“Stay,” he told Waldo as he moved toward me.
With his hands tucked in his pocket, Rule leisurely strolled around to the ottoman that acted as more seating, his gaze hot as it raked over every inch of me. My heart rate kicked up, and my respiratory system went on the fritz as I let the sensation of the vibrator mixed with the heat from his gaze work me closer to orgasm.
“Did you come?”
I shook my head because I couldn’t form words.
“Good girl.”
He sat across from me, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned toward me, his gaze locked on my face. “You’ve got a greedy little pussy, baby.”
I nodded because it was true. My pussy ached for his cock. It didn’t matter if I was freshly fucked and recovering from a mind-altering orgasm, I still wanted him. Although I found myself drawn to this man in a way I’d never been drawn to anyone else, I only gave myself permission to want him. I wouldn’t cross the line, wouldn’t confuse sex for love, but I could give in to my baser urges. There was no reason we couldn’t seek the pleasure the other offered since our circumstances allowed for it.
“Jinx will be here in a minute.”
As though he knew my thoughts were pinpointed on him, leave it to Rule to bring up Jinx.
Not that I minded. I would give my body to Jinx any day of the week. More than once if he would have me. But with Jinx, it was different. We had a foundation built on friendship. Not a deep one, but we’d started slower, and I knew more about him than I did Rule. With Jinx, there really was the risk of me falling for him because I didn’t merely lust for him, I genuinely liked him.
Rule didn’t say anything as he watched me, and I found myself relaxing, letting the glimmer in his eyes steer me toward the impending release. Minutes ticked by, and I knew I wasn’t going to last. I was caught up in his eyes, in the heat I saw there. No one had ever looked at me like that before. People saw beauty when they looked at my mother. Compared to her, I was too plain, too average. I wasn’t a sex goddess, but I almost believed I was when Rule turned that intense stare on me.
“You’re so fucking wet. Push that thing in your pussy.”
I angled the thick silicone toy and pushed it against my entrance. My body resisted, but I pushed past it.
“Now pull it out.”
I did, then teased my clit with the slick vibrating tip.
“In again.”
Within minutes, I was fucking myself at his urging.
“I can’t … Rule … I need … God, I’m going to come.”
His face remained impassive, but I swore I saw satisfaction in his eyes.
A sound came from behind me, and I noticed Waldo sit up, his tail thumping with excitement. I knew without looking that Jinx was home.
“She’s playing with herself,” Rule said without looking at Jinx.
A moment later, I felt Jinx’s callused fingers graze my shoulders, my neck. He moved my hair back, then let his hands trail over my chest.
“Oh, God.” I sighed, my nipples tightening to the point of pain from the gentle graze of his hands. “It’s too much.”
Jinx lightly teased, his pinkies grazing my nipples while I fucked the toy in and out of my pussy. My muscles clenched and released, spasming in warning. I was going to come, and I couldn’t stop it.
“Please … Rule … I need…”
“Come for us, butterfly. Come on the toy, then I’ll give you my cock.”
I inhaled sharply as I fucked myself with abandon, eager to earn my reward. I could make myself come like this, but it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as having him inside me. I wanted that. I wanted to feel him without the barrier of latex. I wanted every ridge of his iron-hard cock to rub inside me.
I pushed the vibrator in deep and succumbed to the orgasm, gasping and moaning as I went limp.
The toy fell to the floor with a thud as Rule stalked toward me, unbuttoning his jeans as he did. By the time he reached me, his cock was in his hand. He manhandled me into position, forcing one leg up, draping my leg along the back of the sofa, my other foot dangling above the floor.
The cushion dipped, and then he was impaling me, ramming in so hard I thought he would split me in two.
