“No,” she replies with a shrug. “Come here, baby. Come sit by me, and we’ll relax.” She pats the bench next to her. “Part of the fun with this kind of play is the anticipation.”
I’m trusting this process. If she says I can sit with a sparkly butt plug in my ass, I’m going to do it. She sets my towel out and I sit down, wincing slightly as I find an angle that doesn’t put pressure right on the plug.
She reaches over with her free hand, placing it on my thigh. “Just lean back. Relax and close your eyes. Breathe in the smell of the cedar. Try to let go of all your worry and anxiety.”
Okay, this is starting to feel like a yoga session now. I’m not mad about it. And the juxtaposition between the hot-cold-hot is refreshing. I can feel my muscles and joints loosening up. I guess I just expected this to be— “Oh, fuck,” I cry out, bending over, elbows on my knees, as the plug goes off, hammering my ass with strong vibrations. Changing angles was a fucking mistake. I practically squeal as I flop backwards. The buzzing plug hits me right on my prostate. My dick hardens, all the blood rushing from my head to my crotch.
She doesn’t keep it on long before I’m given a reprieve.
Not to be outdone, I fumble for her remote and turn it on. Next to me, she hums. Tess is much more relaxed than me, leaning back against the wall, eyes closed. She’s almost serene as she just lets the vibrations rock through her.
I click it higher.
No change.
Higher.
“Mmm, that feels good,” she says.
Slowly, she lifts her hands to her breasts and starts to touch herself, lazy and languid. She tweaks her nipples, and I’ve decided I fucking love this game. I duck down, eager to taste her. As she pinches herself with a seductive sigh, I close my mouth over her fingers and her nipple, sucking on them both.
“Fuck, yeah that’s good,” she whimpers. She pulls her fingers free, digging them into my hair as she holds me to her breast, demanding that I keep sucking on her. With her free hand, she works my remote, turning it on again.
The vibration is higher this time, and I can’t suppress a full body shiver.
“You like it?”
“Yeah,” I reply.
“You want more?”
“Please,” I hear myself say.
The vibration intensifies and I gasp, all my muscles contracting around the little toy. I look down, watching as the tip of my dick leaks precum. This is surreal and amazing. She doesn’t even need to touch my dick. I really think I could come with no contact, which would be a fucking first.
“Turn mine up,” she whimpers. “Ryan, I need to taste you. I need you to tease my pussy as I suck your cock.”
“Get over here,” I reply, clicking her toy up higher.
She shifts until she’s on her knees on the bench, ass pointed away from me. She crawls forward, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. I cup her face, stealing a kiss, but then she’s pulling away, her head dropping to my crotch, and she sucks the tip of my dick into her mouth. The moment her lips close around me, she turns up the goddamn toy.
“Fucking hell—” My hips kick forward, ass lifting off the bench as she sucks me deeper. The combination of sensations has me feeling like I’m being pulled apart. The plug is full in my ass, and the vibrations send a sharp tingling all over my body, like I’m being licked by fire. Her mouth on my dick is a dream, so wet and warm.
She snatches for my hand, whimpering as she moves her hips on air. She takes my hand and puts it between her legs, and I take over, my fingers seeking out her needy clit. I make contact, and she arches into me, humming around my dick.
“Tess—god—babe, I’m not gonna last long if you don’t—ahhh—ohmygod—fucking fuck—” I drop my hand away from her pussy as she turns the remote up to what better be the highest fucking setting. I need to come so bad I think I might cry. A tremor starts deep in my groin and rockets up my spine.
I shift my hips a little, and that has me seeing stars. The point of the plug sits right on my prostate, the buzzing rocking me from head to toe. I have an out of body experience as it feels like all my muscles contract at once. I bend over in a half curl, my hands tightened into fists, as I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life. I don’t know what the hell kind of feral sound I’m making. Can’t think. Only feel.
Tess had no warning, but she takes it like a champ, holding her mouth open as my cum pumps out of my tip, hitting her lips, her chin, her greedy tongue. I make a mess of her as I just can’t stop coming.
“Oh my god,” I moan, my body suddenly losing air like a popped balloon. I fizzle, all energy leaving me, as I collapse against the bench. Tess turns off my plug, and it’s like flipping a switch. Lights out. I’m dead. Done.
She reaches across my lap for the red remote that I don’t even remember setting down. She takes control of her own orgasm, clicking it up and working her clit. “Watch me,” she pants, her breasts jiggling in the most seductive way as she fucks herself. “Ryan, watch—”
As if I can look at anything else? I watch my queen take her pleasure, riding out her climax, her sweet moans filling the small room. Her skin is flushed, her head tipped back, body glistening as she makes herself come. It’s fucking breathtaking. She finishes, turning the toy off and dropping both remotes. They clatter to the floor at our feet. Then she slumps forward, catching herself with one hand, her forehead dropping to my shoulder.
“How was that?” she says after a moment.
“So fucking good,” I reply. “I’m officially a convert to butt plugs.”
“I knew you’d like it.” I don’t need to see her face to know she’s wearing her sleepy smile.
“I’m still not convinced about the sauna,” I admit.
She just keeps smiling, turning her face to peck my chest with a kiss.
I manage to lift a hand, digging it into the hair at her nape. I tip her head back, kissing her lips, not caring that she tastes like me. In fact, I think it turns me the fuck on. She’s mine and I’m hers. Nothing we could ever share could be bad or wrong. I want to taste like her, smell like her. Bring on all the coconutty hair oils and strawberry lip gloss.
“Am I corrupting you, Ryan?” she says. “Should we stop while we’re ahead?”
“You’re a she-devil,” I say against her lips. “My goddess.” I give her a kiss. “My queen. You fucking own me.” I kiss her again. “Do anything, take anything. It’s yours.”
“Hmm,” she says on a sigh, kissing me back. “As much as I love the idea of taking you for everything you have, I’m starving.” As if in evidence, her stomach lets out a low grumble, and we both laugh. “Why don’t I order us a pizza while you go get cleaned up?”
She kisses the tip of my nose, and then she’s moving away, as if her bones weren’t just liquified by the most intense orgasm of her life. Perhaps I need to try harder next time.
Towel under her arm, she glances over her shoulder at me. “You coming?”
“I don’t think I can get up,” I admit. I’m not even sure I remember how legs work.
She laughs again, crossing back over to me and holding out a hand. “Come on, sweet puppy. We really gotta work on your off-ice stamina. Give me a few weeks to toughen you up, and I’ll have you coming like that all night long.”
A few weeks? This woman can have more than that. She can have months. Years. Hell, if she’ll only give us a real chance, a chance to be more than just friends, I’ll be her sweet puppy for the rest of my fucking life.
38
I spend the whole of Thursday morning running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Between helping Joey set up for a volunteer clean-up event over at the beach and playing phone tag with two city council reps, I somehow manage to bake two dozen of my famous triple chocolate chunk oatmeal cookies.