Chapter 24 #4
Instead of thinking, I switched on the rose.
The suction made a low, bubbling hum. It competed with the vibrator rumbling beside me and I decided that the noise was necessary.
I could sink into the sound and let it drown out everything else.
Let it drown out the growls and gasps from Noah.
The sigh that slipped from my lips when I spread my legs and nudged the rose to my clit.
With my free hand, I held myself open as I worked the rose into the right position. It required a bit of finesse, but when I got there it was always worth it. Always .
“It’s for—” Noah cleared his throat again. “It does something. To your clit.”
“Mmmm.” No longer concerned with the appearance of my thighs in this position, I let my knees fall all the way open. “It sucks me.”
“Better than I do?”
I met his gaze down the length of my naked body. He held it a second before glancing between my legs and then back up, his lips pressed into a tight line. “Different.”
“How? Explain it to me.”
I shuddered when the toy started knotting the strings of an orgasm together.
I wasn’t there yet but getting close. “You’re warm and soft, and you— ohhhh, fuck —you bite me.
” I trailed my fingers down to where I was wet and clenching, teasing just outside my core.
“This is hard. It’s aggressive. It bosses my clit around until it comes. ”
“Which do you like better?”
“It’s not a competition,” I chided. “I like this when I don’t have anyone to lick my clit.”
Honestly, I had no idea where these words were coming from. They weren’t coming from me. I don’t talk about sex or my body this way. I didn’t possess the language to do this.
“It’s a good thing you live here now,” he said, his tone rough and strained. “I’ll lick you any time you want.”
He rested his cheek on his folded arms, his gaze still locked between my thighs. I reached for the vibrator beside me. A strangled noise rattled in the back of his throat. I pressed it to my opening and let my eyes shut as the sensations spiraled through me.
“How close are you?”
“Close,” I whispered.
“What happens after? Are you done or do you keep playing?”
A breathy sigh burst out of me and I looked up at him.
He was staring at the blue octopus vibe as I held it steady, letting it pulse and twitch inside me.
I liked this toy because it required very little of me.
I could slide it in, read something naughty, and let my body do the rest. “It depends what I want.”
“What do you want right now?”
How was I supposed to answer that? How could anyone be expected to form words at a time like this?
“What do you want?” I asked.
He wheezed a humorless laugh and shoved a hand through his hair. “I want this .”
I clicked the rose to a higher setting. It nearly stole my words. “I don’t believe you.”
He dropped a hand to his lap. The back of the chair obscured his movements but the agony that twisted across his face told me everything about what he was doing. “Believe it, wife.”
The orgasm hit me a minute sooner than I’d expected.
It came up fast and it blitzed through my muscles, leaving me shaky and uncoordinated.
I blinked at Noah but my eyes wanted to stay closed.
It was like I’d accidentally popped a sleeping pill instead of a multivitamin and now each blink lasted several minutes.
I couldn’t get my thumb on the right button to switch off the rose, and the fingers on my other hand gave up holding on to the toy.
I tried but I’d lost my depth perception along with all control over my body, and I ended up pinching at my inner thigh.
A feral sound snapped out of Noah as I went right on rolling my hips into the pulses and waves of my toys. It was mostly involuntary. Like I said, this vibe didn’t require much of me and since the power button had vanished from the rose, there was no reason to stop now.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He said this as if it was an insult. As if he was more than a little angry about it. “Just so fucking—”
He didn’t finish that thought because my inner muscles clenched hard and I cried out, a moany-groany jumble of swearing and sighing as another orgasm hit.
This one was smaller. The first had knocked me over so this one could only kick at the rubble but that was all it took for the vibe to fall out of me and onto the floor in front of Noah.
“Oh my god,” I mumbled into my hand.
Noah bent to collect the toy from the floor. He switched it off before pushing to his feet and stepping up to the footboard. Running a hand up my inner thigh, he asked, “Do you want to keep going with this one?”
He covered the hand holding the rose to my clit. I shook my head. “I can’t find the button.”
“Let me take care of it for you.” After giving me one last lick from the toy, he pulled it away and turned it off. The hum of sex toys died. He brought a hand between my legs, gently covering me. “Is that better?”
I nodded. I felt like a child. An adorable, precious, depraved child. Maybe not an actual child but I most certainly felt precious. And so depraved. I mean, where the hell did all of that come from?
