Page 111 of Passed Ball

She stretches away from me, toward the nightstand, grabbing a black drawstring pouch that I didn't notice earlier. It's one I've seen many times during our FaceTimes when I'm on the road.

"You're so fond of watching me use this, but I wanted to see you use it on me."

The bag swings from her finger, dangling between us. I take her lips, my hand closing around the toy simultaneously.

"You've planned this whole night out, haven't you?"

"Maybe," she admits coyly.

"We're going to need to find more things to add to the list," I tell her, straddling her and working the string loose before pulling the vibrator free.

"Sounds like something to keep you busy while I'm gone," she teases, knowing damn well I haven't had a single free second in weeks between practices, games, and Holland.

"You underestimate how motivated I am." That's a job I'll make time for, especially if it means I get to keep her for longer. "Besides, I can think of a few things off the top of my head that we've talked about but haven't officially added." Hovering my lips at the shell of her ear and clicking the power button on, I whisper my filthy ideas like the one she agreed to under the influence of my mouth and a strawberry.

"It seems like you're trying to stretch this out." Her tone is still light, but there's a strain in her voice like something is bothering her. I know she's nervous about going home and I hope that's all it is. And now hardly seems like the time to ask, not when I need to get lost with her. But she's not leaving for California without telling me what's going on in that pretty little head of hers.

Using the curved tip of the toy I trace the strap of her open bra. "I think I'll leave this on while I fuck your tits."

Her breath hitches as I follow the strap around to her ribs and further down, rounding the curve of fabric that sits below heavy breasts. I repeat the pattern on the other side, working her up slowly before I drag it over each nipple, turning them into tempting peaks and letting the vibration ripple her skin.

"Do you think this toy can fuck you like I can?" I ask circling her belly button, letting each sweep get wider.

"No, I've tried."

That has my cock jumping inside my pants. Because I've seen her try and she always comes, but never as hard when I'm deep inside her.

"That's right, sweetheart. No cock--real or fake--can replace me."

Her eyes flare with fear. "I don't want to replace you."

"Hmm . . . Why do I feel like I want to make you prove that?"

"Yes," she gasps as the bulbous head sweeps over her pubic bone heading north, where she needs it.

"That wasn't a yes or no question."

"Show me. Prove that I can't replace you," she pleads, reaching for my cock.

I push her hand away, pinning it to the mattress next to her and scoot lower on the bed. "After. We have other things to do first." Her back arches off the bed with the first sweep of the pulsing toy over her clit. "I never tire of making you feel good, of showing you what you're capable of."

"Xavier," she starts.

I cut her off, easing the toy in an inch.

"With or without the list, you're strong. Don't forget, Vivienne--the power has always been yours. You just have to claim it."

She blinks up at me for a moment, clearly not expecting that, then her hands wrap around the back of my neck, dragging me in for a searing kiss.

"Thank you for always reminding me of that," she says softly when she pulls back. "Now fuck me." It's a demand and I would expect nothing less.

The toy slips in with ease. "So slick for me. Is this all from waiting in bed for me?"

"Yes. I've been thinking about this all day. It's been--"

Her thought is cut off by the press of the toy against the spot that has her clinging to me. "Distracting?" I finish for her, smirking down at her before I take one of her hard nipples into my mouth.

"Yes, so much."

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