I’d never spoken this crassly before. With Austin, I felt free, unfiltered, knowing he’d never judge me. Every word, every moan felt right, like I could finally give in to this side of myself without hesitation.
His hand moved faster, the slick sound of his strokes filling the room. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, the way his muscles flexed, the way his abs tightened with every movement. I watched as the stars along his tattoo gleamed in the dim moonlight. My heart raced as his free hand gripped the edge of the chair, his knuckles turning white.
“Turn up the speed on your wand.”
I did as he said, my fingers trembling as I pressed the button. The vibrations intensified, and I gasped, my hips lifting off the bed as pleasure tore through me. My legs trembled, my free hand clutching the sheets as I ground against the wand.
His strokes grew almost brutal, his hand pumping his cock with relentless force. I watched as he chased his release.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head tilting back, eyes squeezed shut. “I’m not going to last,” he gasped. His hips bucked uncontrollably, his body trembling as he teetered on the edge, ready to come undone.
“Me neither,” I cried out.
I gently moved the vibrator along my clit, giving myself more friction, but it wasn’t enough.
“Sit up, Char.”
I peered at him and gave him side-eye. “Sit up?” I repeated.
“Yeah.” He took his hand off himself and patted the bed. “On your knees.”
I didn’t understand what he wanted, but I was good at following instructions, so I shifted so I was kneeling. I looked at the large, floor-length mirror in the corner and intentionally turned so I was facing the headboard.
“Spread your knees wide.”
I obliged, and he grabbed a pillow and shoved it between my legs.
“Now take the vibrator and set it in the middle of the pillow.”
I grabbed the wand and stuck it where he’d instructed me to.
“Lower yourself down and rock your hips against your toy. Show me what I’m missing.”
Grinning wickedly, I brought my core to the pillow. I grabbed the top of my fabric headboard, grateful I hadn’t gone for the tall one, and held on for support.
I gradually moved my hips in a rocking motion, building up the rhythm and friction I desperately needed. The slick heat between my thighs made every grind more intense, and it didn’t take long to find the perfect motion.
“Watching your tits bounce as you grind against that pillow is one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen.”
I’d almost forgotten Austin was in the same room, but I turned toward him and felt every bit of restraint I had break apart.
“You almost there?”
“I’ve almost been there a hundred times, Char. I’m doing my best to hold out for you.”
I shifted, adjusting myself so I was fully facing him. “Stand up,” I demanded.
Without hesitation, he rose, and I gripped his thighs, using them in the same way I’d used the headboard for support moments ago.
“No rules will be broken,” I said, my gaze locked on his. “Come on them.”
He cupped my face with both hands. “Fuck it,” he growled. “I said I wouldn’t touch your wand, and I won’t. I never promised to keep my hands offthese.”
He brought his hands to my breasts, squeezing hard before pinching my nipples, yanking them just enough to make me gasp. “Next time,” he growled. “I’m sucking these until you’re screaming.”
He pulled my tits out of my top and watched them bounce as his free hand worked his cock furiously. “Fuck,” he groaned, his strokes fast and rough, hips twitching as he pumped himself to the edge.
I ground down hard on the wand, the pillow chafing between my thighs, adding just the right amount of pressure. My hips bucked wildly as the wand hit my clit, sending me over the edge. I cried out, body trembling with release.
