Chapter NINETEEN
(Charlotte)
I didn’t hear from Matt for two weeks, and even though we weren’t anything like dating, he’d still been thoughtful enough to let me know that he would be difficult to get ahold of while he moved back to New York and started to work again. Once, he sent me a text of the princess emoji. I sent him a dragon back and forced myself to be cool. I could not sit around and wait for him to call or text, even when he consumed like forty percent of my brain. If that shit started to snowball, it could easily hit a hundred percent, and that wasn’t what we were about.
Besides, I had my awesome job to concentrate on. Bees and Buds had turned out to be a perfect fit for me, and the employee discount wasn’t bad, either. It was my afternoon off, so I was relaxing with the fruits of my labors with my feet up on my coffee table, my glassy eyes fixed on an episode of Euphoria, a honey straw in my mouth and a dab pen in my hand.
“Package for you!” my mom called cheerfully from the other side of the front door. I put down my phone and went to let her in, finding her holding a box the size of a microwave.
“What the…” I took the box from her and hoisted it onto my hip to examine the label.
Mr. M and New York, NY popped out at me right away.
“Are you going to open it?” Mom asked, nosy as ever.
“I am,” I said, backing slowly inside with my hand on the door. “Alone.”
“Is it something I’m not supposed to know about?” she asked, her teasing tone barely covering her suspicion.
“I don’t know yet. I haven’t opened it. It’s from a friend.” I kept the door on its forward travels. “Thanks for bringing it back here.”
She’d brought it to me because she wanted to know what was inside. I could guarantee that she would have regretted her curiosity if I’d let her stick around.
I cut the packing tape and opened the box to find several items inside; the first one that caught my eye was a boxed Hitachi Magic Wand, the second a friendly-looking plush dragon. I picked up the dragon and hugged it hard, squealing with a joy that surprised me. It was such a silly thing, totally impractical and childish. But it came from Matt, from one of our private little jokes. It was so thoughtful and sweet, how could I not love it?
I put the dragon on my bed and went back to the box. Besides the Hitachi, he’d included an intensely realistic dildo, oddly shrink wrapped. Kind of cheap and weird for a sex toy to come in hassle-free packaging. My fingers brushed an envelope, and I fished it out, eyeing the other miscellaneous contents of the box.
There was a handwritten note inside, on paper that felt more luxurious than any sheets I’d ever slept on, with a personalized letterhead. His handwriting was crisp and easy to read.
Princess—
Please use the enclosed items to do as many wicked things to your body as you’d like. Except for the dragon, of course. He’s there for cuddles when you’re finished.
The dildo is custom made by an artist friend who specializes in life casts; I hope you recognize it. If you don’t, that means we’ve spent too much time apart.
My birthday is in a month. I’ve already decided on my gift. My assistant will send you flight information and further instruction.
Fondly,
Mr. M
I grinned to myself and folded the note up. Of course, he assumed I would be flying somewhere to meet him for his birthday. I wasn’t going to pretend I would turn him down, either. Billionaires probably went all out for their birthdays, and I could stand to experience that kind of excess, at least once in my life. I hoped my boss would be understanding about it.
I picked up the dildo and weighed it in my hand. It was substantial and very familiar, as I’d committed it to memory. Matt had sent me a dildo made from a cast of his own dick.
It was a nice one, too, I found after I peeled the wrapping off. The surface was soft to the touch, but the toy was solid enough overall that it would get the job done. Every ridge and vein were exactly how I remembered. Even the colors matched my memory. And at the base, of course he’d included his balls.
I laughed and went to my bedside table. Though I was tempted to use all my toys right away, the odds were high that mom might check back in to see if she could wheedle the contents of the mystery package out of me. I didn’t want my first, glorious time with all my new treasures to get interrupted.
Plus, it would take some time to charge the Magic Wand.
There were two other goodies in the box: a set of butt plugs in gradually increasing sizes—so, he’d been listening to me while telling me my filthy bedtime story—and a neoprene bottle that had “Stay Hydrated” printed on it in loopy font. I snickered at that.
I grabbed my phone. I wasn’t texting him to be pathetic, I assured myself. I was texting him to say thank you for the gift because it was the polite thing to do. There was nothing desperate about it.
I considered the dragon sitting innocently on the bed, then whipped my top off. I lay back on the pillows and propped the dragon toy between my tits, then raised my phone up and snapped a picture from the neck down. I attached it to a text that said, Thanks for the presents and hit send.
Typing bubbles popped up and I held my breath.
Thanks for showing him a good time.
