When I finally feel the flared base press against my skin, I relax and allow myself time to adjust.
Euan is a lot bigger than this.I haven’t seen his cock yet, but I’ve felt it against me and can guess the size of it. At the thought, my hole clenches around the toy and it shifts inside me, pressing up against my prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Fuck!”
My insides squeeze harder, which makes the toy press more firmly, creating an unexpected feedback loop. I blindly grasp my cock with one hand while I grab the flared base with the other. I stroke up while I pull the toy out, then stroke down while I thrust it back in.
That’s it,Euan’s deep voice whispers through my mind.Take what you want.
I stroke my cock faster now, racing toward a climax. My other hand stills, giving up on thrusting in favor of pushing the toy in as far as it will go and angling to put more pressure on my prostate.
I picture Euan looming over me, kneeling between my spread open thighs. Whispering filthy words:I want to spread you wide open on my cock. Stretch you until your hole remembers the shape of me. Until you’re ruined for anyone else.
And I’m so, so fucking close to the edge right now.Just a little more—
Knock. Knock.
For the second time today, knocking yanks me out of a lusty haze. I blink my eyes open and stare at the ceiling, trying to orient myself.
Buzz.
I roll my head to the side to look at my nightstand where my phone has lit up with a notification.
Euan
The door is locked.
Shit, I haven’t given him a key yet.I scramble to my feet. My hands are still slick when I grab the phone, so the biometrics won’t respond. I’m too frazzled to remember what my pass code is, so I toss my phone uselessly to the side and focus on putting on pants. It’s only after I take my first step and the toy nudges against my prostate again that I realize it’s still inside me.
Fuck, shit, I don’t have time for this.I can’t leave Euan standing in the hall.
I try to ignore the sensation of the toy tapping against my prostate with every step, but I’m breathless and uncomfortably aroused by the time I reach the door. “Sorry,” I pant as I throw the door open, using the frame to hold myself up. “I was, umm …”Masturbating while thinking about you. Embarrassment keeps the explanation locked in my throat.
“It’s alright,” Euan replies, though he’s looking at me strangely.
Probably because I’mbehavingstrangely. “Here, let me get you a key. Before I forget again.” I walk toward the junk drawer in my kitchen, every step careful as I try not to agitate the toy inside me too much. When I get there, I grab the counter and take three deep breaths in and three deep breaths out, trying to calm the fire racing through me.
I open the drawer, but it’s hard to focus on the contents, everything blurring in front of me.
“Did Theresa say something to you?”
I still and carefully look over my shoulder. “What?”
“You’re acting weird,” Euan replies. His eyes are pinned to the couch, as if he can rewatch the whole meeting between Theresa and me if he stares hard enough. “I wondered if she said something that … made you regret what we did.”
“No!” I turn around, bumping the drawer closed with my hip. The toy shifts again, pressing more insistently, and a harsh shudder wracks through my whole body.
Euan faces me in time to watch the full effect. His eyes trail down to the tented front of my pants where a persistent damp spot has started to spread.
My hands twitch to cover myself up, but I force them to remain at my sides. There was never going to be any hiding this from him.
He arches a curious eyebrow without saying anything and I realize that he might not know this is all for him.
“I bought something at the shop,” I explain, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. “To prep myself.”
“Really?” His voice is as deep and husky as it was in my fantasy. He prowls forward until he’s standing right in front me, his height blocking out the kitchen light, casting a dark, intimate shadow over me. “And how are you preparing yourself?”
I swallow roughly, not sure how to reply.Oh, you know, shoving a toy inside me while imagining it’s your fingers.
He places one hand on the counter beside me. It should make me feel blocked in, but he’s left the other side open for my escape.
