I pull her down for a soft kiss, but it quickly shifts to something hotter when I get my first taste of her. She tastes like mint, and my tongue seeks out more of it. Hers battles mine like we're dueling for the upper hand, but when her hot cunt presses against my cock, I grab her by the throat and push her back.
A puff of air explodes from her like it always does when I grab her in such a vulnerable place. "More?" she pleads, eyes lidded.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch her hands raise, but before she can enchant me with her fingers in my hair, I ask her my final question. "What do you need to feel ready to try the next step, Sweets?"
"A date," she replies quickly, like she's already thought about it. "With Nate and Ellis. Then meet you after for a drink. I need to know if our feelings are really still there as a throuple too."
Her words trail off, and I allow her attention to shift to my body. Her blunt little nails massage my scalp and tug my hair tie free. Moaning, I use my hold on her throat to pull her back to me so we're sharing the same air.
"I have an idea too." And fuck is it a good one.
"I'm not wearing that!"
Laughter shoots from my mouth since I automatically think Violet's joking. Yet, her face never changes from horrified at my idea.
Interesting. Have I found a limit in what Violet Bennett will let me do to her? Let's see...
"My love, you have exactly three minutes to fit the cute little vibrator into your thong before I put it there myself."
My tone is one that's not to be fucked with, but I'm happy to announce that Violet is definitely getting her sass back. "My love," she mocks. "Youhave exactlythreesecondsto shove it up your ass before I do it myself."
I cock a brow and bite the inside of my cheek to keep from snorting. "Do you really think you can win this battle, V? Be honest with yourself."
Fuck, arguing with her and battling for the upper hand is always such a turn on with her. We both know I'll win, but Violet has me by the balls in every aspect of our life. I'll bend over backwards while burning the fucking world down for her.
She scowls, and I'd bet she's about a moment away from stomping her foot. I don't know if she sees the hard set of my jaw or the determination in my eyes, but she sighs. Eyeing the small device in my hand, she asks, "Why do you want me to wear that on my date with Nate and Ellis?"
Easy question. "So you'll have the sexiest reminder I could come up with on short notice for you to remember who you're coming home with at the end of the night."
Pulling my phone out of my jeans, I show her the app that controls the vibrator. It's long distance, but not super long, which works fine because I'll be meeting them at the bar next to the arcade.
"Jamie, that's so fucked up."
"Really? This is the line then? A vibrator to make your clit tingle every once in a while during your date with two other men?" I'll be shocked if she says yes.
"Well, no..." she mutters, much to my delight. "But we'll be at an arcade! It's super inappropriate."
Okay, I hear what she's saying, but..."What's the differencebetween this and you stroking my cock in the line at the coffee shop this morning?"
Now she stomps her foot. "Nobody was looking, and I was covering myself the whole time."
"Great so we're in agreement. Nobody can see the vibrator through your jeans, and I'll keep in on low. Just enough to tease and tingle like you did to me before nine in the fucking morning."
"Damn it Jamie!"
I'm getting hard even as my impatience rises. "What's your color, Violet?"
Seething, she sucks in a breath through her nose and has a staring match with the vibrator. "What is it called?" she grits out.
"Ferri."
"Of course it has a cute name. Green, damn you. Give me it."
With a cheesy fucking grin, I slide my new best friend into her outstretched palm. Before she can slip away from me to get dressed, I snatch her around the waist and press my lips to hers.
She moans and opens her mouth, allowing me to taste the mint of her toothpaste. Soft caresses of my tongue soon turn to a devouring of her sassy fucking mouth.
With one grind of my cock against her, she turns to putty in my hands.Perfect. "Good girl," I whisper, pulling away a fraction. "Don't forget about me, ‘kay?"
