"Top drawer. At the back on the left."
"Stay here," he says, as the bed rises and his footsteps thump against the floor.
I don't move, not even a little, as I hear him slide the drawer open and rummage around. "Nice panty collection," he says, with a smile in his voice, which quickly changes. "Nicole, this vibrator is still in its box!"
I heard him tear the packaging. More footsteps tell me he's coming around the side of the bed. "Lick it, Nicole," he whispers. "Make it nice and wet."
The vibrator is thrust toward my face, and I take it into my mouth, tasting the rubber but doing as he asks. "That's it. I want it to slip in nice and easy." Removing it from my mouth, his footsteps retreat. The cool implement touches my opening, pressing just slightly as he runs a hand over my ass as though he's calming a skittish animal. "Remember, stay still, and I'll give you what you want."
He pushes it in further, the coolness of it biting against my heated flesh. It feels totally alien, too hard, and too big, but the thought of Aaron wielding it and watching it penetrate me is almost enough to push me over the edge. Twisting it slightly, he pushes it all the way in. "Hold it in yourself," he orders, and I do as he asks, sliding one hand between my legs to find the end of it, grazing his fingers as he lets go. "Pump it," he growls. "Let me see you fuck yourself with it." My face flushes with embarrassment and arousal as I do as he asks, imagining what it must look like from where he's sitting.
Explicit.
Raw.
Too much.
"That's it. That looks good." His voice is rough, interrupted by quickened breaths that tell me how turned on he is.
I risk looking to the side through my hair as the single arm I'm resting on starts to shake with exertion. He's sitting on his heels, fisting his cock at the sight of me, rough pulls that seem like they should hurt. Those eyes of his, green pools of fierceness, are on the action but move to mine as if he can sense my attention. "You like to watch me, Nicole? Maybe I'll let you get up close and personal." He slips off the side of the bed and rounds closer to my head, kneeling in front of me on the pillows, still wielding his cock as though it's a weapon. "Let's see how good you are at multitasking." The wet tip of his cock brushes against my lips, and I instinctively lick the saltiness of him into my mouth. "That's it, baby, lick it, and fuck yourself. I want you to come while I'm in your mouth. I want to feel your surrender."
I moan, and I know he can feel it against his cock as I let him push in deep. The vibrator is sliding in and out easily now, and I've found a way to angle it so that it hits the right spot to bring me closer. I move my face downward when I push the vibrator in and up when I pull it out, and with my eyes closed, I can almost imagine he's inside me at both ends. He doesn't thrust at first but rests a hand on the top of my head, more as a display of power than direct control. My jaw is burning, but the feeling of him starting to swell against my tongue is enough for me to forget my discomfort. The taste of him becomes stronger as my orgasm starts to build, each pull and push of the toy bringing me closer and closer.
The room is filled with slick wet sounds as I pump us both with a frenzy I don't recognize. I'm on the edge of coming, and maybe Aaron knows because he starts talking, his mouth so full of filthy words I want to lick them right out.
"I can smell you, Nicole. It makes me so fucking hot. I know you're close, so do it harder. Imagine it's my cock stretching you open, slamming against your ass. Imagine I'm watching it spread you open until you're dripping…"
It's the image of him fucking me that takes the bundle of coiled arousal in my pussy and pushes it outward through my body and mind until I can't see or breathe or even register what is happening around me. All I know is a dark pleasure; like a thick velvet drape, it swathes me in shadowy sensations. I register a noise, but it takes a while before I realize it was coming from me. The sound is too much, too desperate, and wanton. And all while I still have his cock in my mouth. I feel as though I've been rent open. All the emotions I've been pressing down suddenly bubble upward until tears spill silently over my cheeks, and I draw in a rasping breath, pulling back and hiding my face in my hands.