“A guy can dream.” Showing his usual modesty, he stripped naked in about two seconds and crawled into the bag. He patted the space beside him and smiled. “C’mon, live a little. Skip the nightie and the panties.”
“Hello, your mother and my sister are right down the hall.”
“So? Turn out the light and we’ll zip up tight.”
My lips twitched as I shook my head and took off my jeans and panties. I folded them neatly, then cast a surreptitious glance at the doorway to the back hallway before darting for the light to turn it off. His soft laughter followed me.
I didn’t pull off my nightshirt until I was right beside the bag. Just in case, I tucked it right beneath the side, that way I could get dressed in a hurry if I had to. And since I was right beside my backpack anyway, I dug out the item I’d discovered—and blushed over—earlier in the day when I’d gone looking for aspirin.
Compared to what I intended to tell him, revealing my inexperience with sex toys was a piece of cake.
I slipped into the bag with him and didn’t move as he slid his heavy arm over my waist. I gripped the object at my side like one might a lethal weapon. A conversation like this required easing my way in, an icebreaker if you will.
Then the damn thing started to buzz and vibrate against my thigh. Loudly.
“What the—whoa.” He peeled up the top of the sleeping bag. “What are you doing down there? Can I watch?”
I laughed. Actually no, I snorted hard enough to rupture something in my nose, which only made me laugh harder. And the stupid toy fell out of my hand and rolled between us.
He finally grabbed the vibrator and held it up to the moonlight, studying it as a doctor might examine a tool of his trade. “Look at all those notches.” He turned his stare on me. “When a beautiful naked girl crawls in my sleeping bag with a vibrator, I take that as an invitation.”
My breath actually caught. “They’re right down the hall…” The argument sounded weak even to my ears.
“Doth protesth too fucking mucheth,” he said against my ear, adding a lick down the side of my throat that made me shiver right down to my toes. “Get wet for me.”
Shit, now I was flushing. “You can’t just command that to happen.”
“Wanna bet?” He placed the cylinder against the heat of my thigh and I startled enough to drag my nipples over the cool satin interior of the sleeping bag. The movement and the reality of what was about to happen had me dampening in a flash.
Then he started to talk in that soft, hypnotic voice that accompanied the bulk of my orgasms, and I was done for.
“Let’s start on low, shall we? Just warm you up a bit first. I’ll slide it along your lips, let you get used to how it feels. Circle it over your clit until it gets stiff. Until it starts to pulse. After a minute I’ll slip the toy down, slide it inside you. Then I’ll start to fuck you, nice and slow, until I can hear how soaked you are for me. Because we both know I’m the one fucking you, whether it’s a toy or my fingers or my cock.” His warm, wet mouth skimmed along the underside of my jaw and I quaked like a virgin on prom night. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.” My chest was rattling with the breaths I tried to hold inside. “God, I want you.”
“Good girl.” He slid his arm beneath my shoulders and nudged me upward. So I could watch. Dear Lord. “Open your legs.”
I had to. I had to know.
He flicked his thumb over the lever and it powered on, sounding more like a lawnmower than a quiet, discreet vibrator. 3C was probably getting an earful again, though at least they might get their rocks off this time.
On second thought, eww.
“Your mom’s going to hear.”
“I’ll jus
t tell her I had to shave my balls.”
I couldn’t help laughing again, though my amusement swiftly disappeared when he slid the tip of the toy inside me and bumped up the speed. He’d totally lied about his process to get me used to the vibrator. He was going for it, right away.
Why had I expected anything different? Neither of us dipped a toe in when we could dive in headfirst.
And damn, he was diving in, all right. He had the entire thing inside me within a couple of passes, and steadily increased the speed and pressure until I didn’t have a hope in hell of not making noise. I bit down on his corded shoulder muscles and he groaned, turning his face against my breast as he rotated the toy inside me.
I fought the orgasm as long as I could. It seemed wrong somehow, to come around something that wasn’t him. But when he lifted his head and pierced me in the hazy moonlit dark with his gorgeously expressive eyes, I gave in. Hard. Shaking around him until he cuddled me close and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my throat to ease my tremors.
Then he turned on the toy again, and drew it along my damp inner thigh.