With Cort holding the vibrating wand, I clench my legs around his. Like Pavlov’s dog, my body knows what the sound means and what that toy will do for me. I’m practically salivating for him to touch me with it.
Cort brings the tip to the side of my neck, slowly dragging it around the column of my throat and notching it in the space between my collarbones.
My breath comes heavy and quick as I tip back my head, fighting against the tickling vibration. Even slower than before, he glides the tip down my chest. Wearing his shirt, I’ve buttoned the same three buttons he did when he first put this shirt on me. Thus, he easily slides to the top of my breasts.Then, removing the device from my chest, he leans forward and presses a kiss to the spot he tickled.
The vibration is suddenly against my belly, moving south, until my leg is forced off his, spreading my thighs wide. Cort drags the humming toy down my lower abdomen and slips it between my legs.
“Cort,” I whimper, as he presses the vibration against my legging-covered core, thrumming against my clit.
“Were you going to think of me while you used this?” His voice is thick, choked and strained, as he glances down at what he’s holding between my thighs.
“A girl never shares her secrets,” I tease, closing my eyes as he nudges harder, intensifying the pleasure.
Another minute passes with the hum buzzing in the room, drowning out the hammering in my chest, and the whimpers in my throat.
“Vale.” Cort hisses, leaning forward and running his nose along my throat. At my ear, he quietly asks, “May I be so bold as to ask you to show me how you use this thing? Show me how your body responds to it?” He sounds almost as desperate as I feel. On the verge of unraveling, but not yet.
I need the magic closer to me. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my leggings, I tug them down revealing black boy-cut panties. I pull a panel of his flannel shirt over my belly, but Cort uses the wand to push aside the material, giving him a clearer view of my spread legs and dark underwear. And the vibrator he holds against me.
He nudges my inner thigh, so I bend my knee and rest my leg against his. I shift my other leg closer to the wall. The space is tight, intimate even, like we’re in a cocoon.
A sports camp cocoon.
“Out of your head,” Cort warns after watching my face a second. I lick my lips and close my eyes, nodding once.
With only the thin material between my skin and the vibration,I’m still turned to full watts. My clit hums and when Cort does a little twist with the thumping tip, I cry out and turn my head away from him. He latches onto the side of my exposed throat, sucking my flesh while teasing covered bits.
When he pulls back, his voice is rough once more while he appraises me. “Look at you.” He hums. “Little Bee and her stinger.”
I roll my eyes. This isn’t a time for jokes, but before I can scold him, he slips the toy to the side, nudges the inner thigh of my boy-shorts over, and the musky aroma of my arousal slowly wafts upward. He taps my clit, and I whimper once more.
Cort hums again. “My sweet bee. Dripping. Desperate. Taking this wand like a queen.” Awe fills his voice. Then he slips it lower, inward and teasing, and my back bows off the bed.
Rolling my head to look at him, I find his gaze pinned between my thighs, concentrating on where he’s teasing me. His fingers don’t meet my skin, but he might as well be touching me. What he sees. How I smell. How I’m reacting.
“I’ve never used a toy with someone else,” I blurt, wanting him to know this moment is special to me. Important even. I’m in a vulnerable state. A position I never thought I’d be in with anyone, let alone Cortland Haven.
Cort swivels his head, his coal-dark eyes meet mine. “I’ve never touched someone like this either.”
I want to believe him. Want to think this moment is significant for him as well. The thought throws me off course again.
Cort’s gaze returns to my center. “I’m not leaving this room until you’re satisfied, Queenie.”
I laugh, sharp and quick. “Oh, have I earned a new nickname?”
Cort only chuffs, his concentration back between my thighs. “Take this wand, sweetness. Show me how you use it. Show me how it makes you wet and wild.” His voice thickens, thecommand more demanding. A certain level of yearning rings from him and my attention returns to what he’s doing to me. How he’s moving the tip against my clit before slipping inside me, filling but not full enough. That sensation is reserved for a partner, one I haven’t had in too long to count.
Eventually, Cort tugs his flannel up my belly, exposing more of my lower half. He leans forward and kisses my lower abs while he holds the wand against my clit. His slow kisses become more frantic. Open mouthed and scraping teeth right over the soft material. He shifts, moving his body down the length of mine, and my head takes over in the best way.
I imagine Cort dipping his head between my thighs. His mouth working me in the same way he’s sucking at my belly. The lap of his tongue against sensitive folds. The pressure of his lips against?—
“Cort,” I cry out as my body contracts and then relief washes through me. Like the first harvest of honey, sticky and sweet and mouthwatering. My legs fall to the side as I ride out the pleasure, clutching the sleeping bag beneath me. I long to touch Cort but don’t want to startle him.
He holds the wand steady, letting it do the sexy work, never wavering from watching me. When I’m wrung out, he only gives me a moment reprieve, before he slips the wand lower, forcing it deep inside me and I cry out again, covering my mouth with the back of my hand.
I blink up at the bunkbed above me. Doubleheaders are hard to win, but a few weeks ago, while fantasizing about Cort after book club, it happened.
The reality of him pleasuring me with this thing is so much better than the fantasy.
