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“Damn it. Give me something,” I growled.
“Oh, you want something? That can be arranged.”
He got up and walked away, leaving me thrumming like an electrified wire. I craned my neck to look over my shoulder. He was rummaging through my side table.
“Where the hell do you keep your sex toys?”
“Uh. Not sure I should tell you if you’re gonna keep torturing me.”
He cast me a look. “Tell me.”
“Box under the bed.”
Damn it. I had no chill with this man. Kit grinned and crouched down to slide the box out and look at its contents. My face heated with embarrassment. Kind of ridiculous considering I was standing naked against the wall, my hole twitching with need, my cock dripping… I should be way past modesty now.
“Eyes forward,” Kit instructed.
I whipped my head toward the wall. My balls drew tighter. Fuck. What was he going to do to me now?
He dropped back down behind me, and cool, slick lube touched my hole. I gasped and jerked, but spread my legs wider, desperate for more.
Kit chuckled, his breath gusting over my sensitive skin. The blunt pressure of a toy—a plug or a dildo, I wasn’t quite sure yet—pressed against my rim.
I drew in a deep breath, waiting for the burn and stretch of entry.
It didn’t come.
I blew out a breath and glanced over my shoulder. “Kit—”
He had his phone in his hand, checking his texts.
“Seriously?” I started to straighten.
Kit slipped the phone into his back pocket and pressed a hand against my lower back. “I didn’t tell you to move.”
“You’re checking your phone messages,” I complained.
“And now I’m done. Back in position, Joey. Come on.”
With a groan of frustration, I obeyed. The blunt pressure to my hole returned, then Kit pushed, and the head of the silicone toy spread me open wider.
He went slowly, making me feel every inch—no, every millimeter—of progress as it slid inside me, slowly widening.
I moaned. It was so delicious to be filled after all that teasing. I wanted so much more.
He settled the plug inside, then tapped the base. “All done.”
“No,” I gasped.
“What’s wrong?”
“I…”
“Say it, Joey. Tell me what you need.”
“Fuck me with it,” I blurted. “Please.”
“But if I did that, you might come. And we don’t want that, because how would I ride your dick?”
