Page 60 of Caught A Vibe

I palm him through the thin cotton of his underwear and he groans, his hips rocking forward. The way he is game for anything is such a turn-on. I can feel him growing as he catches up with my plan. How long has it been since I had a partner who liked to play?

Too long. I smile, but I am impatient now. I pull down the remaining barrier in one swift motion. His thick, hard cock bounces right in front of my face. Taunting me. Daring me to take him all at once.

I’ve never backed down from a dare.

I lick his swollen head with the flat of my tongue before running my mouth down the length of his shaft, getting him nice and slick on each side. His hands reflexively tighten in my hair, and I gasp before taking him inside my mouth, pushing forward until he hits the back of my throat. I fight my gag reflex and bounce my head until he is making the most deliciously filthy noises come out of my mouth. It pairs nicely with the stream of expletives he is chanting above me.

“Fuck, Penny. I love it when you take all of me. Swallow that cock like a good girl. That’s it.”

He holds my skull steady as he picks up his pace, and I let him fuck my mouth. I love every thrust, every tear that leaks from my eyes, every thread of saliva that drips down my chin. I love that I can be filthy with him.

This giving is something I can’t replicate with my toys, and I am enjoying having a partner to please again. I didn’t realize how much I missed that aspect of sex until I got it back. But judging by how quickly this blow job turned me on, I’d do well to think more on how to achieve it when between partners.

Dash grunts and thrusts deep, pulling me back into the moment. His movements become jerky, and he coats my throat. He twitches and curses above me, vulnerable in my mouth, and I lick him clean, wiping all thoughts of work and future droughts from my brain. Worries for another day.

He slumps back against the counter, and I rise shakily on knees gone numb.

“So what did you order?” I tease.

“You, on a fucking platter,” he growls, pulling me close. “If you think we’re done with dessert just because you’ve gotten your craving satisfied, think again.” He slaps my ass through my work pants, making me jump and teeter in my heels. “I want this ass bare and up on the edge of the bed, now.”

I drop my slacks to the floor and step out of my heels to free my feet.

“Put the heels back on,” he calls over his shoulder as he disappears into the bedroom ahead of me. I step back into my heels over the protest of my toes and follow him, unbuttoning my blouse as I go. He turns with one hand behind his back, and gestures toward the bed with the other.

“Face down, ass up. I’ll be right back.”

I shed my bra and panties and climb onto the bed on all fours, careful to leave my heels hanging over the edge. Water runs in the bathroom, but before I can figure out what he’s up to, he’s back and running warm hands over my ass and thighs.

“You look so pretty like this, Penny. Ass in the air, bare and waiting for me.”

I shudder as he runs his hand from my tailbone up my spine, pausing at the top to squeeze my neck lightly and turn my face against the bed. My body is so sensitive to his touch, I can feel him before he makes contact.

“Now,” Dash says, moving the fingers of his other hand over my clit. I’m ridiculously wet from going down on him, and he is quick to take advantage. “I know what you like here.” He circles my clit, impressively hitting my self-pleasure rhythm and rotation perfectly. My nerves instantly jump to eleven.

And then he stops. Before I can protest, he slides those same fingers into my pussy, stretching me wide before curling downward against the front wall of my vagina to stroke gentle pressure across my G-spot.

“And I know you love this.”

I gasp and nod, the spike of pleasure stealing my wits and words. My hips jerk backward of their own accord, chasing his fingers on the withdraw. My thighs were already shaking with anticipation. I’ve never gotten this close this quick. If he paired this petting with his mouth on my clit, I’d hurtle right over that edge embarrassingly fast. And I get the feeling he knows it too.

“You’ve been taking notes.”

But he’s not done showing me what he’s learned. He holds his fingers stiff and still, withholding the glide I crave. I rock my hips, trying to find it, and turn to meet his eyes when an amused chuckle escapes him.

“Nice try, darling. But I’ve got other plans. I can’t help but wonder what you like…here.” Dash withdraws his fingers, and I cry out at the loss before immediately catching my breath on a gasp as he moves them higher to tease the rim of my ass. “Do you mind if I learn what you like here?”

The temperature in my bedroom has just gone up a hundred degrees. “Mmm, I love helping you with your research,” I say.

Dash’s grin lights up the room. “Good. Step back and put your feet on the floor.”

With my heels on I am practically bent in half, resting my elbows on the bed. Dash grabs the towel he’d dropped on the bed and unfolds it to reveal a bottle of lube, a wand vibe, and my favorite anal plug. It’s a silver bulb that I can take pretty easily and the flared end is capped with an amethyst crystal cabochon. It’s almost more art than toy.

“I picked this one because it’s pretty, but if you have one you like better, tell me now.”

I shake my head over his thoughtfulness. “I love that one. Which lube did you grab?”

“The water-based one from the drawer next to your bed.”

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