Page 57 of While You Were Spying
Well, not about them having glow-in-the-dark condoms.
I wouldn’t be surprised if they have them—as well as many other novelty varieties.
“I’ll pass, thanks.” Jayden removes his wallet from his shorts, flips it open, and removes the foil package. He hands it to me.
“Bed or love seat?” I ask. I’m up for either one.
“Bed this time.” He walks to it, arranges the pillows against the ornate metal headboard, and leans back against them. His thick cock stands proudly to attention, almost as if saluting me.
I might not have any experience with being sexually adventurous, but at least I do know how to put a condom on a guy. My best friend in high school and I practiced on a lot of bananas.
I’m a pro at it.
I’m also pretty good at rolling them onto a man’s penis.
As I demonstrate to Jayden, his sexy moans accompanying my movements.
I straddle his thighs. Before I can position myself, so his wide tip is against my entrance, his hand is on my hip, keeping me in place.
“Not yet.” His hand cups the nape of my neck and brings my head down to his. Then he resumes kissing me.
And there’s not a single complaint about that from me.
His hand slides away from my neck, down my shoulder to my breast. He brushes his thumb against the hard bud. I gasp softly against his mouth.
He plays with my breast, squeezing it, kneading it, teasing it, all while we continue kissing.
His mouth disappears from mine, and he leans forward, taking the other nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it, twirls his tongue around it. My breath comes in faster, harder.
His hand leaves my breast and trails south to between my legs. My sex is slick with need, and he spreads the wetness around my clit, pushing me rapidly to the abyss I sense waiting for me.
A finger slips inside me, followed by another. “Oh God,” I moan. On reflex, I thrust my hips forward.
Jayden’s mouth leaves my breast and moves to my shoulder. His tongue flicks against my skin; his teeth lightly bite me.
Closing my eyes, I groan and rest my forehead against his. My fingers brush over his shaved short black hair, needing to explore every part of him.
I open my eyes, and my gaze goes to his hand between my legs. His fingers continue alternating between burying themselves inside me and spreading the wetness around the sensitive area. Just seeing his sexy, long brown fingers between my legs, and the familiar tribal dog tattoo on his forearm proves to be too much.
An unfamiliar sensation stirs deep, and my inner muscles start to spasm around his fingers, pulling me to where I’ve craved to go for so long. “Oh God,” I groan.
I keep watching his hand until I can’t keep my eyes open another second. “Oh God,Jaaayden.” The last word comes out as a sustained groan, and my muscles clamp down hard. I’d be surprised if my grandmother and her friends don’t hear me in San Francisco.
At least no one in the resort will think we’re faking that part of our stay here.
Once I’m recovered enough, I reopen my eyes. Aftershocks continue trembling through my body—which has waited a long time to experience this monumental occasion: my first, and hopefully not my last, man-induced orgasm.
Holy shit. This is what I’ve been missing out on for all that time?
Wow. Who knew?
Jayden grins at me. “Good, huh?”
I roll my eyes. “As if you didn’t know. And thank you, by the way.”
“Sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”
I was hoping he would say that.
