Page 94 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

“Do it. Use it. I want to watch.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. I told you I want to learn you. Should I not be serious?”

“I mean…” I chew on my lip, then shrug. “It’s just that in my experience, guys aren’t very receptive to toys in the bedroom. Makes them feel inadequate.”

“Morons,” Dean says. “That’s such a bullshit way of saying it makes them jealous or that they don’t want to learn. They should want their partner happy, and if it takes a toy, it takes a toy. Not saying they shouldn’t also work at it but, I mean, fuck. It’s sex, not rocket science.”

I laugh.

I love how adamant he is about this, how he’s not intimidated and just wants to make me happy.

Love it so much I can’t help but press my lips to his.

He kisses me back hungrily, devouring my mouth like it’s the last time we’ll ever kiss.

His grip tightens, hands trailing over my hips and to my ass. His palms squeeze me hard enough that it teeters along that painful-pleasure line.

My clit brushes over his hard dick, and if we do this much longer, I’ll be coming from dry-humping alone.

Like he can read my mind, he pulls back, dropping his forehead to mine.

“I’ve been imagining you in here with this thing almost nightly…and oftentimes in the shower. Hell, I can’t even tell you the number of times the images have popped up when I’m doing something ridiculous like the dishes or something. I’d love to see if my fantasy matches the reality.” Another squeeze. “If you’re game, of course.”

I don’t know if I’m just that horny or if the thought of masturbating in front of him turns me on, but…

I roll off him, vibrator still in hand, and lie next to him.

I feel his eyes on me as I get comfortable, into the same position I would assume if I were doing this without an audience.

An audience… The thought of Dean watching me masturbate should probably scare me, make me nervous. But it doesn’t.

I know how it feels to have his eyes on me when I do my yoga.

Him watching me masturbate? I’m getting wet just thinking about it.

I spread my legs and pull my panties to the side.

“You do it with your panties on?” I nod, and he gulps. “Holy fuck that’s hot.”

I chuckle. “It’s lazy.”

“No, River,” he says, tossing the blanket completely off the bed and grabbing his cock. “It means you were so damn worked up you couldn’t even bother taking your panties off. I promise you, that’s hot as fuck.”

When he says it like that…

I turn the toy on, and he chuckles.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “Just now I know what the buzzing I heard was.”

My cheeks redden and I switch it back off, covering my face with my hands.

He pulls them back down. “No, no. Don’t be embarrassed.”

“How can I not be? You heard me masturbating!”

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