The bouncing little devil buzzes against my mouth like a tiny jackhammer.
“Oh my God!” Her shriek rings in my ears. “Cash, I’m so sorry!”
Gasps collide.
Laughter ensues.
Neither of which comes from us.
Shay’s fingers scramble across my face, desperately fumbling to snatch the buzzing toy sliding across my cheek, jaw, and nose.
I’m pretty sure the tip slid into my mouth at one point.
“I got it. Shit, I don’t,” she stammers, every flailing movement making things worse. “It’s—ugh—it’s so alive,”
I lunge for it, she lunges, and our arms smack into each other midair.
We both yelp.
This is not how I pictured the direction of the evening mingle kickoff going.
My skin prickles in all the wrong—or right—ways, but we need to get this under control.
I reach for it.
“It’s okay, I got it.” She yelps. “Wait. Nope.”
The toy slips from her fingers, and it squirms and vibrates between us.
Lower.
And lower.
Fucking hell.
Every nerve in my lower half sends a single, united scream.
“What is happening?!” Her fingers slide further down.
“Best class ever,” Jaclyn says somewhere in the distance.
The toy twists, slides, and jumps until it pulses against my dick.
Heat jolts low.
My cock twitches against the denim.
Fuck. My thighs tighten without thinking, and I clench her body so tight.
Shay gasps, and her breath catches in a strangled squeak. Her cheeks flush redder than a cherry tomato. Her eyes slam into mine, wide and pupils blown.
Then she scrambles, pushing off me to perch awkwardly on top of me. She finally gets her hands around that vibrator—no, she thinks her hands around my real cock pops into my head.
I lie.
They do.
Her frenzied hands fumble for the switch to turn it off when she teeters, and her knee connects with my groin.
