His words made even more heat build inside me. I leaned back on my arms, letting my legs fall open and giving him a view of my vagina. My inner thighs were damp, I was so wet.
“Fuck, you’re almost dripping. Touch yourself, love. I want you to feel good, too.”
My legs closed, and I sat upright. “This is for you.”
“I know, and I’m so turned on right now. Just watching you come would send me over the edge. The idea of you not coming kills me.”
He looked a little sad. I didn’t want him to be sad. I wanted him to let go.
“You really wouldn’t mind me masturbating?” I asked him. Giving blow jobs had turned me on in the beginning with my ex, too, but he had been annoyed if I touched myself instead of focusing on getting him off.
“Mind? I’d soak up every second.” His gaze slid from my breasts down to between my legs, as if memorizing the sight.
I stopped straddling him, moved to the side of the bed where I kept my toys in the nightstand, and pulled out my favorite bullet vibrator. I showed it to him. “If I put this between my legs while I’m getting you off, would that make you feel better?”
“I love that idea. I want you taken care of, too.”
I hummed in my throat as I returned to a position below his legs. My hands skimmed up his ankles over his calves, finding another sensitive spot on the side of his knee. I drew closer to his penis.
“The vibrator. You didn’t set it up yet.” His eyebrows had drawn together, and his body had grown tense.
I placed the bullet on his thigh, then straddled his leg, nestling the vibrator against my clit. “This okay?”
“You’re going to drip all over my leg. It’s fucking perfect.”
I flipped the vibrator on, feeling a flare of sensation in my clit before adjusting it to concentrate better. I reached for his penis, wrapping my hand around it.
“You’re so thick,” I breathed, twisting a little to appreciate the girth of him. My mouth watered as I stared at the new dropof precum. I leaned over him, away from the vibrator, opened my mouth, and let saliva drip onto his penis.
“Did you just—?” He choked on the question.
I rubbed the saliva all over his penis to help my hand glide more smoothly in a firm pump. “See? It’s better like this.”
He lifted his hips, thrusting into my grip. “Fuck, Hailey.” His hips stuttered as he forced them to go still. “Fuck.”
I pressed down on the vibrator, letting it build up the sweet ache inside me as I used my hand on him in tight, firm strokes, the wetness of my saliva keeping the strokes smooth. “No thrusting. I want to be the one to get you off.” My other hand found his balls, rolling them gently. I traced over the spot beneath.
“Oh fuck. I’m going to—Hailey!” Jack cried out with my next downward pump, his penis pulsing in my grip as he came all over his stomach. There was something so carnal about watching him orgasm. I couldn’t look away. His body shuddered and jerked before he grew slack, panting.
The vibrator thrummed against me as I stared at the results. His limp body looked wrecked, all because of me.
I released his penis with a lingering caress and rose from the bed to get a washcloth from the bathroom. I wiped up his cum, making sure the trail of hair didn’t have any lingering drops. When I was done, I curled up against him, resting my head on his chest so I could listen to his thudding heart.
He took a deeper, steadying breath. “I was too quick. You didn’t come.”
“I got distracted. You looked so beautiful.”
He made a sound in his throat. “Beautiful?”
I shrugged. The word fit. He’d called my name as his head fell back and he pulsed in my hand. It was amazing.
The vibrator hummed in the silence where it’d fallen on the inside of his leg.
“Untie me?” Jack asked.
“Oh, right.” It took me a couple of tries to get his arms free, and then he helped me with his legs.
Before I could curl up against him again, he flipped me to my back, the vibrator in his hand and sliding across my slit up to my clit. My legs fell open wider as I cried out his name.
