Page 44 of Burn for You

I silently curse the advertisement that said this thing was quiet because that’s a blatant lie, but not one I care enough about as I slide the toy between my legs.

I stifle a moan with my hand as I run the machine against my clit.

Fuck.

No guy has ever made me come as hard as I do with this stupid machine and it’s a goddamn shame.

My body writhes as I run the vibrator up and down, building myself up before I push the end of it inside myself. This is one of the ones that stimulates you from the inside and the outside, with a multitude of settings that I had anamazingtime figuring out when I first bought it. Just as I’m about to insert it, I hear a knock on my door.

Or I think I do. This thing buzzes so loud I can’t tell, but I choose to ignore it in favor of my throbbing pussy.

I throw a hand over my mouth as I stuff the toy inside of me. My eyes close on instinct as I moan in pleasure. I hear a deep groan answering mine as I work the toy inside of me and?—

Wait.

Unless my voice just dropped like a teenage boy in the last ten seconds, that moan did not come from me.

My eyes fly open, and I freeze as I stare straight at a rock-hard six pack standing inside the door that was shut just a moment ago. My eyes reluctantly look up to the head accompanying the six-pack and see Rafael’s dark eyes looking down at me. He’s got an unreadable expression on his face, his eyes darker than a black hole as they roam over me.

His hair is scruffy, like he’s been running his hands through it,hands that are currently balled into fists at his side as if he has to physically hold himself back. And then something else catches my eye. The very large imprint pressing against his sweatpants.

Holy shit.

I instinctively inch the toy just a tiny bit further inside of me at the sight of it, but I can’t do anything else. I’m frozen in place.

What am I supposed to do?

Rafael and I aren’t on the best of terms right now. I’m still quietly mad at him about everything that happened that night in the rain, even if it was hard to be angry when he slept on the concrete floor between me and the fire that night. So what is he doing here, now? And why am I not telling him to get the fuck out?

The only sound in the room is the incessant muffled buzzing the vibrator is making from inside of me.

Rafael blinks for the first time since being here. “Don’t stop on my account.”His voice is deep and gravelly, and I swear I get instantly wet at the sound of it. But I don’t move to continue, not while he stands there looking at me like that. Like he doesn’t hate my guts, but maybe like he wants to rearrange them instead.

I just stare at him, at those eyes that don’t look like they hate me at all.

“Move the sheet.” He nods to where it lays over me, his voice demanding.

I use my spare hand and grab the end of the sheet. My common sense is screaming at me to keep that sheet there, to tell him to leave, but the reckless part of me is in control right now. The part of myself that I tried to quiet when it sparked at the sight of post-workout Rafael and his respective six pack.

I slowly slide the sheet off of myself, leaving myself bare in front of him. My legs are as closed as they can be with my hand and a vibrator stuffed between them.

A chill shivers its way over my skin at the night air on my bare limbs, or maybe it’s following his hungry gaze as it trails over my lower body, the top half still covered by my shirt.

“Open your legs for me.”His voice is so authoritative, leaving no room for debate.

I don’t hesitate this time beyond my better judgment, letting my legs fall open so that he can see all of me. Somehow his eyes grow even darker, and my eyes catch on his dick twitching against his sweats, like it’s aching to be let free.

“Fuck, May,” he growls.

My body reacts to my name from his mouth, my hips jerking forwards making the vibrator hit just the right spot, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me.

“That’s it,” he says, encouraging me to keep going, and I give up any resistance by moving the vibrator in and out. I switch the setting to pulse as the outer part stays vibrating against my clit and it’s almost too much.

My body writhes as the tension builds throughout my entire body. I can feel all my muscles tensing up. I dig my feet into the mattress as I work the toy back and forth, round and round, anything and everything, as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Just like that, Whitley,” Rafael grits out, drawing my attention to where he stands a step further in my room. His hands flex beside him, the color flowing back to his knuckles as he repeats the motion. Why is he here? Why is he doing this? And why am I okay with it?

“Does that feel good?”

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