Me:
And is your dick hard?
The Asshole:
Of course it is. I’m imagining doing all of this to you and stroking it. I’ll be honest, though; I may come faster than you do.
Me:
Well, it’s not a competition as long as you get me off.
The Asshole:
Do you have a vibrator or dildo close by?
A rush of arousal hits me hard. I think it’s more about the fact that he’s not shying away from toys.
Me:
Pick your poison. I have options.
The Asshole:
Dildo. A vibrator will get you there too fast.
I reach over to my bedside table and grab the very standard six-inch dildo I have. I rarely use it, but this seems like the perfect application.
Me:
Done.
The Asshole:
Lube it up for me then. Thrust just the tip in. Keep circling that clit while you’redoing it.
Fuck, that feels good.I lean my head back and moan as I slide the toy in. It’s hard to follow directions and not thrust the entire thing in, but I want to see what he does next.
The Asshole:
Rock your hips. Act like you’re meeting me thrust for thrust.
I do as I’m told, and it feels so damn good that I decide it’s my turn to have a little fun.
Me:
Grip that cock tight. Bring your other hand down to your balls and tug on them gently. Imagine it’s me on my knees for you.
The Asshole:
Jesus fuck, Marina, you can’t say shit like that and not warn a guy. I almost came all over myself.
Me:
You’ve got me so close I thought I’d give you a taste of your own medicine.
His reaction makes me feel giddy, like I still hold some power even if it doesn’t feel like I do. Even if I feel like I’ve lost all control since I let him in at the hospital.
The Asshole:
