Page 9 of Vibes

Iris stares down at me in terror, and I’m pressed between her legs. My cock is hard to the point of pain, pushing against her sheets, and I lift my legs up when I realize I’m about to knock over her dresser at the foot of her bed. My hands are under her legs, and this whole time I thought the vibrator was a joke at my dick.

It’s my tongue? I don’t know if that’s better or worse.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, leaning up on her elbows. Her blue eyes are hazy with that post orgasm glow, and she’s still breathing hard. The flush of her cheeks tells me it was a good one, and her nipples are still hard little peaks.

And I’m still between her legs, with my tongue in her pussy, frozen in surprise. My lips are sealed over her, and I can just barely see the piercing in her clit if I focus. I swirl my tongue, disoriented from the sudden change, and she blows out a breath.

“What are you doing here?” she hisses. She hasn’t pulled back yet or started screaming profanities. If anything, she seems to be frozen like me.

I pull my mouth away from her, lifting my head as I hold her gaze. “Honestly? I have no fucking idea.”

Her thighs tighten on either side of my body instead of wrapping around me, and her bare legs brush my naked arms. I don’t seem to be wearing any clothes, which works out just fine for our current predicament.

“H—how—” she begins, stumbling over her words.

“I think we can thank that witch you hang out with,” I groan. “Don’t ask me how it happened; Cora didn’t really explain why I got turned into a sex toy.”

“A sex toy,” she mutters, eyes flickering over me. There’s a vulnerability in her gaze as she studies us, her chest rising and falling too quickly, like she’s on the verge of panic. “And now you’re in my bed—”

“And I’m not a fucking vibrator,” I agree. My hands slide to cup her ass and she jumps, but doesn’t tell me to go to hell. “But now I know how pretty you look when you orgasm.”

Iris groans, dropping her head back for a moment. I quirk an eyebrow, surprised she’s willing to look away from me like this, and lean forward again. I glide my tongue across that sexy piercing I’m obsessing over, and she shudders before a moan escapes. “This is so fucked up, Lachlan.”

I hum, and she whimpers. Deciding to risk being strangled to death by her legs if I fuck up, I slide my tongue down to trace her pussy, that whimper stretching out as she moans. Before I can try and tease her, she locks her legs behind my neck and pushes my face further into her heat. I gasp as she tries to suffocate me, looking up again.

Her hooded eyes watch me as she grabs fistfuls of my blond hair, my scalp tender when she pulls. “Fuck it.”

Iris starts rocking on my face, dragging me further into her, and I take a deep breath before I can’t. I attempt to slide my hand up to her pussy so I can tease her with my fingers too, but she’s gripping my neck so tightly with her legs while rocking on my face that I can’t fit my hand between us. Giving in, I get lost in the feel of her grinding against my mouth instead.

It doesn’t take her long to find her second release. She’s going to bruise my nose with the force she’s using to rock into me, and I’ll take anything that keeps me from returning to that vibration prison. When she comes she digs her nails into my scalp and holds me in place. All I can do is lap at her cunt, because there’s no option left; the grip of her legs around my head is like a steel band.

She finally releases me so I can breathe and take a huge gasp of air. My first few minutes in a human body again and the bitch damn near kills me with her orgasm. Maybe it’s a sweet way to die, but not exactly what I had in mind when I was dreading my future on the porn store wall.

Iris is breathing heavily too, and she wiggles herself away from me and off the bed before I can say anything. She hurries across the room as I'm still catching my breath. Her ass is small but toned, and up until now I thought her only curves were from her tits. I study her as she scrambles to grab a robe, throwing it around her naked form before she glares at me.

“Explain,” she hisses, clutching at the robe like I didn’t just have her spread out before me. “Tell me how the fuck you ended up in my bed.”

4 Freaky Players

Iris

“I’m pretty fucking sure it’s Cora’s fault.”

He’s said that three times now, but it just seems too wild to believe. Cora. My Cora? My BFF who occasionally dabbles in things I might consider black magic, but never shows proof that she has a magical bone in her body? I don’t usually believe in this type of stuff, and my mind is still reeling from the fact that Lachlan appeared on my bed in a haze of pink mist.

And I do mean appeared. At first I thought the liquor just betrayed me, but he really did turn from a bullet sized vibrator into a man. I felt the change both in my hand and inside me when the little buzz buzz toy turned softer and slick like a tongue. At least for all the talking he does, Lachlan has a damn talented tongue and he knows how to use it.

“Why the hell did she sell you to me if it’s her fault?” I ask, crossing my arms. I’ve purposefully kept distance between us since I managed to stop thinking with my clit, and he’s been respectful enough to not try and touch me again. We’ve been talking from opposite sides of the room for the last twenty minutes.

He doesn’t seem to know anything useful. He blames Cora, but isn’t sure how to describe all the ways this is her fault. He was stunned a couple minutes ago when I showed him the date on my phone, and he’s definitely struggling with this.

I doubt this is as bizarre for him as it is for me, but it’s nice to see that this is a shock to him too.

“Cora isn’t my friend,” Lachlan groans, skating his fingers through his blond hair. It looks remarkably clean, like he just had it washed and didn’t turn from a plastic toy to a man. The only stitch of fabric on him is one of my blankets, wrapped messily around his hips. I thought about getting him a towel, but I didn’t want to turn my back on him again.

I want answers, and from the furrow in his brows, I honestly think he does too.

“What do we do here?” Lachlan asks, glaring at me as the silence stretches. I half expected him to push his way out of my apartment once I threw on a robe and the fun was over, but he hasn’t left yet.