I cuddled the dragon tighter to my chest and held in a squeal. I was being so ridiculous and there was nothing I could do to stop.
* * * *
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t keep Matt off my mind. I put myself on a strict no-contact order or else I would have been texting him every day. A week passed before he messaged me again.
Want to do something filthy?
My heart rate went through the roof. I was sitting on my couch, blinds drawn, considering going to bed. It had to be three in the morning in New York.
Before I could answer, another text popped up, quickly followed by another: It’s a group activity and call me if you’re interested.
The message had barely shown up on the screen before I hit dial.
“You’ll never guess what I’m doing,” Matt answered, in lieu of a hello.
Judging by how out of breath he was, I replied, “Running on a treadmill?”
A high-pitched, “Don’t stop!” gasped out in the background.
My jaw dropped. “Are you fucking someone right now?”
“I am. A lovely woman named—I’m sorry, what was your name?” he asked her.
“Amanda,” she answered with a moan, clearly unbothered that he’d forgotten.
“You’re fucking a stranger?” The naughty thrill of it sent a shock straight to my clit.
“Well, I’m all the way out here on the east coast—” his answer cut off as he hissed in pleasure. “—and you’re on the west coast, so I asked my new friend here if she would assist.”
“I’m coming!” Amanda shrieked in the background. “Oh god, I’m coming!”
I wished I was. I wasn’t jealous about him fucking another partner. That would be silly, because nothing about our relationship precluded it. But I was certainly envious of this Amanda.
“She’s so fucking wet,” Matt went on. “Listen.”
And then he put the phone close enough that I could hear the popping and sucking noises of his cock pounding into her.
“Did you hear it?” he asked after a moment.
All I could imagine was a gorgeous, wet pussy split by his thick, hard cock, and I moaned aloud. “If I were there, I would lap all of that up. Run my tongue around your cock while you fucked her. I would love to make her come again while you were inside of her.”
“You should hear what my friend Charlotte wants to do to you, Amanda,” he told her, though whether she was able to pay attention over her own vocalizations was in doubt. “Charlotte, let’s make a plan to do that next time we’re together. I would love to see you tonguing someone’s pussy while I fuck them.”
I couldn’t help myself. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hand inside. “I’m touching myself right now,” I told him.
“Are you at home?” he asked.
I scoffed impatiently. “No, I’m in line at the bank.”
“You’ve gotten yourself off in public before,” he said. “You’ve let me get you off in public.”
“I’m at home,” I said firmly.
“Then you have those gifts handy?”
“Yes, I do.” And I hadn’t used them yet. I didn’t know why I’d waited; maybe I’d subconsciously wanted to use them with him, first.
“Get the dildo and the Magic Wand.”
I scrambled through my bedside table and grabbed both. “How do you want me to use them?”
“I want you to fuck yourself, really fuck yourself hard, with that dildo while you’re using the vibrator on your clit.” His breath panted faster now over the line. “Don’t hold out for permission to come, and don’t you dare stop at one. I want you to have shaky legs when you’re done. Amanda certainly will. Won’t you?”
I heard her breathless laugh and practically ached with longing. My inner thighs had been so sore after the wedding weekend. I wanted to feel that again. I scrambled out of my jeans and panties.
“Do you have the dildo in your hand right now?” he asked.
“I do.” I positioned it at my opening and slicked it between my labia to lubricate it with my juices.
“Tell me before you put it in,” he said. “Tell me, and I’ll tell you how to do it.”
“You’ll fuck me by proxy?”
He chuckled.
“I’m ready now.” I’d been ready since the moment he’d texted me.
“Put the tip in,” he instructed.
“No, don’t stop!” Amanda protested.
“Be patient,” he told her. “You’re both going to benefit from this.”
She mewled in resignation.
“I’m going to count backwards from five. Do you remember this game, Charlotte?”
“You’re not going to make me do that much edging, are you?” I asked.
“Yes, I am. And I’m going to make Amanda do exactly the same thing. Except she’ll have to settle for her fingers. You’ll at least have the vibrator to help you.”
“I’m good with my hands,” she giggled.
“Okay. We’re at five. Edge five times,” he said.
I flipped the switch on the wand to the lowest setting, but it still gave me a full-body jolt. “Whoa!”
“Working for you, then?” he teased.
Oh fuck, yes it worked. It pushed me up and up, and within seconds, I knew the crucial moment was about to spiral out of my control. I breathed deep and hit the switch to turn it off but kept the round plastic head pressed against my clit. "My pussy is like, fluttering around this dildo."