Though the fog of orgasm was dense, I could see his thick erection trapped under his jeans. I held out a hand to him and he took it. But rather than climbing over me or unbuttoning those jeans, he pressed his lips to my palm.
“I want to do something for you,” I said.
He tapped a finger to my opening. “That was for me.”
“I want to do something you’ll enjoy,” I argued.
“I did enjoy that.”
“But it’s your turn and—”
He kissed me, his lips hungry and insistent. “Listen to me, wife. I told you what I wanted when I asked you to show me how you use your toys. I watched you fuck yourself senseless and come until you went cross-eyed— twice .”
With the coordination of a newborn deer, I reached for his cock. “But—”
Just then, the kitchen door slammed shut and Gennie yelled, “I got to milk two whole goats!”
“Not right now, sweetheart.” He kissed my forehead, adding, “We have all the time in the world.”
He gathered up the toys and set them on the desk, and returned the chair to its original position.
Still quivering everywhere and incapable of moving from this splayed-open position, I watched as he glanced at the items on the desk.
Books, skincare, earrings. He reached for something in the ceramic bowl I used to store my everyday jewelry.
I assumed it was another wonky pair of earrings, maybe the gourds that looked a little too phallic for school use.
But then I saw the ring of twine pinched between his fingers.
He didn’t have to say anything. He didn’t have to make a comment about me keeping it or stowing it in a place of importance. No words necessary. He could fill in the blanks, even if I was still hazy on some of the answers.
He returned it to the bowl and shifted to adjust himself.
“I should check on Gennie,” he said. “You should—” He glanced around, his eyes brightening when he spotted my bathrobe.
He draped it over me like a blanket and it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me after I’d masturbated in front of them.
“I’ll keep her downstairs for a few hours. ”
“Okay.” I shrugged but it felt like a muscle spasm. “I’m going to get up. Put on some clothes. Be a human again. I just need a minute.”
Stopping beside the bed, Noah ran his palm down my cheek. “I need a lot more than a minute and all I did was watch. Stay here, sweetheart. Close your eyes. You deserve it.”
* * *
Jaime was busy folding laundry on her bed when I called late Sunday evening.
Noah was negotiating the terms of a bath with Gennie, and I was still an uncoordinated, boneless wreck after the events of this afternoon.
Tremors still ran up and down my inner thighs and I didn’t think I’d be able to sit down for a week without thinking of Noah.
It only made sense for me to skulk away to my new bedroom under the pretense of lesson planning but really to confess my sins to my best friend.
That was what everyone did when hiding from their fake husband after giving him a sex toy show.
“What’s shaking, doll?”
“My legs.” No point in drawing this out. “You told me so.”
She pinned a towel under her chin as she brought the edges together. “I’m gonna need you to be more specific.”
“Noah. And…you know.”
She sifted through her basket, draping a skirt over the side and tossing smaller items to the bed. “But I don’t know. What did your Daddy Bread Baker do and why do we love him for it?”
“We don’t love him ,” I said.
“We don’t love him because you are very busy remembering what actual love is all about. It will take time for you to recognize it and stop pushing it away.”
“I am not pushing anything away,” I argued. “As a matter of fact, I didn’t push him away when he invited me to come home with him last night.”
“Ohhhhh.” She nodded. “I take it that dough rises.”
My cheeks were hot and I couldn’t suppress my grin when I said, “Something like that.”
Jaime settled back against her headboard, sipping her water for a moment. Then, “Is this where you tell me it was a one-time deal and it’s never happening again?”
“Well, it wasn’t just the one time. There were two times. And then another—um, thing. And I moved in with him because the villagers gathered outside his house and essentially threw flowers and wine at us and then broke into song.”
She closed her eyes and dragged a fingertip over her brows. “Is that small-town speak for he rocked my world so hard that my neighbors know his name ?”
“Okay, so, he did—”
“Knew it.” She gave a slow, smug nod.
“—but there were actual people at his house this morning and now I have to live with him.”
“Have to live with him. Get to live with him.” She held up her hands. “What’s the difference?”
“We only moved me in here because—”
“The reason isn’t too important,” she interrupted. “I know it seems like it is but this was bound to happen. One way or another.”
I glared at her. “Have you been reading tea leaves again?”
“I’m not dignifying that with a response.” She sniffed. “I will only say that I hope you’re cozy and comfortable shacking up with your Daddy Bread Baker.”
“You really need to stop calling him that.”
“I like it. I think it fits.” She took another sip. “And I told you so.”