Chapter 30 #2
My breath is heavy as I try not to hide beneath my hands or pull a cover over me. Monty sits back on his calves and takes me in, a look of pride on his face.
“That’s my good girl. Now spread those pretty thighs for me so I can see all of you.”
Need has me ignoring every alarm bell warning that this position can’t possibly be attractive and, instead, I do as he asks, pulling one leg up and opening for him.
Monty’s eyes widen as he reaches for my other leg, drawing me completely open with a loud groan.
“You’re fucking glistening.”
The air feels cool against my damp core and it takes everything in me not to snap my legs shut.
“Tell me,” he says in an inquisitive tone, “did you touch yourself while you were making your list?”
Heat hits my cheeks as I picture him doing just that as he read through my desires. Oh my God, did Monty fuck his own hand while thinking of me?
As if reading my thoughts, he lets out a small chuckle. “I fucked my hand twice today because of you.”
I involuntarily moan at the image of him fisting himself, at the thought of him roughly dragging his palm up and down his engorged cock.
“Show me.”
Two words, barely a breath between them, and I swear my pussy throbs. There’s going to be a puddle beneath me soon.
I glance at the nightstand like a complete idiot and he flashes me a wicked grin.
“Oh, is this where you keep your toys? That was on your list. How about we cross off a few of those items. We can start with watching each other.”
Oh God.
“Can I see your toys, baby?” he whines, the sound so desperate and hungry I whimper in response. “Fuck, I really want to see the way that pussy spasms around a vibrator while you think of me.”
Can I do this?
“Please,” he begs.
Fuck it. I nod my head, and he fumbles forward, pulling open the first drawer.
“Holy shit,” he rasps because, yeah, there’s quite a display in there. Many options, though there are only two that I use regularly. They’re both reliable and do the job quickly and efficiently.
“The pink one,” I tell him, knowing the clit pulser is small enough not to be too intimidating.
Monty lifts it up and presses it against his finger. When the suction begins, his eyes flare with hunger. “Oh, I know what this does. But I want to see you fuck a dildo, Penny. Which one do you like?”
He watches me, waiting for my response.
I lean into what he’s asking of me—I might as well, I’m already putting on a show. “The long one that curves.”
Monty reaches for the soft silicone peach vibrator and runs his pointer finger up and down the tip of it. “Perfect.” He hands me the clit stimulator but keeps hold of the vibrator. “Show me what you do with this.”
I place the toy right over my clit, and suck in a breath as it suctions around my sensitive nerves.
I’m already close just from Monty teasing my nipples and the dirty way he’s looking at me.
This won’t take long—for me, half the orgasm is in my head.
Normally, a few dirty thoughts alone will get me there.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you are, Penny. No idea how my mouth is literally pooling as I stare at you.” He pulls his pants down and exposes his rock-hard cock, then wraps a fist around it and squeezes.
“This what you wanted, Xuxuzinho? Want to see what I do every fucking day when I think of you?”
My back arches from the feel of the vibrator suctioning my clit and the indecent display of pure sex as Monty slowly fucks his hand.
With his other hand, he flicks the vibrator on and then rolls it against the underside of his dick.
His guttural groan and the pooling of liquid on the tip of his cock has my first orgasm slamming through me.
My knees roll together as I fuck up against my toy, bending with it as I come.
“Keep those knees open,” Monty growls, falling forward and pulling my legs apart. “I want to see you pulse.”
He watches me like a man starved, licking his lips and moaning as he does. Then he takes the vibrator and presses it between my thighs, teasing me with just the tip of it.
My eyes roll back as I curse. “Oh fuck, yes, please.”
“Please what, baby?” He hums as he pushes it in and then drags it right back out again.
My hand falls off the toy on my clit, unable to handle all the stimulation. Monty’s other hand replaces mine so that he has one toy pressed firmly against my clit while the other thrusts in repeatedly.
“Please what?”
“Your cock, I need your cock,” I pant out. “Please fuck me.”
I’m thrashing against the sheets, fisting them, trying to take everything Monty’s giving me but needing more.
“I wonder,” he muses aloud.
I huff out a breath, impatient, but my desperation seems to only spur him on further.
