emotional backlash had convinced me to drag the first available person to bed.

Oliver deserved better than that, so I would control my own desires and content myself with bringing him pleasure in other ways.

Settling back between his legs, I propped a pillow under his hips for more support. With one hand, I selected the gray toy Oliverhad picked out, and with the other, I grabbed the bottle of lube again. Although the toy was a boring color, I understood why he had picked that one.

It was the same reason I’d bought it in the first place. It not only vibrated, but also moved, shifting back and forth to provide as much stimulation as possible. Along with the subtle ridges sculpted along the shaft, it should easily drive him wild.

After slicking the vibrator with lube, I kissed him just because I could. I felt him trembling, but the heated look in his eyes, and the way he eagerly tried to wrap his legs around me, said it was from anticipation rather than fear.

Pressing a few quick kisses to his neck, I moved down his body and slipped a pair of fingers inside him. He was still open from my earlier ministrations, so it didn’t take long until I felt confident that he would easily be able to accept the toy.

Lining up the head of the vibrator with his hole, I nipped at his thigh, which rested near my head. “Deep breath and relax for me.”

He nodded but didn’t say anything as he let his head rest against the headboard.

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