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“Do vibrations bother you?” I asked softly.
“A little. Um…they’re…I…”
“We’ll skip that one,” I said. The other was just a dildo, similar to the size of my own dick. It was soft latex and rubber, nondescript, a pale flesh color with a few ridges and fat head.
It was weighty against my palm, and I squeezed it absently as I made my way back over to the bed. My heart jumped a little at the sight of him holding himself, stroking root to tip. I could see sweat beading in his hairline, his lips parted on soft gasps.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He blinked at me. “I think people look strange when they’re getting off.”
I grinned and shrugged. “Maybe. I like it. I like you.”
I could see his cheeks darken, and he bit his lip again, turning his head away from me. That was my cue to undress. With my unyielding knee, it took almost as long as it had taken me to work with Ferris’s boot, but soon enough, I was beside him, my hand pressing down, running the length of his ribs.
“I’m gonna warm you up with a toy, okay?”
Ferris swallowed heavily. “The dildo?”
“Mhm. But just say the word if you don’t want?—”
“I want it,” he said before I even finished speaking. He bit his lip again and looked at me, his eyes bright and determined. “I want to do so much with you.”
Leaning over, I brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead and kissed him. “Yeah?”
“Mm. But…” I held my breath as his brows furrowed, half-distracted by the fact that he was still stroking himself. “Why did you change your mind? You said we had to be professional. Then you sucked my dick. Then you didn’t touch me again for weeks. I’m…confused. And it’s making me anxious.”
Groaning, I dropped my head to his shoulder. “I am so sorry. I knew I was going to fuck this up.”
“No. Just…can you tell me what this all means?” Ferris asked quietly. “Is it okay now? To want you? To kiss you? To do…this?”
Lifting my head, I met his gaze. “Yes. This right here, it’s what I want. I need to be careful at work, but I’m willing to take the risk for you.”
“For how long?” Ferris asked.
I swallowed heavily, then decided that honesty was the only thing that mattered. “For as long as you want to keep me.”
Ferris stared. He blinked. Then he grabbed me by the hair and set his mouth to mine.
Chapter Sixteen
Ferris
I could have kissedQuinn all day and all night long. His mouth fit perfectly against mine. It was never too messy or too wet. His kisses weren’t too soft or too hard. Everything about him felt perfect with our naked bodies pressed together.
But the longer his tongue teased mine, the more my body began to want. It was wild to think I’d waited so long to do this, but it also made sense. I knew for a fact I wouldn’t have felt this way if I’d fumbled into bed with someone my age.
They wouldn’t have understood me. They wouldn’t have taken the time. They wouldn’t have known how to touch, or kiss, or fuck me the way I needed.
With Quinn, it was easy. His steady, firm hands held me for as long as I needed and let go before I had to ask. And when he turned me onto my side and gently pressed the head of a slicked-up dildo against my hole, I was ready. His teeth dug lightly into the top of my shoulder as he pushed, and he groaned along with me as the pleasure-pain shot through my limbs as I was stretched and stretched and stretched.
“More,” I gasped, my back arching.
He gave me exactly what I was begging for. First the dildo, then—when I was out of breath but not filled enough—he added one of his fingers.
It was overwhelming. The edges of my vision went white, and my chest felt like it was going to implode. I couldn’t form words. All I could do was gasp, groan, and writhe against him as he prepared me.
“Please,” I managed to sob. I was too fucking close yet not close enough. All I wanted was to take my dick in my hand and stroke myself—to get some relief from this buildup of pleasure. But I knew better.
