“I think…” she said, her breath coming in shallow pants, “I think we shouldn’t take off any more clothes tonight.”
Niko nodded, a short, desperate burst, and eased back onto his knees, needing a second to cool down. His foot bumped against something hard buried in the crumpled duvet, and he leaned over to pick it up. It was a long, cylindrical plastic wand, with a round head on top made of spongy material. When he pressed a button, the head began to vibrate.
He glanced back at Merritt, who’d rolled onto her side, head propped on her hand. “Intimidated?” she asked dryly.
He shook his head. “I’m just wondering if using this on you right now counts as sex.”
“Very funny.” Still, her voice went breathy at the suggestion.
“I’m not trying to be. I want to follow the rules.”
The corner of her mouth curved up. “I already told you my rule. Anything else is fair game.”
He spent a moment playing with the buttons, figuring out the different speeds and settings. “When you use this,” he asked, turning back to her, “what do you think about?”
She didn’t hesitate. “You.”
Even though it was the answer he’d been hoping for, hearing her say it was like a lightning bolt straight to his cock.
He set the wand to the side, within reach, and nudged her onto her back again. He kissed her deeply, with intention, before dipping his head down to bite and suck at her nipples through her shirt.
She gasped, arching her back, tangling her hands in his hair, as he kissed his way down her stomach, cupping her between her legs, groaning at how hot and wet she was already. The fabric of her leggings was thin enough that he could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath them, just one barely-there layer separating them.
He glanced up, meeting her eyes. “Tell me to slow down,” he said, his breath ragged.
She shook her head in an impatient thrash. He dipped his head back down, dragging his tongue up her center in one long, slow stroke over the fabric, drawing a sound out of her that he felt all the way down his spine.
He returned his attention to the vibrator then, turning it onto the lowest setting, then trailing it up the inside of her inner thigh, pausing lightly between her legs, and pulling back completely when she tried to strain toward him. She let out a whimper of frustration, but that only spurred him on.
He kept going like that, teasing her, so focused it was like he was in a trance, pressing the vibrator between her legs and then away again, occasionally coming up to capture her breast or throat or bottom lip between his teeth as she squirmed beneath him, her moans becoming more desperate.
He feverishly wondered if he could keep this up forever, driving her—driving them both, honestly—higher and higher, to a peak where neither of them had ever been before, one they could only reach together. He had never been this fucking turned on without even being touched.
But when he looked up and saw the neckline of her tank tophad been twisted by her writhing, exposing one hard, dusky nipple, that was what broke him. His mouth was on her before he could think about it, finally tasting her velvety skin after nothing but fabric; it was so fucking perfect that a shudder rolled through his whole body. At the same time, he turned the speed of the vibrator up to the highest setting and pressed it against her, hard, unyielding, as she arched and shook in response, her mouth a silent, gasping O.
He released her nipple and came up fully beside her, crushing his lips to hers, capturing her cries in his mouth as she exploded beneath him.
He was so focused on her that he barely noticed he was rubbing his cock against her hip, bucking mindlessly, matching her movements, until she reached down and wrapped her hand fully around him for the first time, through his briefs.
“Fuck,” he said, louder than he meant to. All it took was a firm squeeze and he was coming, hard, helplessly, the inside of his shorts hot and sticky, but he was too wrung out to give a fuck.
Once he was able to move again, he switched off the vibrator and tossed it to the side, giving Merritt another long, deep kiss. When he pulled back, he saw she looked dazed, her eyes unfocused.
“What the fuck,” she breathed, “was that?”
The afterglow slowly faded, replaced by a creeping embarrassment. Had he taken things further than she’d wanted? Or not far enough? Was she upset that he’d come so quickly?
“Sorry,” he said, his breath still coming heavily. She blinked at him.
“Sorry?For what?”
“Uh…”
Her face softened, clearly seeing his panic.
“Niko,” she said, and the sound of her voice saying his name in that soft, throaty, post-sex way was almost enough to get him hard again already. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. You have nothing to apologize for.Ishould be the one apologizing for contributing to your list of bad hand jobs.”
Relief washed over him, and he shook his head, the movement loose. “Nothing about that was bad. It was barely even a hand job. I’m not helping my reputation as a one-pump chump.”
