Page 14 of Stocking Stuffers
“Watching you make yourself come would honestly be the hottest thing ever,” he said, his voice ragged.
He’d never done that. Never watched someone or let someone watch him. The thought of having her eyes on him heightened the thrumming desire in his gut to almost unbearable levels.
His emotions were ping-ponging around, from giddiness to hair-on-fire lust. He couldn’t keep up with himself.
A small smile tripped across her face. “Hold that thought.”
She pulled out of his arms and rifled through her roller bag until she came up with a bottle of lube. Then she grabbed the dildo and Fleshstroker from the vanity.
“What’s that one called?” he asked, nodding toward the slim, slightly curved dildo with a cute appendage popping off the side.
“The Double Trouble. I’ve never tried this one. You can help me christen it.”
“Sure.” His voice was faint, his mind reeling and skin prickling. She was going to burn him up before he’d even gotten his dick out. “What’s it do? Besides the obvious.”
“It’s a vibrating dildo with a clitoral stimulator. The vibration is so strong it’s supposed to feel like thrusting, so you’ll have thrusting against your G-spot on the inside and pulsation against your clit on the outside at the same time. It’s very popular. I created an awesome marketing campaign for it.”
“I can imagine.”
After a quick glance around the bathroom, she backed up against the far wall adjacent to the claw-foot tub. He shuffled after her, his pants around his knees. Being disheveled and half undressed was weirdly doing it for him.
She pulled off her thong and handed it over. “Hold this.”
“Oh. God. Okay.” He wrapped the silky slip of fabric around his wrist and threaded his fingers into her short hair, tipping her head back. Red lipstick was slightly smeared around the corners of her lips from their kisses. “What next?”
“Pull your boxers down.” Her voice was huskier than before.
He kept one hand in her hair and pushed his underwear down with the other, her thong tangled around his arm.
“Nice prick,” she said. “Now watch.”
Her eyelids fluttered and a breathy sigh slipped past her lush lips. She put the Double Trouble to use. The vibrator was nearly silent, but she certainly wasn’t. She was sexy and vocal and completely debauched. Pink bloomed up her cheeks, and her mouth dropped open.
She propped one of her feet up on the lip of the bathtub. Her shiny pumps and sheer black stockings caught and held his attention as he let his free hand travel up her calf to her smooth, thick thigh.
“These leg things are doing something to me,” he said. He traced the lacy top of the fishnet stockings. They had seams that ran down the back of her legs.
“They’re called thigh-highs.”
“I want to lick them. Want to lick all of you.”
She moaned and pushed the toy in to the hilt. The black silicone was vibrant against the pink of her pussy. Heat spread up his limbs, sparking in his gut. He grabbed his dick and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.
This was too wild, but he’d never felt freer. Never felt so shocked by the touch of his own hand.
“Wait,” she breathed. “Squirt some lube in here and use this.” She held up the gold Fleshstroker. He hadn’t realized she’d still been holding it.
The toy resembled a sparkly flashlight but with a slit on the end. He dribbled lube onto the opening, then balanced it on the tip of his dick.
“So, I just jerk off with this?” he asked.
Her breath was thundering out of her, the color high on her cheeks. She nodded. “Drive that cunt like you stole it, baby.”
A shock of lust shot through him at her words, like lightning in his veins. Like hearing the wordcuntdrip from her dirty mouth had electrocuted him.
He pressed the Fleshstroker down over the head of his cock. A surprised grunt rumbled out of him.
She grinned. “Good, huh?”
