“Mmm?” I drowsily grumble.
“I could spend the rest of my life right here. It’s warm and comfy, I can have the tastiest meal on Earth anytime I want, and the view is stunning.”
Then his tongue makes unexpected sharp contact with my clit, and I cry out. “Denver,fuck. Fuck me, please. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Are you feeling ready for some ice cream, baby?” Herocks forward to trail the flat of his tongue from my clit to my belly button, like he’s licking soft serve.
“I’m not tapping out—I need something more than your fingers. I need you.”
He stops to think for a moment, looking around the room with mussed-up hair and a wild look in his eye. “I’m sure I can find something around here to fill you.”
“No!” I sit straight up in a flash. “I’ve done rotations in emergency. You arenotputting a random object inside me.”
“Well, you need something, because I’m not giving you my cock yet.” He chews on the inside of his cheek, eyes still scanning the small cabin.
“I-I have something…in my duffel bag.”
“You’ve been holding out on me?” He scoffs, practically tripping over himself to get to my bag on the floor. The unmistakable zipper noise echoes through the room, and he laughs softly under his breath. “Blair Hart.You love making things easy for me, don’t you?”
“I just love giving myself a challenge.”
His chest rises and falls in a wild commotion as he’s crawling back up the bed and filling the air with a heavenly hum. “I bet you’re going to come so fucking hard with a bit of help from our little friend here.”
I packed my vibrator because my mom often tears the house apart looking for items she’s misplaced, and the last thing I need is her finding my hot pink dildo. I didn’t expect I’d need to use it during my first weekend alone with Denver, but this is a nice bonus.
The rabbit vibrator slips between my thighs, filling me almost as good as his cock would. The small ears press square on my clit, rocking my body with an intense wave of pleasure.
Denver cups my chin and gives me a soft peck. “You want me to fuck you?”
“More than anything,” I whimper, trying and failing splendidly to hold the impending orgasm at bay.
“Mmm. I think I’ll let our friend have a turn first. See exactly how many times you can come in a single night. I want you fucking feral for me.” He grips the base of the vibrator, shifting it slightly so my cries fill the room. “Come on it. Show me what you’re going to do with my cock.”
His tongue flickers over my nipple, and I’m a goner. Muscles quivering and jaw clenched, I unravel in under a minute. Crying his name as my feet drag across the sheets, making a corner pop off the mattress. When I finally come back down from whatever part of heaven he just sent me to, I find him holding up the saturated vibrator like a trophy.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to see my cock dripping with your cum like this.” He smirks before giving the silicone a languid stroke of his tongue to clean my mess. “Get on your knees and turn around.”
Denver sits back on his heels, stroking himself from end to end while I switch positioning. His palm falls to my right thigh, demanding my legs farther apart.
“Get comfortable, but keep that ass up for me.”
I lower my upper body, leaving my ass up and practically right in his face. My forehead resting on the cool pillow, I let out a deep exhale, waiting to feel him stretch me. His cock rubs down the seam of my ass, then he taunts me with the tip pressed to my pussy. My hips roll involuntarily, enough to feel the head of his cock slip inside, and he inhales sharply through his teeth. Doing my best to make him come undone, I push back against the bruising grip he has on my hips. Hopefully, I’ll get him sunk deep enough that he loses control and fucks me senseless.
Clearly able to read my mind, he pulls out, leaving me even more needy and desperate. “Tough luck, baby girl. I warned you I was relentless.”
Denver plunges three fingers deep inside, and I slam my fists down on the bed. A small, amused puff of air escapes his mouth at my temper tantrum, and his thumb briefly touchesthe sensitive skin of my inner thigh, encouraging me to spread wider. To give him everything.
“Denver,” I whine, nearly collapsing to the bed.
He laughs.Fucking laughs.“Should I give you what you want?”
There’s no sense in even saying yes, because he’s going to ignore it until I say the damn word. So rather than wasting my breath, I groan into the pillow. My legs are shaking uncontrollably, and I’m incredibly tempted to quit the game so he’ll finally give me what I want. He has me ready to climb a wall.
But my competitive streak kicks in, and I reach between my legs, joining his hand—touching my clit in time with his undulating fingers.
“Fuck, Blair. Your pussy’s squeezing my knuckles together.” His teeth sink into my backside with desperation. He kisses, nips, sucks at my skin.
Then with a tenderness that takes my breath away, creating momentary panic, his tongue makes barely-there contact with my asshole. The sensation’s unlike any I’ve experienced, and when I finally allow myself a new breath, I relax into the swirling of his tongue over the intimate area.
