Page 39 of Bottle Rocket
“You pick,” she said.
With a confident grin, he selected a handful of toys, condoms, toy-cleaning wipes, and lube from both their stashes and pushed the rest to the floor. She studied the items on the bed and figured out a game plan on the fly.
She used toy-cleaning wipes and told Leo to take his clothes off. He obeyed.
She loved how well he obeyed. She stripped her dress off. She wasn’t wearing any undergarments. Her panties were in Leo’s pocket and the dress had a built-in bra. Made for easy fucking.
She picked up a butt plug. It was one of Leo’s, a heavy, curved bulb. “This okay?”
His “yes” was a moan.
“Do you need me to prep you first? Fingers or anything?” she asked. She’d never prepped anyone except herself. This was uncharted territory.
“No. I’m fine.”
She shoved his legs apart, and he moaned again. His naked body was a masterpiece. Hot, shiny with sweat, corded with muscle. No wonder he painted himself in the throes of sex.
She lubed up the plug and placed it at his entrance, and he started begging under his breath. A litany of “please, please, please.”
The gruff cry he made as she pressed the plug in was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. Once it was seated, she wiggled it a little, and he grabbed at the sheets under him, his eyes rolling back.
Bingo.
She laughed breathlessly and moved up the bed. His bed was amazing, and having Leo sprawled out in the middle of those blankets and pillows was a gift.
“Make me wet,” she said, her voice ragged. She swung a leg over so she was straddling his face and fisted a hunk of his hair.
He sucked the inside of her thigh. “You’re killing me.”
“In a good way?” she asked.
“The best way.”
He laved over her clit, and her pulse jumped. She twisted her hips so his chin dragged through her folds, his stubble lighting her up. He clutched her ass and held on.
“Get me ready for you,” she said. “I want to be dripping.”
He licked her, delving into her pussy before focusing on her clit. Then he repeated the motion, again and again. The slide of his tongue inside with each pass made her toes curl and her stomach clench. It was addicting, but not what she wanted. She needed something weighty. Something hard and blunt and searing to make her come.
“Enough,” she said, gasping. He didn’t stop. She yanked his mouth off her clit. “Enough.” He smiled his take-no-prisoners grin. “Don’t be bad, Leo, or you won’t get your reward.”
“Oh yeah? What’s my reward?” he asked. She slid down his body and suckled the tip of his dick, the taste of his pre-come sharp on her tongue. She popped off before he’d had time to react. His eyes were wide and his breathing fast.
She rolled a condom down his cock. “Well, I’m guessing you didn’t pick that harness and dildo for bed decoration, did you?” He shook his head. She laughed. “Don’t come.”
She straddled him again, this time taking his prick inside her with one swift movement. Her body was still relaxed from her orgasm earlier, and her cunt was wet from his mouth. He slid in like he belonged there.
Maybe he did. The thought was a wild rebellion in her brain, one she couldn’t quite stifle. It pinged around in there as she started to ride him.
Leo whispered, “Oh my God.”
She wanted to get possessive with him. Tell him that he belonged to her. And she belonged to him. And thatthiswas right. The connection between them wasright.
But she didn’t do that because it wasn’t going to happen. He was going to leave, and she was going to figure out a way to be okay with that. So she held him down, planted her palms on his chest, and tried to lose herself in the sensation of having him inside her.
“Yes, Rosie,” he hissed. “Use me.” She rode him in long, slow strokes. He was shaking, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs.
She grabbed a flat, palm-sized vibrator from the bed. It was the ideal size to hold against her mound and the base of his cock. She turned it on and ground down on it, the vibration dragging against her clit with every swivel of her hips.
