I push the device in a little, and when I rock my hips, the vibrator slips from my fingers, entering me. At first, the intensity is exactly what I need. I buck my hips and jack off, but when I reach for the vibrator to reposition it, I can no longer grab it. It’s too far in.
Panic claws at my chest as I scramble to dig it out. Shit.Shit, shit, shit!
I slam my useless hand onto the mattress, my muscles tightening. The pressure around the vibrator intensifies, yet frustration shrouds the pleasure.
“Okay. Think, Mercer. What do you need to do?”
Sitting up, I pull my feet up into a squatting position in hopes gravity will work some magic. It does, but not in the way I want. The vibrator shifts inside me, hitting my nerves inallthe right places.
My hand instinctively goes to my cock. It’s so powerful, so good that for a moment, I forget all about the problem and pump wildly. But then I imagine a trip to the emergency room, imagine having to explain how I got a vibrator the size of my finger stuck up my ass, and instantly the need to come evaporates.
I try to grab it again, but I can’t even touch the damn thing. It’s too far up there.
Frustrated, I reach for the nearest thing I can find and hurl it across the room. “Fuck!” My voice echoes off the walls, loud and visceral.
A second later, footsteps sound outside, fast and heavy. My heart pounds frantically, but before I can move, before I can warn whoever it is not to come in, the door flies open and Fletcher rushes in, face tight with worry.
“Vince?”
His eyes get huge when he sees me, and I can only imagine what I must look like—naked, knees spread in a squatting position with a hand around my hard cock.
I am too humiliated to even move.
“Shit. I’m… God, I’m so sorry!” He turns away, hiding his eyes. “I heard you shout. I thought—you know what, I’ll just go.” Fletcher turns to leave, but I call out before I can stop myself.
“Wait.”
My skin prickles. I would rather fall into a hole and die than ask Fletcher for help with this, but it’s either that or I go to the ER.
Fletcher freezes, hand tight on the doorknob. He doesn’t turn around.
The damn toy is still hitting my prostate, making me see stars. I grunt and try to find a position that doesn’t feel so damn amazing. If it doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to lose my mind.
“I need—fuck, I need your help.”
Fletcher is clearly confused. “My… what?”
I swear I’m going to die of embarrassment. I search for a way to explain that isn’t as horrifying as the truth, but there is none.
“I got a vibrator stuck,” I blurt.
Fletcher whips his head around, sputtering like he’s trying not to laugh. “Sorry…what?”
“Just close the door and come here. I need you to get it out.”
Even from this distance, I can see his Adam’s apple bob. Like the thought of getting anywhere near me in this position is too much.
“Please?” I beg. “It’s… dammit. It’s still on.”
This time, Fletcher really does laugh. “Oh my god. You’re serious?”
“Yes!”
He crosses the room and kneels behind me as I crawl on my hands and knees. I hide my face in the mattress as he bends to look. “I can’t see anything.”
“Oh, it’s in there! Trust me.”
He takes a deep breath. “Okay. I’m going to touch you then.”
