Chapter 16
MILES
“Are you snooping?” Caroline stands in the doorway of her ensuite bathroom, arms loosely crossed.
“Damn right I’m snooping!” I lean in to inspect a framed photo of her and Adrian on the wall next to her bed; they’re pulling faces outside what looks like one of the monorail stations in Seattle.
I scan around her room, my gaze landing on the huge picture window above her bed. “You’ve got a nice place, fancy girl.”
The nickname is particularly apt now that I’m seeing where she lives. Her grandpa’s house is spacious and clean, decorated like something out of one of those magazines at the dentist’s office. All luxurious and shit—well, compared to my crappy apartment, anyway.
“Thanks,” she says, sheepishly shifting on her feet. She’s beautiful; she’s almost glowing in the orangey-yellow light of her bedside lamp. Reminding myself not to stare, I keep poking around.
It hadn’t been hard to ditch Jude and Olena at the arcade; they’d been weirdly fine with cutting our double date short.
I try not to think about why—not that it’s been difficult, what with Caroline dropping flirty innuendos and smuggling me into her bedroom like contraband.
She said it was to avoid waking her grandpa, but I’m pretty sure she just wants to jump my bones. I’m not complaining.
“Well?” Caroline asks. “Have you uncovered all my secrets?”
“I dunno.” Skirting the foot of the bed, I meander over to her dresser and peer into a few little trinket boxes arranged in a neat row. “Nothing too juicy just yet. I mean, a girl like you having fancy lotions and 300-billion-thread-count sheets isn’t exactly a surpri—”
I stop short when a box tucked into a corner catches my eye, the partially obscured writing on the side revealing only the words “an ocean of pleasure”. I walk over and pull it out, my jaw dropping when I see what’s inside.
“Oh my God!” Caroline’s voice has a shrill edge as she rushes toward me. “No, that’s—”
“Whoa-ho-ho!” I laugh, spinning the box to face her. “What’s this now?”
She drops her face into her hands a moment before risking another look at me, her cheeks a deeper red than I’ve seen them yet. “It was an impulse buy. How did you even—?” She stares at me in wonder, probably trying to work out how I could’ve zeroed in on this, of all things.
I spin the package back around for a closer inspection.
It’s like a gift set but, instead of hot chocolate or bath bombs, it’s silicone sex toys, all ocean themed: a seahorse vibrator, a tentacle-shaped dildo, a vibrating seashell butt plug, and a pair of little starfish things that might be nipple suckers.
This is an interesting development.
“These are…” I blow out an exhale.
“I had just broken up with Fletcher,” she scrambles to explain. “Maybe I was on the single-girl side of the internet or something?”
I lift my gaze, unable to hide my amusement. “It’s fine. You don’t have to—”
“This woman was raving about this set, and I guess I got, I dunno, influenced?” She does air quotes around the last word, rolling her eyes. “It’s ridiculous, I know. But I haven’t used them.”
“It’s not ridiculous,” I say, the corner of my mouth twitching despite myself. “It’s cute.”
With a scoff, she snatches it out of my grasp and moves to tuck the box back in the corner.
“Don’t put them away,” I say, catching her arm. “Toys were on your list, right?”
“Yeah, but these toys? They look like they belong in one of those Japanese vending machines.”
“Well,” I say slowly as I take the box back to toss it on the bed, then slip my hands to her waist, thumbing the silky material of her shirt. “I’ve always wanted to go to Japan.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm.” I lean close, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. “And I mean, who am I to judge if you wanna get fucked by a glittery tentacle dildo?”
She gives me a playful shove.
“Wha—? Hey!” I feign innocence, clutching my chest. “I’m just trying to give the people what they want here!”
“Oh, yeah?” She steps toward me and drags her palms over my T-shirt, a challenge gleaming in her eye. “Well, this people wants something else, actually.”
“Tell me.” A smirk plays at my lips.
She shoves me harder this time, and my ass hits the bed.
“Shit, or… show me, I guess.” I like her like this—bold and a little sassy. Taking what she wants. When she kneels at my feet, I let out a low hum.
“I’ve been thinking about this”—she slides her hands up my thighs, then flicks open my belt buckle—“all night.”
My brows twitch together as my dick swells behind my fly. I cut a glance toward her bedroom door. “What about your grandpa?”
She shakes her head quickly. “He takes out his hearing aids overnight.”
“Okay.” I lean back to let her pop the button on my jeans, then sit back up, cupping her cheeks. “Then fuck… take it out.” I’ve been half-hard since the damn arcade; by the time she tugs my belt, jeans, and underwear out of the way, I’m all the way there.
My eyes close at the first stroke of her hand, and I stutter out a shaky exhale.
