The second I turn it on, it hums for a second with a low buzzing before I turn it off. Fuck. No, I can’t use this. He’ll hear it. It’s loud. I groan out in frustration with my underwear sporting a wet spot right in the center.
“Son of a bitch,” I whisper in misery. The ache is still there, even more prominent than before at this point. Leaning my head all the way back I take a deep breath and exhale. Desperate for some relief, I slowly inch my hand down my body and just under the waistband of my underwear. I haven’t done this in so long, and who the hell knows if it’s going to work but if I don’t try to have an orgasm right now, I think I might die.
My mind starts to piece together memories of men I’ve been with. Celebrities or someone I find attractive. Someone who I’d fold for if they were standing in front of me at this moment. I slip one finger down my center and actually feel how wet I am. I fight my mind to not think of the man who made me this way. A soft whimper flows from my lips once I press on my clit, and I hear a groan behind me. I shoot up off the couch, standing in the middle of the living room wearing only a tank top and a pair ofunderwear, desire running through my veins. Nate’s standing in the doorway of the bedroom, rubbing himself from the outside of his shorts.
“Nate! You scared me. I thought you were asleep,” I say with this fire only growing stronger inside my belly.
“I wasn’t.” He saunters towards me.
“Come to bed, Mia.” Oh, fuck. He rarely uses my full name. How long was he standing there? Did he catch my disappointing vibrator moment?
“Yeah, you’re right. I should get some sleep.” My hands reach for my shorts to pull them on, but Nate’s body gets closer to me. He stares at me with intensity. Something I’m not used to and sure as hell am not able to resist in my current state. He looks down at my shorts and the discarded vibrator. His nostrils flare and he takes a deep breath before he picks them both up and walks back to the bedroom. I take a deep breath and follow him.
I slip into bed realizing I’m still just in my underwear and tank top, but before I can move to reach for something, I notice Nate standing at the edge of the bed.
“I had a release. It’s only fair you should too,” he says.
The tension I’m feeling between us right now is palpable. My hands are shaking and clammy, my brain says go to bed, get away from this situation, but every other instinct in me tells me to stay in the moment.
“I don’t think I can…” I whisper. Appalled I’m even admitting this to him. “I’ve never actually been able to do this myself, it’s fine. I’m going to get some sleep.” I begin to move and pull at the comforter, but Nate pulls it back so it’s sitting just at my waist.
“Want my help?” Surely, I just heard him wrong. Did he just offer to help me have an orgasm?
“Uhhh.” I have absolutely no words because how do I say yes, but no, but yes without sounding like an idiot.
“I won’t touch you, not until you tell me that’s what you want. But I’ll talk you through it. You need a release, so let me use my words to give you one. I can tell you exactly how you should be played with. Use your fingers, this toy if you want, but I promise I can make you come with just my words.”
I’m dreaming. I’m in someStranger Things, upside down world bullshit, because there is no way he just said he’d make me come with his words. How can I be okay with this? How can he?
Even though the room is dark, there’s a light from the window casting a small shadow where he’s standing. And the shorts he’s wearing do nothing to hide the outlined bulge I can see so clearly. I quickly picture the length, the size, and it feels wrong looking at my best friend and wanting him to talk me through an orgasm. But after the last few days, I’ve lost all sense of reason. I never expected this from him. The way he’s talking and moving his body. The stares and the touching. Is this how he is when he’s romantic with women? If so, I understand why so many fall at his feet.
“Nate, I can’t do this with you.”
“Sure, you can. You know what I look like, use me.” My eyes shift again back to his shorts.Ah, so he does know I saw it. Except I want nothing more than to not picture him, yet here he is giving me full consent to do just that.
“Come on, Mi. Listen to my words. Let me help you get your release. You want that, right? Let me talk you through it.”
I nod hesitantly at his question.
He stares at me as he paces the edge of the bed, a sly grin forming on his features.
“The best part is the beginning. I love to see my girl aching for my touch. But where will I touch her first?”Fucking hell, is this really happening? Is he really about to tell me how he’d please a woman?“I might drag my fingers across her inner thighs…”
The ache is only getting stronger with every word he speaks, and I can’t resist the temptation to try. I hesitantly glide my hand down near the waistband of my underwear, sliding just underneath it. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’m actually aching for this man right now.
“That’s it. Spread your legs apart. Will I have to hold them down or will she keep them spread for me?” His tongue swipes over his bottom lip slowly. I’m letting my body just react at this point, there’s no use fighting it.
This is happening.
“I’d bring my lips to her hip bones. Planting small kisses all the way down until I’m right there.” His last words are spread out, he’s speaking slowly and there’s a huskiness to his voice that’s sending chills across my body.
“Hovering just above the spot she wants the most attention. I’d have her throbbing for even the slightest touch.” Oh God, I can feel the sweat on my lower back.
“Slide your fingers through your pussy, Mia. Tease yourself. Does it ache?”
I can’t look him in the eye. I don’t know what’s gotten into us on this trip, but there’s no going back from what we’re doing right now. My head nods up and down in quick motions before I give in and just lean back against the headboard, closing my eyes.
“Eyes on me.” His tone is sharp.
