Page 107 of It's Complicated

I hadn’t factored in how different it would feel if I was walking around, driving, or sitting in public and having to pretend like I wasn’t rock hard and so turned on I could barely think straight.

All that pressure on my prostate, not to mention the constant shifting and rubbing of the smooth plug against it every time I moved, felt incredible. But it was how my body kept involuntarily clenching around it, squeezing the plug and forcing it into the perfect position, that was my undoing.

Jamie pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Z.”

I preened under his appreciative gaze and gave my cock a slow stroke, needing some sort of relief.

“Did I say you could do that?” He arched his eyebrow and ran one hand down his chest.

My eyes tracked his hand, following it as it traced a path over his stomach and back up to his pec.

I had a thing for Jamie’s chest and hands. I loved how firm and strong his pecs were, how soft his skin was under the light smattering of hair that covered them.

And I really loved watching him touch himself, see his big hands running over his miles of golden skin.

I let go of my cock with a garbled whimper.

“Turn around and let me see it.” His eyes blazed with lust, his expression nearly as feral as I felt.

I did as he said, my entire body tight and practically vibrating with need.

The rustling of clothes caught my attention, then the thump of something hitting the floor rang out in the room.

I glanced over my shoulder as Jamie kicked his jeans to the side, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his underwear. His heated gaze was glued to my ass.

Deliberately, I bent over at the waist and spread my legs, giving him an unobstructed view of the plug.

Jamie’s growl of approval tickled my ear a second before his hand closed over my ass cheek.

I moaned and pushed back against his hand. He wrapped his other arm around my chest and dragged me back so I was pressed up against his front.

“Jamie,” I gasped, clenching desperately around the plug as he massaged my ass cheek in his big hand.

“I’ve got you, Z.” He pressed a soft kiss under my ear. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

I let out a shuddering breath and forced my body to relax.

“That’s it,” he praised, rubbing my chest with his hand. “You’re doing good, Z.”

He slipped his other hand across my ass cheek and dipped his fingers into my crease. He trailed them down, then pressed on the base of the plug.

I jolted like he’d zapped me with a live wire, the pressure sending a zing of pleasure through me.

“Jamie,” I groaned.

“This is so hot.” He kissed my neck, gently nibbling my skin with his teeth. “Does it feel good when I do this?” He thumped his finger against the base a few times.

“Too good,” I moaned, letting my head drop back against his shoulder.

“Get on the bed, on your back,” he rumbled, his lips next to my ear. “And I’ll fuck you exactly how you need.”

Spinning on my heel, I scurried over and practically dove onto the bed in my haste to obey, sweeping the petals away and scrambling up the mattress so I could flop onto my back with my head on my pillow.

“Holy fuck,” I panted, fisting my hands in the comforter. All that fumbling moved the plug around inside me, and my entire body tingled deliciously.

“Supplies?” Jamie asked, coming to stand beside the bed.

I waved my hand at the bedside table in a vague motion. “Hurry.”

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