Their attention makes me feel bold. Slowly, I set the toy on the couch and stand, stripping my shirt up over my head.
Again, I feel their attention on my skin, on my breasts, achy with wanting. I throw the shirt to the side and step out of my shorts, my underwear. When I’m bare before them, I sit back on the couch—making sure to sit on a blanket, which maybe is not so sexy, but I don’t want to get the couch dirty.
Sitting back, I spread my legs, run my palms down the insides of my thighs, palm the soft flesh just there. It makes me shiver, and I imagine my hands are their hands. I think about Cole and Dane holding my legs open for Nico, and I feel myself getting wetter, wonder if they can see it happening.
“You’re so beautiful,” Nico mutters, palming his cock over the fabric of his pants.
Cole stares at the toy, “I want to see it make you feel good, Lucy.”
Dane demands, “Touch yourself.”
So, I do, starting with my fingers first, I close my eyes and imagine again that it’s one of them touching me. I imagine I’m back in my room at Aunt Ruby’s trying out the toys for the first time, but this time I imagine Dane, Cole, and Nico are there. I imagine they can see what I’m thinking, my curiosity about someone penetrating me from behind.
Now, I know what that feels like.
“Fuck.” Nico’s voice.
“Keep going,” Cole rasps.
“Use the toy, Lucy.” Dane insists.
And so, I do. I pick it up and turn it over, find the tiny indentation that’s clearly theonbutton. It comes to life in my hand, warming and vibrating gently, making goose bumps erupt over my skin, dashing along my forearms and to my elbows.
Biting my lip, I follow my whims, run the thing over my breasts, lingering on my nipples. It feels better than I thought it would, and I let my head drop against the back of the couch, arching my back.
This time, it’s harder to tell their swearing and comments apart.Christ, andfucking hell, andso sexy, baby. Keep going.
I do, dragging the toy down between my breasts and over my stomach. I tease myself with it, thinking about the way Nico kisses around me before ever touching my clit. He starts with kisses on the outside, over my pubic hair, on my thighs. Then, slowly, he delves in, bit by bit.
So, that’s what I do with the toy. I tease myself so well that when I slip and accidentally bump it against my clit, I let out a moan.
There’s movement, then Dane says, “Don’t touch her. We’re watching for now.”
Someone growls, and I think it must be Nico. Even this interaction sends thrills rolling through me. Like I’m a showgirl, or on a stage. The entertainment, and they’re not allowed to touch.
Widening my legs, I drag the toy through the wetness collecting at my opening, gasping again. Picking my head up from the back of the couch, I look out, connecting my gaze with Nico’s first.
I’m not sure where it comes from. Maybe it’s because I’m comfortable with them, or because I feel most myself at this moment, but I open my mouth and start to talk, start to say things thataren’tcompletely cringe-y.
“You want to touch me, don’t you, Nico?” I purr, watching his nostrils flare, his hand tighten on his cock, which is now out of his pants, firmly in his fist. I lick my lips, bite the bottom one, skip my gaze down to his cock before sliding the toy near my entrance again.
When its head slips in, like it’s meant to be there, I realize itis.The toy is shaped, kind of, like a hook, with a little nub at the top. When I experiment, sliding it inside myself, I realize exactly what that nub is for.
The hook shape is just like Nico’s fingers, pressing at that part inside of me—it must be the g-spot, right?—with each stroke. While I do that, the little nub circles over my clit like a tongue, the pressure consistent yet soft. That must be the nano-bots, the technology that allows it to adapt to my body fluidly.
“Oh,” I let out, body starting to shake. “Oh—fuck.”
At this, Cole is the one letting out a noise, and I lock onto his eyes, “Cole, oh god, you made this for me, didn’t you? When you designed this toy, you knew I was going to be sliding it into my pussy, wishing it was you?—”
Cole chokes and quickens his pace on his cock, and when I turn to look at Dane, his eyes flash.
“I thought about you,” I admit, gasping against the pleasure, my whole body practically having an orgasm now. We’re all nearing the apex of something. “The first time I used the toys, I imagined you, punishing me at the office, bending me over my desk and pulling my skirt up?—”
Letting out a sound between a choke and a sob, my words cut off with the first mounting wave of my orgasm. The men let out their own noises—of pleasure, of restraint, of wanting. They want to touch me, and I wish they were, and the whole thing issogood because of it.
This is why Dane does what he does. He knows how to make the companies work well, and he knows how to makethiswork well.
I cry out when I come,ColeNicoDane, again and again. I ramble about wanting their cocks in me and even include some information I gathered online—mindless, shaking with the orgasm that just keeps coming, the toy adjusting to me and drawing it out. I tell them I want to goairtight, that I want Cole in my ass, Nico in my mouth, Dane in my pussy.
