Queenie
After spending a lovely afternoon with Boyd in Discovery Green, they had dinner and prepared for their evening date. He still refused to let her know what he’d planned, but assured her that the dress she’d chosen was perfect.
Once in the truck, he got the air conditioning going and paused before driving away. “Do you remember what I said about safewords when we first met?”
Surprised, she crooked her eyebrow, her mind wild with possibilities. “I do.”
“Repeat it for me, please.”
“You said our safeword would be blueberry, because it’s your favourite dessert and you like a safeword to be positive. Either one can use it without judgement or fear of repercussions.”
“Very good. Open the glove box.”
Heart pounding, she reached forward and pulled the handle. Inside was a black bag. Laying it on her lap, she peeked inside—and her cheeks flamed. Queenie tipped the bag up, a small toy falling into her palm. Only, the vibrating ring wasn’t for her .
“We don’t have to do it,” Boyd spat in a rush.
“Will you tell me where we’re going?”
“A drive-in movie.” He reached over and opened the packaging. “It connects to your phone.”
“Have you ever done this before?”
Now it was his turn to blush. “Yes, but not with that specific ring and never with a partner.”
“Will it make you come?”
“Most likely. The thought of you controlling it increases the possibility.”
It was hot, thrilling really. Queenie had never done anything like it. He’d been the first to use toys with her to start with and now this… God, it was exciting. “I like the idea,” she admitted, skimming the instructions.
“If we get there and you don’t feel comfortable anymore that’s fine. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
Her head snapped up, pinning Boyd with a serious gaze. “You’ve never made me feel that way.”
His eyes softened, resembling an adorable puppy. With his large hands cupping her jaw, he leaned in and kissed her nose. “That means the world to me.”
Once the toy was connected, she flipped through the settings. “What do you like?”
“You controlling it.”
Her cheeks hurt from smiling. “I don’t like the pulsing ones, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have them.”
“Queenie, you could do anything you wanted with me—even if that meant not using it at all. Even the thought of you being open to it is hot as fuck.”
Speechless, she handed over the toy so Boyd could put it on in the privacy of the garage.
Boyd showed no reluctance in unbuckling himself.
His cock was already semi hard and she watched with fascination.
Boyd spat into his palm, slicking himself up until the ring slid on effortlessly.
Once he was pleased with it’s position nestled against his cockhead, he redressed.
Then he grabbed her jaw, claiming her lips in a gruff kiss. She melted into the embrace, dropping her phone to her lap and freeing up her hand to comb through his beard. All too quickly, the kiss was over and Boyd backed out of the parking spot.
Forty minutes later, Boyd opened the truck bed and hoisted her up, letting her make herself comfortable in a pile of pillows and blankets. It was already dark out, so once the movie began, she danced her fingers up his thigh until he squirmed beneath her touch.
“Do you want to come?” she asked, drawing mindless circles over the denim of his jeans.
“I’d love that very much.”
“It would be so messy.”
He chuckled lightly, tightening his arm and pulling her closer. “I chose black jeans for a reason.”
“So I could make you drown in your own cum.” She laughed at herself. “Oh, I’m not good at dirty talk at all.”
Boyd turned his head and ran his nose through her hair. He’d asked for her to wear it down, allowing him to twirl the strands around his fingers. “Yes, my queen—you can make me fill my briefs with my cum. Or you can tease me all night long until I can fill your desperate pussy.”
She reached for her phone and opened the app, Boyd’s chest vibrating in a low groan of anticipation.
When she turned it on his thighs flexed beneath his jeans and his hand to his rapidly growing erection.
After slightly adjusting himself, he let out an approving whine.
Eyes glued to the growing bulge, she let her thumb swipe over the screen.
Boyd nuzzled into Queenie’s neck, taking a tight hold on her waist. “That feels good,” he whispered, voice thick with desire.
“Do you want more?” she asked, unsure of whether it was nerves or arousal that had her voice quivering.
“Yes, please, my queen.”
“Oh god,” she husked, drawing that mind-blurring chuckle out of him.
“Did you like that? Me begging you for more?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“I liked it too, but don’t get too used to it. I’ll be tossing you on the bed and making you mine before you even know it.”
Oh fuck. With shaky hands, she upped the intensity.
Boyd groaned into her hair and grabbed her jaw, wrenching her head until she focused on the movie. “We don’t want to be kicked out and have the fun end too soon, do we?”
She shook her head, fighting to keep her attention on the big screen while toying with the vibrations. Trying as he might to control his breathing, Boyd’s chest heaved unevenly. His grip on her waist tightened with his lips pressed against the cleft of her ear.
“Anymore and I’ll come,” he warned. But she only took it as a challenge, cranking the toy up. Boyd let out a pained groan, arresting Queenie’s attention. When she looked, he was trying to hold his thighs still with his hands. “Fuck,” he cursed between pants. “Break… please.”
She turned the vibrations down. Boyd’s head rolled back, and she returned to the movie. With her phone set aside, she palmed her man’s crotch, disappointed to feel hardly any dampness.
“You’re going to make me soak myself, aren’t you?” Boyd heaved.
Unable to meet his gaze, she could only nod.
“Fuck.” But he didn’t seem to be opposed at all.
She let him rest as he’d asked, but not for long.
The moment she picked up her phone again, Boyd fought to control himself.
She started slow, curled into his side. He hummed and with a twirl of her thumb over the screen he had even more trouble keeping still.
When he couldn’t keep quiet anymore, he buried his face in her neck.
“Queenie…” he whisper-groaned, grabbing her waist tightly again.
“Do you want to come?”
“Please,” he begged, sending a shiver down her spine. Increasing the vibration, Boyd stiffened next to her, grunting through his orgasm before he whimpered for her to ease off. “Oh, fuck.”
Queenie tipped her head back, peppering kisses along his jaw. “You look so handsome when you come for me.”
He gave off a weak chuckle and pressed his lips to her ear. “Handsome, huh?”
“Very much so.” The next time she touched his—now damp—jeans, electricity shot through her veins.
Spreading his legs, Boyd patted the blanket between his thighs. “Come here.”
As she sat down between his legs, he lifted the back of her dress just slightly. She didn’t understand why until he pulled her close and his soaked jeans pressed against her bare skin. He made sure she was covered with another blanket, sucking passionate kisses over her neck.
“No hickies please. ”
“No hickies,” he promised, fading into a moan when Queenie began to build his next climax.