Page 52 of Afterglow
I wantFletcher Donovan to catch me.
I want him to know how fucking crazy horny he makes me by merely existing. Too bad he’s not around. And my favorite purple vibrator is nowhere to be found. I compromise on a set of nipple clamps and a slightly smaller blue silicone dildo. At least it vibrates.
All sweaty clothing of the day stripped and tossed to the floor, I sit my bare ass on the mattress and lean against the headboard. Licking my thumb and forefinger, I use them to work my nipples until they’re hardened peaks between the metal bar piercing them. Getting the barbells helped recover the sensitivity lost when my boobs grew to their full size, but I’d already discovered clamps and didn’t want to give them up. To accommodate for the piercings, this specific set connects with a delicate silver chain, somehow harsh and feminine at the same time. I spit to slick and tweak one side until my nipple shrinks enough to attach the clamp, then the other, sighing at the sting of pain they cause.
This dildo isn’t as big as the rabbit, and doesn’t stretch my mouth to the point of pain as I usually like. I do my best to wet it before turning on the vibration and moving it over each nipple, wishing it were Fletcher’s rough hands instead. The buzzing coaxes goosebumps from my skin, and I widen the stance of my bent legs to slide the tip past the split of my cunt.
Arousal pools as I circle my clit, spreading the slick wetness over the sensitive, raised bundle. I bite back a moan and press the button again, upping the speed one level. The jolt is so strong, my head knocks into the headboard. A harsh squeeze to my breast induces a loud, achy wince. “Fletcher,” I gasp.
“Fuck me,” he replies.
My eyes fly open and immediately wrench shut, because there’s no way the universe actedthatfast over a wish. But when I reopen them, he’s still there. Shirtless, panting, cock straining against the fabric of his sweats. His hands tear at his hair before dragging down his face. “What’re you fucking doing to me?”
Momentary panic has blood pulsing in my ears. Get it together. You wanted this, Bea. The universe has given it to you; now make the best of it.
“To you? I’m doing it tome. I need this.” I swipe the length of the toy through the wet layers of my pussy. “Wanna watch?”
“God, yes.” The man whimpers and folds at the foot of the bed, holding himself upright on his hands, bowing toward me. It offers the most incredible view of his bare, heaving chest. His arms flex with restraint. “You think about me, Bea? When you touch yourself?”
“All the fucking time,” I reply, thrusting the toy inside me at a languid pace. “I want it to be you.”
“Fucking hell.” His hips buck against the mattress, seeking contact. They match the speed of my thrusts, every roll straining the muscles in his torso.
“Oh, my God,” I whine. “You’re so hot.” He grunts when I pick up the speed, plunging the toy through my pussy again and again. “You think of me, too?”
“Always,” he heaves out.
My eyes stay on him, the synchronous rhythm taking me to the blissful edge of a massive cliff at a mind-numbing speed. His cock leaks, leaving a wet spot against the grey fabric of his pants. “That’s right. Get that dick wet for me.” I pump the silicone dildo deeper, increasing the vibration speed to its max.
“Fuck,” he grumbles through his teeth. The sinews in Fletcher’s neck go so taut I’m afraid they’re gonna snap. “I’m gonna come, Bea.”
“Want you to. Let go.”
The swollen, red crown of his cock glistens over his waistband, spilling his release onto my pale pink sheets. He bellows a guttural groan. A jarring orgasm rolls through me at the sight. I release the clamps, the aftershocks so strong I nearly black out.
“That was,” Fletcher mumbles, awestruck, “the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I’m suddenly aware of my naked display and attempt to hide myself with my limbs. I’m not embarrassed about my body, but a part of me wonders if it’s too much, too soon for him. We agreed to take it slow.
He answers by picking up the toy from the bed. “Can I use this on you?”
I would have never expected it. Bashful, blushing Fletcher Donovan asking to fuck me with a dildo. “Right now?”
“Right now.” Neediness shakes his tone. “Teach me how you like to be touched. How to play with you, with this.” He holds out the toy. I’m never gonna stop being wet at this point.
“Put it in your mouth,” I urge.
Fletcher’s eyes flutter shut with a moan as he sucks my cum from the silicone. “Now what?”
“Turn it on.” It buzzes to life. “Feed it to me.” He crawls closer on his knees and pushes it between my lips. I gag when it goes too deep. His hazel eyes gleam with wonder. “Where do you want to touch me, Fletcher?”
“Everywhere.”
“Then do it.”
He slides the toy down my chest, the vibrations against my sternum hardening my nipples once more. It circles my belly button before traveling lower. I seek something to grab, bracing myself. One hand lands on Fletcher’s toned arm. The other clutches the top corner of my pillowcase. A bright red blankets his fair, speckled skin as he dips down, lifting a handful of breast to his warm lips. He moans, pursing around a tightened peak, doting on it with gentle lashes, flicking the metal bar with his tongue before leaving it with a harsh suck.
“Oh, my God,” I groan. The rising pleasure sets fire to my skin.
