“Switch it on and hold it over your clit,” I explained, resting against the back of the chair and taking a sip of my bourbon. The view between her thighs was a small slice of heaven. Already my cock was throbbing against the front of my pants, but I had no intention of setting it free. The floor show was too much to miss. She’d pressed the button and a low hum emitted from the vibrator. I tried not to grin as she lowered her hand and pressed it over her mound, frowning as she moved it about.
“It’s not doing anything,” she said. I stifled a snort of laughter.
“You have it the wrong way around.”
“Like this?” She shifted it about and shook her head. “Still nothing. I…” Her cheeks were flushed. “Maybe I’m not responsive to these things. Shall we try again tomorrow? I can choose something else?”
“No can do, Sweetcheeks,” I replied, setting my glass aside and rising. “Every day. That’s the deal. Would you like me to show you?”
She dipped her head, not meeting my eye. “I…guess?” Despite the flaming cheeks, I had a sense she wasn’t buying it.
I stepped forward and slid between her thighs. “Lie back,” I instructed. She seemed almost relieved not to have to face me. I took the small white object from her hand, flicked the switch and pushed her thighs wider, seeing her glistening pussylips splaying and unfolding before me. Whatever was going on between us was clearly having an effect and I felt relief. After the horror in her eyes last night, I’d almost dreaded taking this next step. This little diversion may have been just what the doctor ordered.
“Ready?” I asked, and she gave a nod.
“Mmhmm…” she still sounded uncertain.
I reached down and pressed the vibe against her.
Chapter 8
Sasha Ramirez
“Fuck!” I shouted as a jolt of pure white pleasure shot through me. My body bowed and my back arched as I felt myself buck up against him without meaning to. His hand remained firmly pressed over the maddening device that seemed to have sucked down and latched over my clit. The suction increased, and I felt something inside me surge. “Oh, God! Oh God! Fuck!” The muscles of my thighs strained and clenched as I arched and strained toward him. He couldn’t have had the thing on me for more than ten seconds and already I could feel an orgasm mounting.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! There! Yes! Right there!”
Never!Never in my entire freaking life had anything hit the spot quite so quickly. Barely another second had ticked by, and I felt a thousand lightbulbs go off behind my eyelids. “Oh, my God…Oohhh…!” I clamped my thighs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back as he stood solidly between my legs, focused on my pussy. My cheeks had flushed with a tingling heat that extended all the way down to my chest.
“Oh…wow…” I twisted my head from side to side as I caught my breath again.
“Good?” he said, his emerald eyes glinting as he watched my face. I licked my lips and nodded, still too tingly to be thinking about shame right now.
“Mmm…yeah…that was amazing.” I stifled a grin.Heck! Who knew that little thing could pack such a powerful punch? Maybe this assignment wasn’t such a terrible thing after all, I thought to myself. Luxury apartment, high fashion wardrobe, hot guy giving me pleasure. Maybe I could get used to this. I squirmed a little beneath his hand, where it remained cupped over my mound. “Um…thank you,” I said, not sure what the next step should be. Did I clamber down and give him head or something? The idea didn’t bother me at all somehow. His eyes remained on my face as he angled his hand slightly.
“Oh!” Another shudder began to unfurl. “Oh…Oh!” The buzzing hadn’t abated, he’d just moved it slightly, but as my breath returned, he redirected it to where my clit was still throbbing. The moment it connected, I was flat on my back again, and then my body became a taut bow as the sensations tore into me. “Oh, God! Fuck! Yes! Yes! There! Fuck!” Where the hell was that voice coming from? I didn’t care; I was coming again, even harder this time, if that was possible.
“Is this what you needed, sweetness?” he asked, and I moaned out loud.Absolutely, yes.Come to think of it, I couldn’t remember when last I’d had an orgasm – of any intensity. This was through the freaking roof. Two in a row felt like Christmas and New Year’s all rolled into one. I was pretty sure I was grinning goofily by now. He hadn’t bothered to shift his hand at all this time; the intensity remained there as I came down and then shot back up again. “Oh, fuck oh fuck oh fuck!”Three? Are you kidding me? Three in a row?“Yes! Goddammit! Three…fuck!”Shit,I said that out loud… he was laughing at me. I could see it in his eyes.
I could barely think straight, let alone worry about the fact that he had access to every inch of me. Any other time and I’d be dying a thousand mortified deaths, but somehow this was different. Probably because it was all necessary to save my brother. That was it.
“Oh, freak, that was intense,” I finally mumbled.
“You think so?” he asked. “You’ve bare reached halfway to the top setting.” I shook my head in disbelief. My thighs were quivering with the exertion of tensing and flexing and clinging around him. “And because you were disobedient…” His words hung for a second. “We’re going all the way.” He winked and realization dawned.
“No!” I tried to raise myself onto my elbows and push myself up. “It’s enough. I’m done.”
“I’ll say when you’re done,” he replied coolly, and put a hand to my chest, pressing me firmly back down. I barely resisted, though everything in me told me to scramble away. He’d reached for my nipple, tweaking it sharply as he adjusted the dial on what had just become my new worst enemy. Or best friend. The suction hit me again, and I wailed and bucked at him. Between his fingers on my nipple and the shock waves through my clit, I could hardly take a breath. My arms flailed out beside me, and I scrabbled for something to clutch onto, reaching around and grasping the edges of the counter as I levered myself up. He pressed me back down, adjusted the setting and fixed it more securely around my exploding clit.
I all-out screamed. If there were words to describe the sensation, there was no way I could think of them at that moment. I completely lost track of the number of times my body jolted into yet another climax. He watched as I twisted and writhed against him, his expression unreadable. He’d released my nipple and dropped his hand, sliding a finger into my sopping pussy. My pussy muscles clenched around him as if begging for more. More what?
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he said hoarsely. Dripping? I was melting. Even my frantic gyrations had grown feeble as I tried to regain control over my cramping muscles.
“Please…” I pleaded.
“Please what?” he asked. Honestly, I had no idea. “Please, more?” he chuckled and pressed his finger deeper as he applied the gadget more firmly. The sensation that formed was different this time, a grasping from deep within as my inner muscles contracted around him. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he prompted.
Oh, God, yes…I’d never wanted anything more in my whole damn life.He shifted a little, and I heard the sound of the device go up in pitch. Between his finger and the suction, I was no more than a puddle of pleasure.