"So, it's fluttering around my cock, then?" He made a noise of satisfaction. "Amanda is gripping me so tight I think she might have to stop playing with herself soon, or she's going to ruin the game." He paused. "Trust me. Take your hand away."
"Trust him,” I moaned, and he relayed my comment to her as I clicked the vibrator back on.
It took us longer, this time, because Matt made us both wait to catch up with each other. By the time we reached the number three—and a total of nine edges—he relented to Amanda’s pleas to move his cock already.
“Fine.” He pretended to be brutally disappointed. “I’ll count down to one, and then, Charlotte, I want you to turn that vibrator on and ram that dildo so far into your tight little pussy that you can’t fit another inch.”
The joke was on him; I didn’t care about my physical limits in the moment. I was going to take him in to the root. I didn’t care if I walked the next day.
“And the same time, I’m going to drive so deep into Amanda that she’ll need to move up the bed,” he warned with a ragged laugh. “Are you both ready?”
Our enthusiastic moans were enough to convince him.
“One…”
My hand gripped tighter around the unnaturally firm balls at the base of the toy.
“Two…”
The angle was a little difficult, especially one-handed, but I drew my knees up and spread them wide, my belly trembling with anticipation.
“Three.”
I slammed my hand flat against the base of the toy, shooting the entire length into me, to the hilt. The head smacked into my cervix, the dull, pinching pain pulling a cry from my throat. “Fuck, that hurt!”
“Harder!” Amanda shouted. “Oh, god, please fuck me harder!”
“You heard her,” Matt said, as if he had no choice. So, I picked up the pace, too, ramming the dildo as deep as I could, the balls at the base slapping wetly against the juices running down my ass. I could stop the pain at any time, stop brutalizing my pussy with the toy, but if it were Matt, if he were here, I wouldn’t want him to stop.
I would want him to do more.
“Do you like fucking yourself with my cock, Charlotte?” He asked, and he sounded so infuriatingly smug.
“You know I do.”
“Turn on that vibrator.”
I pressed the switch, still to the low, throbbing setting, and my toes curled up. “I’m… I’m…”
A long, wordless wail of passion indicated Amanda and I were on the exact same wavelength. That brush against intimacy sent a rush of endorphins to my brain as this stranger and I came violently on the same cock. I arched my back and clenched down so hard the dildo slipped out. I pumped my hips against the head of the vibrator and let out of a scream of full body relief as my orgasm drenched me—and the bed.
The first thing I said as I recovered was, “I should have put a towel down.”
“That’s so fucking hot, princess,” he murmured. His breaths came out as little puffs of sound. I kept the wand pressed to my clit, my body rocking in ripple after ripple of sensation, still too overpowering to bear.
“Turn it up,” Matt ordered. “Come on, I want to hear you.”
I hit the button and screamed as what felt like a thousand wasp stings assaulted the most sensitive part of my sexual anatomy.
“You can do better,” he goaded me. “Peel the hood back.”
“No!” I shouted, but my hand moved to do his bidding. The screaming, exposed nerve pulsed and flinched back from the stinging touch, sending a current of nothing but pain through me.
It was the most intense agony I’d ever experienced, and the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt. Black spots swam in front of my eyes, and I heard the knuckles of my toes crack as they drew up in a searing cramp. I shrieked again and again, rhythmic shouts with each grasping clutch of my spasming cunt. And when I broke, I stayed broken, my orgasm prolonged by the relentless stimulation.
Matt’s sharp breaths became focused grunts, then a long, strangled groan of satisfaction. Though I knew he was particular about safety, I imagined him coming in her, imagined what it would feel like to have him come in me without any barrier between us. I wanted more than anything to know what that would be like, the hot, pulsing burst of him bathing my inner walls, to feel all that slick, slippery liquid mix with my own and run out onto the sheets.
And with one final, leg-flailing peak, I was finished, too.
“I’m done!” I panted. “I’m stopping now.”
“Same,” I heard Amanda in the background.
When he could speak again, Matt asked, “You okay, princess?”
Amanda laughed and said, “Aww. That’s adorable. None of my boyfriends ever called me that. Lucky girl.”
“We’re not—” I began, then realized that he could explain it later if he wanted to.
And then I wondered why, exactly, he hadn’t told her who I was before he’d called.
“I’m going to fuck and run again,” I said breezily, though my insides had knotted up with uncertainty. He wasn’t telling random strangers that we were an item because he thought we were, was he?
“Okay. Expect an email from my assistant this week. I wasn’t kidding about those plane tickets.”
We said goodbye and I hung up, suddenly not as cool with the idea of a romantic getaway anymore.