Chapter 28 #3
“Tell me when you’re getting there,” he murmurs, those tight circles going steady and hard and, God, so good. My entire body is simmering. Hot, restless motion, seismic need at the molecular level.
My belly draws tight, and the quivering in my core gets deeper and deeper.
“I think—”
Bell lifts his hand, and mine falls away too. He smiles down at me as I blink at him.
“See? Nothing to it but practice. Now for the second way.”
“Ry!” The agony in my protest is plain, and it’s clear that he loves it because he pulls his lip between his teeth and his hand goes to his groin, where he gives himself a quick, brutal squeeze.
“Trust me,” he says, his voice as rough as his smile is wide. “I promise I won’t leave you like this.”
He lets go of himself and gets off the bed to go into the bathroom.
I lie there for a moment, my cunt feeling like a raw nerve, hot and throbbing, demanding all my attention.
I’m about to try to do one of the movements he showed me to see if I can make myself feel better when he comes into the room with a stack of fresh towels.
I stare. He’s still smiling.
“This is a nice little hack,” he says, “although toys are great too. But in college, they made us draft by hand before we were allowed to use CAD, so I think a similar principle might be fun here.”
He climbs onto the bed again, stacks three of the towels on the mattress, and then rolls up a fourth and sets it on top. He extends a hand, which I hesitantly take, and then he helps me up to a sitting position.
“Straddle this,” he urges and holds the rolled towel in place as I do as he asks.
Feeling silly, I look up at him once I’m settled. “I feel like I’m on a carousel horse,” I say, and he laughs.
“If a wooden horse makes you feel the way you’re about to feel, I’ll buy an entire carousel and install it in the living room.
” He shifts himself so he’s directly in front of me and can curl his hands over my hips.
“Move with my hands. There, just like that—like you really are riding a horse. Oh, that’s perfect, Birdie.
That feels good, right? I’m letting go now so you can find your own pace. ”
It takes a minute or two to find it without his hands on my hips, but the minute I get the angle and pressure just right, pleasure bolts through me and makes me hunch forward.
Bell finds my hands and braces them against his thighs as he sits on his heels, which helps immensely, giving me even more balance to fuck myself against the rolled-up towel between my thighs.
I know I must look beyond absurd, humping a towel, but thrusting my hips forward and back rubs my swollen clit against it, and the vulgar sensation burns right through the self-consciousness. Because if anyone could feel what I’m feeling right now, they’d be doing the exact same thing.
“There you go, baby,” Bell says, voice low. “Give yourself a nice fuck.”
Even though I’m mostly upright, my head is ducked and my hair is falling over my shoulders, and my fingers are digging into Bell’s thighs as my hips snap faster and faster and harder too.
The building orgasm is tearing at my insides, ripping, demanding, and I look up at Bell, feeling almost frightened of it.
All the other ones he’s made me have, I haven’t had a choice but to endure them, but I’m choosing this, I’m doing it to myself, and it’s thrilling and primal and it’s also untethering, like I’m being cut loose from something. From myself maybe.
Bell looks down at me, his hand coming up to cradle my chin, his lower lip wet and bitten and his eyes wild. Suddenly, a hand is in my hair yanking my head back for a kiss and his other hand is inside his pants, gripping himself, working himself fast and hard.
“Keep going,” he says against my mouth. “Keep making that pussy feel good. Show me what a sweet little slut you are.”
I whimper into our kiss. I’m so close. My nipples ache. His tongue is silky and vulgar against mine.
“It’s okay. Even good girls have to be bad when they need it like this. And how can it be a sin if you want it this badly? If the only way to feel better is to get something between your legs and just…ride—”
I cry out as I fuck myself to the edge and tumble right over, the orgasm slashing through every part of me with vicious and exquisite release, making me curl and shudder as my entire body is racked with it.
I’m dimly aware over the blood rushing in my ears and the fissuring rapture pulling me apart limb by limb that Bell is right there with me, his hand moving, curses falling from his mouth, and then he’s worked his cock free of his pants and he’s coming up to his knees and warm liquid is spurting onto my stomach and sliding down to my cunt.
But it still takes me a few moments to ride out the remaining waves, to open my eyes and take in the scene. Bell with his erection still in hand, the swollen head dripping, me astride a rolled-up towel with semen spattered on my belly.
It’s broad daylight.
I blink dazedly at him and then myself and then I have to laugh a little. I just fucked a towel. And I feel amazing.
He laughs too, letting go of my hair but pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “See? I told you there was nothing to it.”