Page 40 of Bottle Rocket
“What are you feeling?” she asked.
He was panting, his head tipped back and his muscles standing out in stark relief. “Like I’m … about to blow.”
“Better not.” It was getting hard for her to speak as well. His cock was nudging against her G-spot and the vibrator was a perfect wave of sensation against her sensitive clit.
“Fuck. You’re beautiful. You can fuck me even if I … if I—”
“I plan to be inside you when you come,” she gritted out. She clenched around him, making her eyes roll back in her head and him cry out.
“Each time you move … the plug. It hits me … It hits my …”
“I know, baby. Hush now and hold this.” She moved his hand to her vibrator, instructing him to keep it in place. Then she planted her hands beside his head so she could bounce on his cock.
He closed his eyes, a pained expression on his face. She was positive he wasn’t in pain. He was trembling and his cock was rock hard inside her.
She touched his neck lightly, a tease of her fingertips over his Adam’s apple.
He gasped and opened his eyes. “Please.”
She gripped his throat. Not hard enough to choke him. Not hard enough to block his airway, but a nice heavy weight that he was sure to feel.
“Okay?” she asked. He swallowed hard, and she felt it on her palm.
“Yes.Yes.” His free hand left her thigh and fisted the sheet.
“I’m gonna come,” she told him. It was sneaking up on her slowly—that fluttering in her core, the sweet achy pleasure.
He stared up at her as she fell apart, and she stared down at him until ecstasy slammed her eyes shut. She couldn’t hold herself up, and she crashed into his arms.
He caught her.
It took a few seconds for her to realize that Leo had pulled her off his cock and ditched the vibrator. He was breathing very deliberately, in through his nose out through his mouth.
“Are you all right?” she asked, her voice rough.
“Yup. Just … that was super hot, and I feel like I’m on fire … and I want to come so badly.”
She laughed and kissed him. She had expected him to orgasm when she did, but she was happy he hadn’t. He opened to her kiss, and she claimed it.
When she pulled back, nerves started to get the better of her. She tried to cover it by being as matter-of-fact as possible. She stripped his condom off and carefully removed his plug. He was shivery. Goosebumps bloomed over his arms and legs.
“Any trick to putting this on?” she asked, holding up the harness and a purple silicone dildo. The harness looked like a jock with adjustable straps.
Summer of Rosie: pegging master.
“Not really.” He helped her fasten the dildo to the harness, and before she knew it, she was wearing the whole contraption. It felt strange and powerful and sexy. “How do you want me?” he asked. “Please say fast.”
She wanted to go slow because of that comment, but he deserved his reward. He shoved a pillow under his hips. She lubed up the dildo and notched the head to his hole. He held his own legs back.
“Ready?”
“Yes, Rosie. Fuck me.”
She pressed in slowly. A moan punched out of his chest. Once she was fully seated inside him, she stilled.
All his emotions were on the surface. He seemed so vulnerable and open.
“Leo.” The wordsI love youjumped to her throat, but she bottled them up. Instead, she moved, fucking him, and said his name, again and again. “Leo. Leo. Leo.”
