The front room, plants sprawling from every surface, and even hanging mid-air. The cozy kitchen that’s cleaner than I expected it to be. Nothing on her counters but an air fryer and an open can of Diet Coke.
I’d pay to see her fridge. Maybe it’s the chef in me, or maybe it feels like a look inside her mind, seeing what she keeps on hand, how she organizes her kitchen. It’s how I get to know people.
But what causes my eyes to widen and my pants to tighten is the first sight of her room. Deep colors, dark and moody, with a bold floral wallpaper, and velvet curtains and accents. Dusky maroons and sultry purples that feel like getting a glimpse of the part of her she doesn’t let others see.
“This where you use all those toys on yourself?” I ask her, voice gravelly, imagining her laid out on that king size bed, having to use three toys on herself at once to sate the need I started inside of her.
Her eyes flash with something defensive, but her cheeks heat for me, and the backs of my fingers run over that flush, trying to soak up the feel of her blood rushing for me. The first of many times I’m going to get her heart pumping tonight.
When her lower lip sinks between her teeth, eyes roaming me, I let my thumb wander, pulling it back out again.
“Nothing goes in your mouth tonight unless I say so,” I tell her.
Her brow arches. “You think you’re gonna come into my house and tell me what to do?”
Gripping the back of her scalp, I tilt her head back until her neck is craned, looking straight up at me as I loom over her. Her pulse thumps wildly along her neck, and I can see her nipples pebbled through my shirt.
Leaning down, I seal my mouth over hers and take a deep taste, proving my point until she softens beneath my touch.
“Got a problem with that?”
My free hand slides down her thick middle, gripping her hip until it finds her exposed ass cheek, and slapping down there, giving her a jolt that probably soaked those undies.
Her eyes heat, locked on mine, so defiant, like she isn’t dying for me to use her in a way that makes her forget anything but how full she feels.
That fist buried in her hair tightens and my other hand comes back up to grip her neck, sliding my thumb past her open lips and into her mouth. Her eyes heat at the intrusion, as I dare her to play.
“Now suck.”
Pushing my thumb all the way in until it bottoms out, she does what she’s told for once and welcomes the invasion with her tongue, her teeth, sucking and sliding over my finger in a way that’s all too promising for other parts of me. Parts that are anxious to find their way inside of her.
When I pull back out, she’s still sucking like she’s gonna get something out of it, and my thumb comes out with a loudpop.
“Show me what you do to yourself those nights you’re not stuffed full of me,” I order in a tight voice.
Eyes flitting back up to mine, she looks almost unusually shy at the command, but some of that misery is already draining away from her. This is territory she can let herself fall into with me.
I’ll make sure she loses herself entirely in what happens tonight.
This might be our last night together, so I’m going to give her plenty to remember me by.
I’m expecting her to take me to her nightstand drawers and show me her collection, but Lexi takes the few steps to cross over to the chest on the nearest wall and opens the doors. What’s waiting for me there is the largest toy collection I’ve seen outside of a shop.
“Fuck.” My teeth drag my lip on the word, impressed as all hell at what she’s working with. “Knew you were a dirty fuck,Lex, but this?” The swelling against my fly turns painful at the way my imagination runs wild.
Lexi turns on one heel to face me. “What’s the matter?” Her voice is all angelic innocence, nothing at all like the girl beneath it. “Feeling insignificant next to these?”
One hand wraps around a massive silicone toy that would scare most women. Lexi isn’t most women.
The inside of the cabinet has tiered shelving, like a display case royalty might have to show off their various tiaras and jewels. For Lexi, it’s plugs, vibrators and dildos, with mats, mounts, and attachments I’ve never seen, all stored away where she can mix and match to her cunt’s desire.
My mouth waters, seeing her gripping that thick son of a bitch, knowing just how good she looks when she’s stuffed full.
“You’re not hurting my confidence,bella. But don’t make me an offer you can’t live up to,” I warn her, taking a step closer. “Unless you think you can take meandthat thing at the same time, you better not tease me.”
Her eyes widen marginally and her hand releases the largest one in her collection abruptly. Those skillful fingers of her trail over toy after toy on each shelf of her display, picking and choosing.
“That one,” I tell her, pointing to one I recognize from that day I used her bathroom.