Shit, that feels good.
She smiles up at me. “I like making you do that.”
“Do what?” I ask.
“Breathe like that.” Pumping my cock slowly, she drinks in my reaction. “I like making you… malfunction, I guess?”
“Like you even have to try.” I let out a low moan at the pleasure already coursing through me. Her hand feels too good. Hands. Plural. Because she’s working my balls now, too, and… fuuuuuck.
“I have a confession,” she says.
“Yeah?”
“What I really wanted to do was this.”
She dips down and engulfs me with those perfect lips. The slip of her tongue sends a bolt of electricity up my spine that tingles the base of my skull, and I groan at the luscious heat wrapped around me.
“Jesus, fuck, baby,” I say, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.
She squeezes on the upstroke and takes me deeper each time she sinks down.
Shit. It’s building too fast.
“Stop, stop, stop.”
Those beautiful eyes snap up to mine, and she pops off. “You don’t want me to?” Her uncertainty is almost innocent. “Or… was I doing it wrong?”
“No,” I say, then swallow as I snag her wrists, pulling her hands away from my aching dick before I lose it. “God, no. It was so right. Too right. Do you understand?”
She nods, biting that fucking lip.
“I wanna make you feel good first,” I say, my voice rough. “Before you make me, uh, malfunction.”
Tilting her head as she considers this, she slides her palms over my thighs. “Okay…”
“I have an idea. Can we try something new?”
“From my list? What happened to Splash Mountain?” She brushes my shaft with her fingertips.
“Oh, we’re still going on that ride.” I twist around, snagging the box of toys. Ripping it open with all the care of a raccoon in the garbage, I feel wild. Feral. I pull the small, bright blue butt plug from the package and a tiny bottle of lube rolls out with it.
Well, that’s convenient.
Caroline tenses up. “Miles, I’m not sure. I—”
“Okay, hear me out. I know I made, like, a thousand jokes about butt stuff, and I know it wasn’t on your list, but have you ever tried it?” I experiment with its little remote, and the plug starts to hum against my fingertips.
“No,” she says. “I mean, I guess it always felt sort of wrong? Or bad, maybe? Is that silly? It sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud.”
“There’s nothing wrong with making yourself feel good.”
She softens at that, her hands drifting back to my hard cock, stroking gently.
“And, fuck…” I’m already struggling to concentrate. “I seem to remember you enjoying being a little bad.”
A delicate pink flush creeps up her cheeks. “Okay, yes, but that’s not why I bought those toys.”
“I know, I know,” I say. “It was the huge tentacle dick.”
She freezes again and rolls her eyes, though she can’t fight the grin working its way across her face.
“Do you trust me?”
She hesitates. “Yes, but—”
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” When her gaze dips to the plug, I sense her curiosity and hold out my other pinkie. “Promise.”
With resigned amusement, she hooks her pinkie to mine.
“Here. I’ll go wash it,” I say, moving to stand.
She grabs my thigh. “You don’t need to. I… washed everything recently.”
“Recently?” I raise a brow, a heated kind of suspicion thrumming through me when she won’t meet my eyes. “Why recently?”
Her shoulders drop. “I thought I might… The night of the fundraiser?” She looks up, wide-eyed, like she’s pleading for me to fill in the blanks.
Understanding sends heat straight to my dick and it pulses in her hands. Guess I wasn’t the only one desperate for relief after that fucking kiss.
“But I chickened out, then put them all away.”
“But did you get what you needed?”
“I told you, I didn’t use—”
“Not what I asked. That night… did you get what you needed?”
“Mm-hmm.” She bites her lip and nods, squeezing harder on the next stroke.
“Fuck,” I whisper, images of Caroline touching herself flooding my brain. I curl down to kiss her, unable to help myself. “So did I.”
A small whimper squeaks out of her at my admission.
Oh my God, this girl needs to get naked, stat.
“Take off your shirt.”
“My shirt?” She eyes the plug still humming in my hand. “But that’s for…”
“Yeah, I know what it’s for,” I laugh. “But we’re starting slow.”
Slowly, Caroline unbuttons her loose top and lets it drop to the floor, revealing her lacy, pale pink bra. I wanna take it off with my teeth.
“Bra too. I need to see those perfect little tits.”
When she reaches back to unclasp it and it finally slips off, I have to keep from lunging forward to suck on those hard, pink nipples until she can’t take it anymore.
I run my thumb over her lower lip, willing myself to focus on one thing at a time. “So, the trick is to relax. And to do that, you need to know what to expect.” I lift the toy in silent question.
Can I?
She looks skeptical but nods.
“Here, touch it. It’s on the lowest setting. Nice and gentle.”
She brushes it with tentative fingers. “Okay.”