“One of the books you gave me to read last week—” He bites down on his lip as he lets the vibrator slip farther inside me. I squeeze my legs together, trying to hold it in place. “It talks about dual penetration. Is that what it’s called?”
Fuck, I didn’t even realize I’d given him that book. My entire body shakes as he continues talking. “That wasn’t on your list. You ever try something like that?”
“No.” I almost laugh. “Please, Monty. Where would I even find two men to do that with? I can barely find one.”
“You found me,” Monty says, voice soft.
“Yeah, but you—”
His eyes snap to mine. “Call me your fake boyfriend again, I dare you.”
My lips fall open in shock as he swallows, his expression softening before he leans forward, so close his breath tickles my ear.
“You like that idea, Xuxuzinho? Like the thought of my cock and your toy filling you at the same time?”
He pulls back again and I eye his thick cock.
“But you’re so big.” His cock alone is probably the size of two. I’m not sure I can take any more than that.
Monty’s eyes flare and he flashes me that sexy smirk, which never fails to make me weak.
“You can take it.”
“Both?” I glance down at the toy that’s now fully seated inside me. He’s rolling it around in circles, preparing me for what he wants to do.
“Can we try, baby? I promise I’ll lube up really good and, if it’s too much, you just tell me. I’d never hurt you.”
I trust Monty and, fuck, I want to try this. “Okay.”
Monty’s lips transform into a surprised grin, and I heat from the inside out. I want to always be the reason for that expression.
“Hold this in place.” He places my hand over the vibrator that’s still rumbling inside me.
The other toy has fallen off, and is buzzing against the mattress, though I can’t summon enough interest to care. I’m far too excited for what’s to come.
Monty reaches into my drawer, pulling out my lube and a condom. He pours a generous amount after sliding the condom on and then slides his fist up and down.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last long.”
His jaw strains as he looks down at me, his dark pupils blown wide. I can’t maintain eye contact with him when he’s like this—it’s too intense—so I move my head to the side.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Xuxuzinho?” He gently eases my chin back to face him. “I want all your thoughts.”
“I’m thinking you better fuck me before I come again.”
His eyes crease as his lips tip into a big smile. “As you wish.” He leans forward and pushes my thighs up. “I’m going to go real slow, but if it hurts too much, just tell me.”
I nod and then suck in a breath as he notches himself right above the vibrator.
He hisses a breath between his teeth. “Oh fuck that feels good.”
This time, I don’t look away as he sinks into me.
My mouth falls open in an O as he grits out, “Look at us, baby.” His gaze drops to where he’s stretching me wide open, fucking up into me with the vibrator still inside me. It’s so tight and feels so good; every muscle in my body goes taut with the movement and my toes curl down.
“Holy shit,” I mumble when he finally pushes all the way in.
He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yes,” I stutter.
“Holy fuck, baby, I need you to come,” he’s rambling as he reaches for the other toy and presses it to my clit.
I practically bow off the bed in surprise, but his weight on top of me keeps me in place. I’m nothing now but nerves and liquid and fireworks. White light sears my vision, and I cry out as I come in long waves.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he warns as he reaches behind him to hold the vibrator in place. He thrusts back and forth, massaging my G-spot, and the action sends me to the fucking moon.
I feel myself coming again, feel the liquid squirting out of me, and Monty’s desperate groan lets me know he sees it, too.
“Fuck yes, baby, soak me,” he growls, and then his cock grows impossibly thick right before he pulls out of me, rips the condom off, and drops it to the ground before coming in long hot spurts all over my already soaked pussy.
The aftershocks from the vibrator still inside me draw my orgasm out in what feels like an endless spasm. I’m blissed out and spent, still drowning in pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” Monty whispers. “That was—” He silences both vibrators and carefully draws the one inside me out. “Fucking incredible.”
Barely able to open my eyes, let alone speak or put into words how that felt, I give him a weak smile.
He leans over me and presses a kiss to my cheek. “Be right back.”
I feel empty as the bed dips and Monty disappears. I don’t hear him return—I’m too tired—but my eyes blink open when I feel the brush of a warm washcloth against my skin.
After he’s finished cleaning me up, he sinks into the bed and pulls me into his chest. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I mumble sleepily.
“Rest, baby,” he whispers against my ear. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I drift off to sleep wishing those words were true.