“Already there,” I breathe. “I’m so turned on.”
A gravelly laugh sounds. “We’re just getting started.”
It feels like he’s watching when I slide my fingers over my pussy, holding my legs open wide as if his gaze is setting me on fire. Just as I’m beginning to ride the current of heat uncoiling deep within me, his voice cuts through my focus.
“Now, get your new present. Push it inside slowly. Take it inch by inch.”
Air flies from my lungs. “Okay.”
I pat the bed, closing my fingers around the curved vibrator. It has a slight swell at one end that vibrates and makes a come hither motion when it’s activated. The other end fits to the body, covering my clit with a rotating nub at the center that’s similar to the stimulation of a tongue.
The velvety material feels nice when I circle my entrance. The tip slips in easily from how wet I am. I drop my head back, eyes hooding as I picture him stretching me with his cock.
“Does it feel nice?” he prompts.
“Yes.”
“And now?”
The vibration inside activates. My lips part on a sigh, hips shifting to meet the sensual motion stroking me.
“Yes. Feels good.”
He waits a few minutes, playing with me by increasing and decreasing the intensity of the toy. I’m warm all over, caressing my body.
“Start the chapter,” he says.
My eyes blink open, dazed. I stretch to reach my desk, pressing play on my laptop. He goes quiet for the beginning of the scene, allowing the narrator to draw me into the story.My attention is split between listening to Wyatt and Lydia’s conversation and the toy.
He’s subtly adjusting the controls to bring me closer to the edge. The other end switches on, drawing a moan from me. The dual sensations inside and on my clit are overwhelming. It’s so good, igniting a fresh burst of heat that grows hotter when he changes the intensity.
“I haven’t eaten,” Cole answers the question from the audiobook.
I’m too lost in the divine sensations of him using the vibrator to say Lydia’s next response.
Wyatt captures my gaze and rumbles, “I’m hungry.”
“Cole,” I whimper.
“Shh.” He continues playing out the scene. “Come here.”
Every step is a blessing and a curse, the need for him rising until it’s too overpowering to fight. He grabs my hips the second I’m within reach and sits me on the table before him. I swallow when he guides my thighs apart and finds I’m bare beneath my sundress.
The narrator gasps with me.
Cole hums, continuing to say Wyatt’s parts. “Look at you, spread for me, glistening.”
In the book, Wyatt glides his knuckle through Lydia’s folds and licks his finger. Cole changes the speed pattern on the toy, making it writhe faster buried deep inside me and the nub on the outside tease my clit as if a tongue circles it. My fingers fly off my breasts and scrabble across the sheets for something to hold on to for leverage.
“Fucking gorgeous.” He sounds more reverent than the narrator. “I’m going to enjoy every drop of this meal.”
Before Wyatt’s mouth descends between Lydia’s legs, I’m shaking apart, my core erupting with ripples of ecstasy.
“Oh god!”
“You’re not done yet, baby,” Cole rasps. “I’ve barely had a taste of you. I want to spend all night fucking you with my tongue and fingers.”
He recites Wyatt’s dialogue, following along with the scene. He groans over the phone as if my pussy is the best thing he’s ever devoured. My chest heaves with unstoppable cries while he uses the toy to take me apart.
