Page 8 of Vibes

“Maybe it’s Dylan’s fault,” she goes on, which is moderately more interesting than listening to her woes about classes. “I’m so worried about him breaking in again that I'm making up people so I feel less alone. Is that better?”

Oh, she not only talks to herself but she answers. Maybe there’s a reason Cora was cool with Iris buying me. At this rate, I’m never going to get a chance to speak again. If I need my button pressed to have a voice I’m SOL if she’s stuck in a loop talking to herself.

That’s a depressing thought.

Iris bites her lip and stares down at me, her eyes a little glassy and hooded from drinking. I watched her sipping the wine, unaware that she has a spectator, and wondered if this is a nightly ritual for her. If she’s teetering on drunk, that may or may not work in my favor.

“It’s not Lachlan,” she mutters more quietly, dragging a hand down her face. “That doesn’t even make sense. He’s not in my fantasies! Why would I imagine his voice?”

Her taste is terrible if I’m not in her fantasies. Maybe I’m not on her radar, but I know I’m better looking than Dylan.

“TV,” she grumbles, sitting back against her pillows. Her gaze drifts to me, and she uses the side of her leg to slide me further across the mattress. “I just need to relax.”

She needs to relax with me. I would love to be used, or turned on. Anything besides mere existence and endless boredom would be nice.

Without Iris pressing my button, or talking to herself, there’s nothing but the TV to fill the silence. She seems to purposefully look away from me, and I’m just lucky that she slid me instead of rolling me. I can still see her.

Push the button again. I’ll shut up this time and give you an orgasm first, but for fuck’s sake, don’t pretend I’m not here.

She’s still sipping her wine, and I’m forced to listen to whatever medical drama she’s engrossed in. I watch as she polishes off one glass and then starts another, her hand only slightly shaking as she pours the drink.

How much has she had? I didn’t notice if she was drinking beforehand or not.

At one point, the wine either does its job or Iris’s curiosity is piqued. The background noise goes silent and I watch her shift on the bed before eyeing me.

She grips me between her fingers, studying me before she shrugs. “Fuck it. Just don’t talk to me this time. It’s been a long day. Let’s just both pretend that didn’t happen.”

Well this might end up awkward, but I can keep my mouth shut to start. I want to see between her legs again, and maybe when she’s sated, she’ll be more interested in listening to me.

Iris strips out of everything, and if I were human I’d show her how much I appreciate the view. I had no idea she looked this good underneath those layers, even when she was wearing my hoodie.

I lose sight of her sexy silhouette when she leans on the mattress and I roll again. When she picks me up I immediately see her pretty pink pussy lips as she flips me around in her grip.

There’s a goddamn piercing on her clit.

I missed that detail the first time.

That’s all the time I have to think on it before she hits my button, hesitating at her entrance for just a moment. The vibration scrambles my brain, and it’s hard to focus with every part of me trembling in her fingertips.

Then she slides me inside her sweet pussy, and it’s like being dunked underwater. There’s no air, not that I’ve been doing much breathing this way. Everything goes dark and there’s nothing I can focus on except for the vibrations echoing through me and the intense feeling of serving.

The only thing I exist for right now is her pleasure.

Iris moans, and it’s the one thing I can hear over the buzz in my brain. She’s moving me inside of her, making breathy little gasps as she goes, and I can’t stop myself from moaning too. I’ve quite literally never been this close to a chick before.

For a moment I expect that moaning to ruin things, but she’s either convinced herself that it’s her imagination or she thinks it’s part of the toy. I didn’t expect to get to slide inside her pussy like this since a slim, little bullet vibrator like me can’t be that satisfactory. As she keeps her movements going evenly, I hum and consider.

She must be able to feel my reactions when I moan or hum. She gasps and quickens her pace, and I only wish I could see the way her sweet body thrives at the hands of her own pleasure.

Her body tenses, and then there’s a rush as she comes all over me. I’m hit by her orgasm. Her hand pauses as she takes it in, and I moan again. I have no sense of time right now, only that I’d love to keep drowning in this as long as she’ll let me.

In my head I can almost taste her orgasm, like she’s fucking my tongue instead of a toy. Even though my little body feels tired, I’d prefer to be here as a man and fucking her properly. She wouldn’t have to do all the work, and I could get a fucking word in without being turned on.

The vibration of the toy keeps my mind in limbo, and I can’t focus on much of anything as I continue to buzz. The longer I sit here, the tighter her pussy feels, and I must be imagining things. Closing my eyes internally I picture how sexy she looks spread like this post-orgasm.

Suddenly it feels like I’m thickening, growing, and I believe it’s all in my head until Iris screams. There’s a new, salty-sweet taste on my tongue, and my eyes pop open.

My real eyes. That taste of her cum is on my real tongue.