Page 32 of Debts and Desires
I was lying in bed when my mind drifted to him. I had heard his TV on when I walked by. I wondered if he was asleep or if he was awake. I wondered if he was masturbating, deciding probably not since he had me here.
Maybe you can.
Why haven’t you?
I was right. I could’ve been having O’s this whole time, sans Carter.
But I wanthimto give me one.
The thought sent a jolt to my clit, and I sighed. I slid my hand down my PJ pants, rubbing slow circles over my clit. A small whine slipped from me at how good that little bit felt. I wished I could’ve had more. Then I remembered…
You dumbass! You’ve had your vibe this whole time!
I was up and out of bed, quickly stripping my clothes completely off before digging around my suitcase for my battery operated boyfriend. I laid back down, spread my legs wide and turned the bright pink toy on, thankful it was still charged. With everything, I’d forgotten about it.
The moment it hit me, I let out a yelp-like sound of complete ecstasy. I heard some creaks from the hall, but I knew it was just Mac walking around like he always did when we went to bed. Carter was more than likely asleep by now and wouldn’t hear me over his TV, even if he was awake. I wasn’t going to last long, letting out another moan as I turned the vibrations up to the highest setting.
“Oh, fuck,yes,” I mewled, feeling myself grow closer to thatedge. “Yes!” I hissed, a string of moans flowing. I was right there, my hips pumping up and up and up until?—
The door opened, the light came on, and I jumped out of my skin, another yelp following. The vibrator dropped from my hand onto the bed and then fell to the floor. My eyes looked in horror at the toy moving around on the hardwood. I got up as fast as I could, damn near tripping over myself as I grabbed it. It took my shaking hands a moment before I finally got a hold of it.
After struggling to find the off button, I mentally saidfuck itand tossed it on the bed, covering it with my pillow. I looked back at Carter, covering my body with my hands as best as I could as the vibe continued to go to town on the mattress. My face was so hot he could probably feel it from where he was still standing, slack jawed, in the doorway.
“What’re you doin’?” he asked.
“What does it look like?! Get! Out!” I screeched. He looked at me, then the buzzing pillow, then back to me.
“I heard noises. It sounded like you were hurt.”
“I’m not. Please leave.” There was a long silence, allowing the buzzing to sound about fifteen-thousanddecibels louder.
“You gonna turn it off, or do you want me to?” he asked, a smug look forming on his face. I moved fast, reaching under the pillow, and turned it off without pulling it out. “What’s wrong, Emmy? Us not fuckin’ tonight got you pent up?” he joked.
“Not just from tonight,” I grumbled.
“Whaddya mean?” He was suddenly serious. “You haven’t come back here after we’re done and… ya know?”
“No! And while we’re on the subject, I haven’twhilewe were either.”
“I didn’t think you’d wanna.” Was he fucking serious?!
“Why the hell wouldn’t I want tocome?!” I asked, my voice higher pitched and irritated.
“I don’t know… More transactional feelin’?Fuck. I don’t know. Thought you’d want to get it over with.”
“Look, clearly you don’t know what you’re doing when it comes to satisfying a woman, so just say that. And please leave sothat I can get back to it. How you managed to stop me right before again is astounding.” I muttered the last part under my breath.
“I don’t know what I’m doin’?” he asked, raising a brow. I nodded.
“Obviously, if you thought my lack of orgasms would be okay with me.”
Carter stalked to me and I was tossed on the bed. He was over me in seconds. He kissed my neck, slowly going down until he was at my breasts. It was the first time his lips had been on me in any way and I was damn near feral for it. He kissed down my body until he was at my thighs, teasing both of them with kisses until he finally dragged his tongue from the bottom of my entrance to the top. My hands found his hair as my head fell back, his name barely audible through the moan that escaped me.
It was almost as if he were trying to learn my likes and dislikes, exploring every part of me. I’d never had a man as attentive as Carter. And after months of burning up vibrators before I got here, I wasn’t going to complain. Maybe hedidknow what he was doing.
Although, my hate for him was growing because every time I’d get right at the edge again, he’d stop and try something else. I let out a few grunts in protest, but it didn’t matter. Carter did what he wanted—masterfully, I might add—and I could only lie there and take it.
When I was right at the cusp once more, he pulled away, squeezing my hips and letting me go.
