Congratulating myself on a good job, I get back into bed, more alert than I was before this interlude. The fan is swooshing around at its usual pace, and with the far-off waves, it should be the perfect lullaby, but my mind is racing. That monster cock comes with a charger. I can get rid of one or the other, and she’d be screwed. Or not, ha-ha, which is exactly where I want her to be. Let her feel my pain.
A monster cock is hard to hide; a charger, on the other hand, can be so generic-looking. Counting on Lexi being in one of those post-orgasm deep-sleep cycles, I get out of bed again to scour all the electrical sockets. I know where they are, as I hunted them down when I decided where to put my office.
It takes all of a minute to find the charger, and once it’s in my hands, it feels like a fucking trophy.
I startle awake and sit up. It’s light outside—much lighter than when I usually go out for my morning run. The bed next to me is empty, but somewhere a soft clang sounds with a sigh.
“Lexi?”Crap. For all I know I’ve overslept and housekeeping is scrubbing the room again. I reach for my watch.Phew. Ten to seven.
Lexi walks in and pushes the mosquito net to the side, toothbrush working those pearly whites. She’s already dressed in her sleeveless shirt and that miniskirt that should be illegal. “You overslept,” she says around the toothbrush in her mouth.
The Great Wall of Goose Down comes in handy as I sit up and tilt it toward my crotch. So far I’ve had the good fortune of not giving her a morning wood full-frontal. “I stayed late at the dive center last night. It was a great dive with some folks who don’t chew through their air in thirty minutes.”
She shrugs, and then for a split second her eyes go wide and her gaze zaps to her pillow. I fall back, watching her as the puzzle pieces tumble into place. She’d forgotten about her solo session last night, and now… I try my best not to chuckle at the blush that flushes her cheeks, hiding my smile with a yawn.
With an elaborate stretch, I make myself comfortable, toying with my watch as if I’m checking readings, ignoring her and her dilemma. With me there, she can hardly go on all fours and dig under the bed like I did last night.
Lexi turns and stomps off, and the frustrated rinsing and spitting that sounds from the bathroom almost curls my toes.Oh, babes. Don’t make this too much fun.
She’s back minutes later, her loose blond curls twisted into a bun at the nape of her neck. “I have a meeting at seven.”
“I still have time for a quick run. For tonight, I might work in a double dive, so…”
“Good. Good for you. See you whenever.”
“Bye, babes.”
There’s no retort to my endearment, but she gives the bed another surreptitious sweep with her eyes before she saunters off.
As soon as she’s gone—and I know she won’t be back because that seven o’clock housekeeping meeting is holy, and Lexi is overly work-conscientious—I hop out of bed to grab some tissues in the bathroom. A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.
For a moment, I consider my closet office for privacy, but then I have a fuck-it moment because it’s so early, and I’m desperate, and my hand is already dick-deep into my underwear. I head for the bathroom and close my eyes, comparing my own familiar weight with the feel of Lexi’s wand in my hand. The knowledge of what she did with it, how it must have worked her sweet clit until she moaned that little moan that sets my pulse on fire is enough to make me so hard it’s almost painful. This is going to be quick. If she were here, however—with me, under me, on top, bending over the sofa—I would slow down, make sure I lasted until she had triple her fill, but my need and the urgency have only compounded since arriving here.
Fuck. I breathe and clutch the white marble vanity as my other hand works my cock, trying to delay the inevitable and ride that wave a bit longer, holding back on that moment?—
“Oh my—ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” As Lexi’s voice fills the space, it catches me so off guard that I start to come.
Fuckfuckfuck.
There’s no stopping this now. I try to turn away, but my body is in an orgasmic deadlock. Nothing is going to happen until—My eyes want to roll back in pleasure, but instead I manage to look at Lexi, finding her solidified on the spot, transfixed.
Her eyes are on my cock, my hand, my cum that shoots like only cum can onto the vanity mirror. I groan as I fist myself harder, hoping the ripples will ride out faster, allowing my body to move.
“Oh. My. God.” She cups her face in her hands, but she isn’t budging either.
“Ah fuck, babes,” I mutter when I’m eventually able to turn away from her. I could—probably should—be embarrassed, but I’m not.Shewalked in onme. I exhale and inhale on a chuckle. Serves me right in some ways. “Don’t you have a meeting?”
“Uh-huh.” That whimper is too small and too sweet and too pathetic. It almost softens my heart to her conundrum.
Came to look for your toy? And found this one instead?I’m so tempted to tease her, but instead I let go of my cock, which already seems interested in a second round—a round that involves her. I reach for the tissues and wipe up the aftermath.
Why the hell isn’t she moving away? “You can go now. Show’s over,” I tell her, trying to downplay this awkward situation. I kind of want to crack up, because it’s fucking funny. And mentally, I want to cling to the past few seconds. This scenario has taken over every spot in my wank bank Top 10.
Lexi doesn’t pull her hands from her face, but her fingers split apart so she can peer at me through them. “I came back for a…a…a tampon.”
Oh yeah? Nice try. “Right. Give me a minute.”
“And you’re supposed to be out on a run!” She gulps. “With all this travel and my phone that’s not very useful, I’ve stopped tracking, and now I’ve been taken by surprise, and nowthis—and I should stop talking right about now.”
