Page 60 of Spinning Out Of Control

“Are you ready for me, Ren?” I ask as I pull my fingers out.

“Yes, god, yes, Kira. Please, please, please.”

“That’s a good boy,” I purr as I pour lube into my hand and coat the toy in long, slow strokes. Then, I pour a generous amount of the cool liquid over Ren’scock, letting it spill down his balls and to his ass. Once I’m certain he’s properly prepped, I find the small remote I set off to the side earlier and fumble with the buttons until a hot vibration blooms between my legs from the inside out.

Another click, and the rabbit ears begin to tease my clit. Warmth spreads through me and my eyelids grow heavy as the pleasure begins to take over. Watching Ren as I edged him all morning has been my own form of edging myself.

“Fuck,” I sigh as I tilt my head back and enjoy the relief of the friction for a moment. But then Ren whimpers, and the sound brings me back to the moment. Remembering why we’re here, I take the head of the vibrating dildo and position it at Ren’s entrance. I push in, and after a brief pushback, the dildo works past his tight ring of muscle, sliding easily into his body.

“God, fuck, Kira. God that’s so good. That’s so good, baby. Move. Move, move, move, please. Fuck me.”

Every word from his mouth is pained and breathy, his desperation evident and spurring me on. I squeeze the toy inside of me tightly as I start to move my hips, dragging the dildo in and out of Ren’s tight ass in rhythmic strokes. Precum leaks from the tip of his cock onto his belly, and I swipe my finger through it, bringing the salty liquid to my mouth and moaning at the taste of him.

“You taste so good, Ren. You look so fucking pretty taking my toy,” I praise as he squirms and bites his lip.

“I need…fuck I need–”

“Tell me what you need, babe,” I coo as I increase the speed of my strokes.

“I need to touch myself. Please, Kira, please can I stroke my cock?” He works out between little gasps and moans. I hit the remote, increasing the speed of vibrator working my clit and nod. I’m not going to last much longer, and I want to watch him explode before I come.

He sobs as he takes himself in his hand, working his strokes in time with mine. Our eyes fixate on each other, watching the lust pass through with each push and pull of our bodies. I lean over so I can get deeper inside of him, and the slight change of angle pushes the part of the toy inside me so hard against my g-spot that my vision starts to blur. I place a hand on his chest to steady myself. Pleasure hums through me, my orgasm right there within my grasp, but I hold on. I don’t want to come yet. Not until–

“Oh fuck, Kira, I’m there. I’m there, I’m coming. I’m–fu-uh-uck,” Ren cries out as his dick swells in his hand and cum begins to shoot from his tip and over his belly and chest. The sight of his cum coating his body and his hand unravels me, and I let go as my own orgasm washes over me. It thrums through my bones, unspooling every bit of tightness and turning me molten.

I have just enough good sense to carefully pull the toy out of both Ren and myself before collapsing on topof him, letting our sweat and his cum mingle on our skin as I breathe hard and ragged against his chest.

“I totally get why men act the way they do, now,” I say as I return to my breath. “Having a dick is a total power trip. I feel like I could conquer the world.”

“Conquer my world anytime, love. That was incredible.” He rubs my back, groaning as he moves to lift us up off the desk. “But next time, let’s do it in bed. I get the desk fantasy, but I think I threw my lower back out.”

I snort, unable to hide my amusement at his old man groans of pain.

“Come on, Ren. Let’s hop in the shower and then I’ll take you down to the yoga studios and help you stretch out.” He raises a brow at me, and I laugh while giving him a shove. “Not in that way, you pervert.”

But that doesn’t stop me from copping another feel–and stealing another orgasm–under the spray of my tiny office shower.

“We’ve been worriedabout you. We thought you might have died.”

“Death by dick. What a way to go.”

“We weren’t that worried. But you have missed a lot.”

A few hours later, I’m facing the firing squad at ahole-in-the-wall breakfast spot in Hayes Valley. In my sex-drunk haze over the last couple of weeks, I broke the cardinal rule. I didn’t make enough time for The Pussy Posse. In my defense, it’s hard to keep up with a group chat when you’re busy being a full-time fitness instructor, full-time fish mom and full-time orgasm receiver.

Warren and the other significant others are golfing in the Presidio while Georgie, Rachel, Dottie and I renew our friendship vows over chocolate chip pancakes and Sauvignon Blanc.

“Hey, be fair. I sat back and let you all enjoy your honeymoon phases. Each and every one of you knows how hard it can be to focus when you know exactly where your next good dick-down is coming from.”

I’m met with some agreeable mumbles and head nods, and by the time the server drops off a few stacks of pancakes and a second bottle of wine, all has been forgiven.

“So, Rach, are you and Amir headed out on a honeymoon anytime soon? Gonna be like Georgie here and fuck your husband all across Europe for a month?” I ask between nibbles of perfectly crispy bacon. They’ve been married for a few months now and have yet to take a trip.

“We’re going back to the island after New Years for a few weeks,” she says with a shrug. She’s referring to the private island in French Polynesia that James purchased for Georgie as a wedding present–because ofcourse he fucking did. Even though it belongs to the Adlers, the island has become a little bit all of ours, and we’re all welcome to visit at any time. “And we’re going to Monaco for the Grand Prix in the summer. But other than that, we’re here for a while. We’ve been honeymooning our hearts out at home.”

“As you should,” Dottie says, holding up her forkful of pancakes to Rachel to cheers.

“Kira, tell us about Warren. How’s it going?” Georgie asks, setting her chin in her palm while gazing at me dreamily. My heart melts a little bit. I love her and her little romantic spirit so much.

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