Kenta obediently slides the strap of my dress off my left shoulder. I let my eyes fall closed as Matt reaches up, pressing the tip of the bullet against the curve of my throat.
Thirty-Seven
Matt
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Briar exhales slowly as I trace the trembling vibe down the delicate line of her throat. I graze over her cleavage, circling the soft white mound of her left breast. When I finally touch the tip to her hardening pink bud, she twitches towards me, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
Kenta starts massaging her neck as I pull away the bullet and slide it under the skirt of her dress, stroking it slowly up her quivering thighs. Wetness is already pooling between her folds, and I have to fight the urge to press forward and lick up every drop. There’ll be time for that later. Her eyes fall closed as I circle around her core, getting the toy wet and slick with her juices.
“Feel good?” I ask, my voice coming out lower than I expect.
“More,” she mumbles. Glen slides closer to her across the sofa, and she puts her hot cheek on his shoulder. I obediently turn the bullet up a few notches, dipping it teasingly into her entrance. She shivers. A flush rolls down her body, and she murmurs under her breath as the vibrations rock through her. I play with the settings, flicking them up and down, and she starts to rock back and forth, twitching her hips for more stimulation.
“More,” she orders again.
I grin. “You sure you can handle it?”
She nods breathlessly, gyrating down on my hand. “More,Matt.”
“Alright.” I press the tiny button again, turning up the bullet to its highest setting. It buzzes furiously in my hand as I slip it inside her, pushing it in as deep as I can. I know I’ve hit the right spot when her whole body jerks forward violently. I make sure it’s positioned right, then remove my hand, sucking off my fingers.
Briar’s eyes widen. “What are you doing?” She whispers, her hips giving a little, uncontrollable buck.
“What?”
“I—” her hips buck again, as the frantic vibration pounds against her sweet spot. Her fingers claw at my shoulders. “Are you just going toleave it in me?”
I shrug. “Seems like the best place for it.”
She gapes, lost for words. “But. But—” Her pelvis jerks again, and she makes a pained noise.
I rub my lips over her thigh, then pull back. “I think we should relocate,” I tell Kenta. “Bedroom?”
He nods, kissing a freckle on her collarbone.
“ThankGod.” Briar lifts her arms. “Carry me.”
I smirk. “I don’t think so, princess. You’ve got legs. Use ‘em.”
She frowns. “Y-you can’t expect me to walk with this inside me.”
“You’ve done much harder things.”
She looks shocked. “Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
Her face flushes crossly. She scowls at me and stands, taking a few stubborn steps towards our bedroom door. She stumbles as she steps into the doorway. “Oh.”Her eyes flutter. She leans heavily against the wall, pressing a hand to her belly. Her chest is rising and falling in pants. Her cheeks are flushing bright red. “Jesus.” She mumbles, tipping her head back against the wall. “Wh-what setting did you put this thing on?”
“Is it uncomfortable?” Glen asks.
“Yes,” she moans. “No. I… I can’t fucking walk with it inside me. I can’t—” We all watch, open-mouthed, as she slips a hand between her legs and starts to touch herself desperately.
“Fuck this,” Kenta mutters, crossing the room and dropping to his knees next to her. She reaches down and tugs at his hair, gasping as he gently parts her legs and buries his face between her thighs. She starts to jerk over him, riding his face as he clutches at her thighs, groaning. It’s barely twenty seconds before she throws out her hands, bracing herself in the door frame as her body tenses and starts to shake. She half-collapses on Kenta’s face, her knees buckling as she chokes and comes.
“Oh my God,” she murmurs over and over as he licks her through it. “Oh, God.” She presses a hand over her stomach again, her blue eyes wide. “I still need—”
