Chapter 30 #2
“You know, if you want to put on a little show that’ll leave that douche crying with a noise complaint, there is something you can do.”
I swallow before shooting him a quizzical glance, not trusting a word to tumble out of my mouth.
We know how that can go.
His grin turns devilish, and his tone lowers as he brings his lips right up to my ear.
“Don’t you have all those toys to review? How about we put our free day to good use and do a little work? I’m happy to direct and take notes for you to refer back to for your article. If those things are as good as you seem to think they are, they’ll hear you screaming in the damn restaurant.”
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Oh my god. Am I actually considering this?
She says while laying out a selection of toys on the bed.
Don’t judge me. I have to review them for work. Admittedly, I wasn’t planning on putting on a show for my Wolff while I was working… but it’s not a bad plan, right? If he takes notes, then I’m not having to constantly rip myself out of the moment to write my own while I rate each one.
And I trust him.
I fucked him on the beach for fuck’s sake. Is this really that much worse?
Okay, maybe it’s a little worse, but, if I’m totally honest, the urge to scream so loud it rips through the wall and drills the visual of Swayze fucking me through the stratosphere into the toad’s brain, well, I’m not mad at it.
How’s that for boring in bed?
Awareness prickles my skin when Swayze walks into the bedroom, gaze locked on me, holding a stack of Post-it notes, a pen, and a chair he proceeds to straddle shirtless. I can’t help the little squeak that bursts out of me at the move.
“I hope you’re gonna scream louder than that, Angel.” He chuckles as I turn to adjust the vibrators on the bed again.
At this point, I’ve lined them up by height, then color, then height again.
Detecting my nerves, he stands up, approaching me from behind to glide his hands up and down my arms.
“Hey, relax, Mia. If you’re not comfortable doing this, we don’t have to do it. Or I can go and leave you alone if you’d rather. This is all you, babe, you have all the control here.”
His warm touch and low words help release some of the nervous tension in my shoulders.
I don’t want him to go anywhere. I need him here with me.
“No, don’t go.”
He kisses my shoulder, his hands squeezing once before falling away.
“I’m right here Mia. I’ve got you.”
Sensing him back away, I slowly unclip my bikini top, letting it fall to the floor.
Butterflies are totally running riot now, nerves taking hold, and my hands tremble as they approach my bikini bottoms.
Last chance to stop this.
I can sense him watching.
I’m hyperaware of everything. The way my skin tingles, the nerves and excitement bubbling inside me, the subtle breeze from the pool caressing my bare nipples, tightening them into little points.
Closing my fingers around the fabric, I tug, bending to pull my bikini down.
Swayze sucks in a breath but doesn’t say a word.
The sound sends a fresh wave of butterflies through me. He’s letting me have this, content to let me lead.
Maybe he’s been doing that all along… making me brave enough to explore things I’ve only ever fantasized about before.
A sense of calm washes over me as I let go of my bikini bottoms and they fall to the floor. Taking a deep breath, I turn to face him, totally naked before him for the first time.
Well, deliberately anyway, if we don’t count the shower peepshow.
The way his eyes subtly widen before his eyelids drop, smoldering with banked heat, sends a pulse ricocheting through my clit. My gaze drops to his big hands, veins flexing as his sexy ringed fingers white-knuckle the Post-its.
Shit.
I bite the inside of my mouth to stop a moan threatening to tumble from my lips. Just the sight of him has me ready to explode.
Toys. This is about the toys.
“Umm, how should we do this?” I lift my eyes back to his, my cheeks flushing.
“This is all you, Angel. Your call. I’m here as your assistant. I’ll do as much or as little as you want.”
I nod and climb onto the bed, sinking back against the cushions, aware of the weight of his gaze on me the whole time while I scan the toys beside me, picking a purple wand massager–shaped more like a giant mushroom than a dick—to ease us both into this.
Okay, to ease me into this. Apparently, I’m good with sex on the beach—public not cocktail—but fucking myself with a rubber dick in front of Swayze needs a little… foreplay.
When I glance back at him, the corner of his lip kicks up in a tiny smile and he nods reassuringly, instantly chasing away the nerves again.
Clicking the wand on, the silent room instantly fills with the low hum. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I bring the head to my nipple, circling the already pebbled tip. The vibrations run through the barbell piercing, making me groan, my head falling back on the pillow.
