Page 10 of Turn Me On
After a year of knowing him, he still made me blush. “Thanks, you big hunk.”
He slipped a third finger inside me and I bristled at the burn, breathing into it, loving how the initially uncomfortable sensation sank into familiarity and longing. His other hand found my clit and rubbed, pulling meaway from the burn of the stretch and into the bite of bliss.
Smiling, he said, “Let me take care of you. I’ll make you feel good. All you have to do is feel it. Get out of your head if you can, but no pressure.”
I nodded again while he finally slipped the lubed-up plug in my ass after thoroughly stretching me out. It was always necessary to prepare before taking a partner back there, but especially with him—my thick man. He clicked on the vibrate function before gently spreading my legs.
“Relax,” he crooned. “If he is here, we’re going to make him so fucking jealous, he’ll regret ever showing up.”
He clicked on the long, ridged blue dildo I’d tossed on the bed earlier in the night and ran it over my slit. Up and down. Hovering over my clit before pulling it away. Teasing me in the most delicious way.
“Thanks, love,” I replied, closing my eyes and focusing on the way Rider slid the silicone toy around inside my folds, and trying my hardestnotto focus on the possible twat-head watching from the dark voyeur space.
Watching me.
Lip raised in a sneer.
Shaking his head in disappointment and disgust.
Fuck.
It was too late—he was in my head already. Burrowed there like a damn prairie dog.
“Look at me,” Rider commanded. “Focus on me.”
The dildo slipped inside my pussy, the ridges rubbing against my walls. I hummed at the sensation and opened my eyes. My man’s beautiful blue eyes were gazing down at me, glinting with desire.
“It’s me who gets to touch you. No one else.” He dragged the fingers of his free hand down my neck, teasing me with a gentle squeeze before continuing the path to my breasts. “I’m yours.”
To anyone else, he probably sounded possessive or controlling. But that wasn’t the case. Yes, he cared deeply for me and would do anything I asked, but he wasn’t controlling in the slightest. His words were a reassurance. A tool to calm the anxiety I might have been feeling. No other man got to have me this way, and that was my choice. Rider onlyempowered my decisions. He never held me back.
“And I’m yours,” I breathed.
I sealed my mouth with his, licking at his lips. He opened with ease, and I caressed his tongue with mine. Our bodies were as flush as they could be with the vibrator still inside me. He deepened the kiss, practically swallowing me whole, and I let him invade my mouth. His tongue was warm and fervent—searching, exploring.
“You taste like a picnic,” he rasped, delving back in to lick my tongue.
I tittered at the comment. “What does that mean?”
He pulled the toy away and drove his hips between my thighs, his cock slipping up my slit, replacing the dildo. “You know, like strawberries and scones and all that good shit.”
That absolutely wasn’t true, but I was obsessed with how much he adored every aspect of me. “You’re too sweet.”
“Feeling better now, babe?” he asked, still bucking his hips forward to slide his dick over my clit again and again.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He pulled back and plunged the dildo inand out of my pussy in a rocking motion. The vibrations from the plug paired with the dildo hitting my G-spot in a way that only Rider could make happen had me seeing fireworks whenever I closed my eyes.
“Good. I want you to keep your eyes on me when I say this,” he whispered. “But heishere. He’s right in front of the glass wall now. I can see him clear as day.”
I didn’t dare look. I didn’t want to seehimwatching me like this. Naked and writhing while my new man worked me in two holes. Not that I was shy or embarrassed. Hell no.
He didn’tdeserveto see me.
Rider bent over and nipped my bottom lip. The not-so-innocent smile on his face was pure trouble. “What do you say we give him a show?”
“Play into it?” I clarified, still rolling my hips into his hand as he worked me over.
