Page 21 of Lust

—Aaron

“There.” I hand it back to Everly. “That should make everyone sufficiently jealous.”

Then I unclasp my Rolex from my wrist and hand that to Everly, too. “Give this to your mom and tell her she definitely should have paid more attention to nerds like me. My heart was already taken. But who knows, some other nice nerd might have made her a very happy woman.”Kill them with kindness. Until they deserve another type of death.

“Wow!” Everly’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out of their sockets. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.” I flash her my most magazine-worthy smile, then watch her glide back to the counter, clutching the watch like it might flee back to my wrist if given half a chance.

Just wait until Arrow Black works its magic and Mama meets her baby girl’s new billionaire boyfriend.A smile curls my lips. Being rich and powerful sure has its perks.

I leave the cafeteria with a spring in my step, eager to work my charm on the Hawk Ridge High School cafeteria staff.

Ruby

The silky black negligee caresses every curve of my body, slipping and sliding over my skin like the hands of a careful lover. My nipples harden under its liquid softness, turning me on in a way I haven’t felt in years.

Of course, I hurried home after work and made a beeline for my mailbox. Of course the little package wrapped in brown paper sent a tingle along my spine before I even opened it. Once I saw what was inside, that tingle spread throughout my body. Whoever sent me this gift might as well be touching me right now, their fingertips dancing over the surface of my skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Santa has stepped up his game, and I’m about to enjoy the result.

Grateful that Brent is out drinking, I step into my closet, reach up to the highest shelf, and feel around blindly until my fingers find the hard packaging that’s tucked beneath the scarves and sweaters. Praying the batteries are still good, I pull it down and take out the pink silicone shape, squeezing my eyes shut in a silent plea as I push the little button.

A steady buzz answers my prayer.

Feeling wonderfully feminine, I stand in front of the mirror and admire the way the lingerie lifts and squeezes my breasts into round mounds of soft flesh. My fingers draw circles over their upper contours, then trail down my sides and along the lacy edge of the silk, down to the place where my thighs meet, where my blood beats in an excited, throbbing pulse, preparing me for pleasure. I tug the silk aside and touch the vibrating silicone to my clit.

“Thank you, Santa,” I moan, as though he were standing on the other side of the mirror. “I worked hard today,” I whisper, then wink at my reflection. “Time to reward myself.”

Aaron

Watching Ruby put on her lingerie is like an excruciatingly slow train ride toward heaven. Finally, she’s transformed into a goddess. The black silk molds itself perfectly to her sensual form, and I imagine that I’m the one touching her every place the fabric caresses her skin.

And then she goes and gets a vibrator. Not one that’s casually kept in a drawer beside her bed. No. One that’s hidden away on a top shelf of her closet. Something her husband probably doesn’t know about. And I get to watch her use it.

“This is our lucky day,” I whisper to the bulge in my jeans. “We’re about to have a very, very, very good night.” Thank God I’m back in my hotel room to enjoy this situation properly.

The vibrator buzzes as Ruby carries it over to the bed. She pauses for a few seconds, her back to the camera, and the thick pink silicone cock disappears somewhere in front of her body. She stiffens. She must have pressed it to her clit.

“Turn around,” I whisper, undoing the button on my jeans. “Turn around.” She reaches the edge of the bed and climbs up. Her ass cheeks are on full display, their creamy expanse visible beneath the lacy pattern. Although I don’t mind this view one little bit, I’m desperate to see just what she’s doing with that vibrator.

I unzip my jeans.

Slowly, gracefully, Ruby lowers herself onto the bed and rolls onto her back. Now my view is perfect: right between her spread legs.

I pull my cock through the fly of my boxer shorts and grab a bottle of lotion off my desk.Thank you Brent Michelson, for being a total douche and leaving your wife home alone for me tonight.I squirt a blob of lotion into my hand and wrap it around my rock hard cock.

The vibrator hums quietly on the bed beside Ruby. Eyes closed, she slowly slides one hand down her belly until her fingertips rest between her thighs. Her hips rise against her hand, and she rubs herself over the black fabric. Then, with a little moan, she moves the silk aside and uses her other hand to guide the vibrator toward her glistening pussy.

“Holy fuck.” I hiss, pumping myself in my fist.

Ruby teases her pussy with the giant pink dick, sliding it along her folds, gathering moisture. Then she presses it against her clit and her moans get louder. She grinds herself against the tip before she slides it down toward her entrance and then, with a little gasp, inserts it into her pussy one delicious inch at a time.

Her hips roll forward to meet the penetration, eager and hungry.

“You want cock, baby girl?” I thrust into my fist, pretending, wishing, that it was her body squeezing me and not my own lonely hand.

Chapter 9

December 2nd

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