With my eyes closed and head thrown back, I can’t see Swayze, but I sure as fuck hear his low groan as my free hand comes up to toy with my other nipple. Tugging the barbell, I pinch the tip as I trail the wand slowly between my breasts and down my body.
I stop just before I reach my pussy to look at Swayze again. He’s so attuned to my movements, his eyes—almost black with passion—immediately lift from the vibrator in my hand to drill into mine, the intensity making my heart skip a beat.
Watching him, I drop the wand to slowly circle my clit. His eyes drop to my hand, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, watching me while I turn up the speed, grinding it harder, until the vibration shifts into a steady, rhythmic pulse.
At this point, I don’t know if I’m more turned on by his reactions to watching me or the toy itself. Scratch that, I’m ninety-nine percent sure this is all him because the wand’s top speed is nowhere near the strength I like.
As I click it off, Swayze shakes his head, his eyes clearing as he looks back at me.
“Four out of ten. Weak vibration and too loud. Comfortable to hold, though.”
He nods, clicks on the pen, and scrawls something on the pad before standing and walking toward me. My hands still as he bends above me on the bed, assaulting my senses with his woodsy scent as he presses the Post-it to the wand I just discarded.
He’s so close I can see the tiny beads of sweat at his temples and my palms itch with the temptation to tug him down on top of me.
“Choose the next one for me.” My voice comes out breathy and he smirks, his tongue darting out to trace his lip.
Fuck, he’s so hot.
He turns to scan the rainbow selection beside me and opts for a pink vibrator, still not cock shaped, but this one is meant for penetration, with a suction head to fit over my clit.
Our fingers spark when I take it from him and he bends, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before straddling the chair again.
Only then do I realize he stayed silent that whole time.
Excitement bubbles in my blood as I turn on the toy, watching him swallow as I bring the rounded head down to my clit.
This one pulses and instantly I know it’s stronger than the first one. Dribbling on some lube, I use my fingers to spread it, although it’s totally pointless because I’m so freakin’ wet, I could sink two fingers inside me easily. His eyes cloud over with desire as they stay focused on my fingers.
I plunge them deep a couple more times before lining up the head of the vibe with my entrance. Swayze’s eyes haven’t left the spot, the muscle in his jaw ticking in that way I love. The urge to involve him somehow takes hold and I can’t help but ask him.
“Tell me when.”
He looks up at me sharply, shocked at my request.
“Now,” he growls out, his voice husky, a satisfied sound rumbling out of him as he watches the round tip part my slit and slowly sink inside.
Fuck, this one’s really strong. The second it bottoms out and the little suction head connects with my clit, I can’t help the low moan that escapes me.
I fall back onto the bed, my hips grinding of their own accord while the toy pulses deep inside me.
My pussy tightens around it, bringing me close to climax already.
I turn its intensity up another notch, and fuck me. The vibrations hit me everywhere. My eyes roll back and my hips lift clean off the mattress, my clit and pussy pulsing while I scream out a climax so intense it takes me by surprise.
Lying boneless, I turn the toy down but leave it inside me on a slow rumble while I struggle to catch my breath, my chest violently heaving.
“Fuck, so hot,” Swayze mumbles quietly, drawing my eyes to his. I wish he wasn’t straddling the chair so I could see if his cock’s hard.
Maybe even watch him play too.
Would he be down for that?
While I weigh the pros and cons of asking, he clicks the pen, waiting for my breakdown like the good boy he is.
He’d kill me if I said that out loud.
“Ten out of ten, great suction and vibration. Pulses you into oblivion. Power Peach recommendation.”
“Power Peach?” He lifts a quizzical brow as he writes.
“Just go with it, Patrol Puppy.”
He shakes his head, chuckling to himself as he scribbles on the note while I figure out if I’m brave enough to ask him for what I really want.
This time, I catch the almost imperceptible adjustment he makes to his trunks before he stands up to repeat the Post-it note process. He does have a boner.
Fuck.
I really want to watch him watch me watch him.
“Which one next?” I ask, resting my hand on his arm.
He flexes it as he bends, this time picking the wild card of the group.
A giant tentacle dick. It’s wide at the base, tapering to a point, and I’m not gonna lie, of all the toys, this one makes me a little nervous.
I mean, the top of it looks ready to penetrate my uterus.
I’m not sure even after the epic orgasm I just had, I’ll be able to get excited for this one without a little help from my friends—see what I did there?
“Wow, you went from zero to warp speed, huh? The tentacle dick, really?” I smile at him, trying to mask the nerves.