Unwinding my towel, I leaned back on the couch and spread my legs—one foot on the seat and the other on the floor. With my fingers pinching my sensitive nipples, I slid the object up and down my clit, coating it in my arousal. A full body shiver hit me harder than the cold air, and I might just come if I kept sliding it for another ten seconds.
But if I’d wanted that, there would have been no use for a toy. I brought it out so I could fuck myself until that damaging hot naked image of him disappeared from my head. I’d not even seen it in reality and I was drooling. If ever I saw him, I might really tear him apart. I knew, I just knew he had the body of a god under those shirts he wore, and I wondered how it’d feel like to have his skin pressed against mine, my fingers trailing the grooves in his abs. It would feel nice. Hot.
Desperately needing the dildo inside my clenching walls, I gripped the base of it and positioned it at the entrance of my so soaked pussy, knowing this madness originated because I was ovulating. The day it would end would be the time I’d finally stop imagining him fucking me mercilessly without restraint.
I needed just that—merciless fuck—because it was the only thing that could keep me satisfied for tonight.
Readying myself, I drove the whole toy inside with a blinding force that made me scream, slamming the ever loving soul out of my body as my chest shot forward.
“Oh, fuck!” I let out, then slapped a hand over my mouth, sobbing into it as I clenched around the toy rapidly, unable to move as I trembled slightly from the rough entry. Shit, why did I do that?
But it felt so fucking good. So electrifying I wanted to do it again, and imagine he was the one pushing into me this time. God, I was fucked.
But I told myself it was the ovulation and proceeded to cup my breast, twisting my nipples and rolling the length inside me.I swore I was seeing stars, my head tilted back and my eyes squeezed shut. Fuck.
I moved it inside me slowly, increasing the pace with each thrust that seemed to keep hitting the right spot over and over. I might just come right now. My body was so sensitive that if I fucked myself hard enough, I’d be a fucking mess in five seconds. But as much as I wanted to come, I wanted to enjoy this and drag it for as long as I could endure because I’d be back to being needy again if I didn’t.
I moved my hand over my chest as I moaned from the toy I was pumping into myself, my stomach tightening, wishing it was his big, rough hands touching me instead of my soft, tiny ones. He loved my piercing, and I didn’t know what he’d do if he had access to touch my breasts. Would he bite it, slap it, twist? Fuck, he’d do it all. Every nerve ending in my body is pulsing with an electric current as I tugged and twisted my nipples, dying from the object moving non stop in and out of my wet heat.
Damn, I was soaked, the best I’d ever been, if the noise was anything to go by. I hastened up my movement, knowing Theon wouldn’t fuck me slow. The man was tortured, it was evident in his eyes, and he’d probably feel like breaking me with his hand around my neck, choking and cutting off my air.
Sparks shot up my spine.
God, I’d love that. I’d love to have him stretch me wide with his cock. Shit, I could feel my climax drawing near with that thought. And suddenly, I wasn’t the one fucking myself, he was. He was hovering over me, his broad chest heaving as he gave me the best sex of my life, his hand around my throat, and my legs around him, his other hand slapping my breast as he split me apart with his cock.
“Fuck.” The sound came out louder than I intended. I was about to break, about to come hard. My fingers sank into my hairas I arched my back, my eyes closed, driving the sex toy in and out harder and faster.
The cry I let out when my body spasm wasn’t from this world. Heat spread, crawling through every nerve in my body until it felt like sparks dancing under my skin. It rippled, radiating from my core, pushing me towards a limit I couldn’t control, my body about to pass out from the sheer force of it.
My toes curled as my eyes rolled, as if trying to anchor myself to reality, but the orgasm only seemed to grow stronger. It was almost suffocating, too electric, too much, my pulse thundering so fast I could hardly breathe. Not until I ripped the dildo out of me.
Holy shit. What the fuck just happened?
I dropped back on the couch, my body coming back to me slowly as I lay there, numb and breathing heavily.
When my heartbeat began to quieten in my ear, I heard a ding from the kitchen. Still trying to figure out who I was after that shattering orgasm, I ignored it, focusing on my breathing.
The sound came again. From my phone. In the kitchen. Right, I’d left it there while I was cooking to go take my bath.
But I didn’t have the strength to stand.
The sound came again.
Giving up, I forced myself to stand, wondering who it was. Vin didn’t text. If he needed to say one word, he’d call.
Walking unclothed to the counter, I lifted and unlocked it. And just like that, the aftermath of the orgasm vanished from my body.
It was Theon. And that wasn’t why my heart was suddenly thundering again, it was what he sent.
Theon:Do that again.
Theon:Do that again and call my name.
Theon:I want to hear you scream my name.
My body froze for what felt like eternity, and when I recovered from the shock, it dawned on me like a slap.
The bastard had a camera in my house!
