Chapter 15 #2
“It’ll be easier this way,” he said, and tipped the bottle of lube onto the plug.
She couldn’t help but stare as the thick fluid drizzled down the tiered silicone, coating it unevenly.
He re-capped the bottle, then used a finger to spread the lube around the toy more thoroughly.
Then he laid the toy between her legs, using the tip to spread the lube around her hole. “I’ll go slow.”
He wouldn’t hurt her. She could stop this at any time. She just needed to relax.
She swallowed dryly and nodded. He pushed.
He was gentle, and while the sensation wasn’t a familiar one, it wasn’t unpleasant as the first nodule of the toy pressed into her.
It wasn’t big, maybe the circumference of his pinky finger.
It slid in easily, then out with an intriguing tug, and back in.
Her brain was so wracked with the sensations of it, it took her several moments to realize he was fucking her with it. And more than that, she liked it.
“Good?” he asked.
She nodded, her mouth open instead for a noiseless gasp.
Taking that for encouragement, he pressed forward a little more, and the pressure inside her increased.
As the next nodule, the second tier of the toy, slipped into her, another low buzz filled the room, then the bulb end of the Hitachi they’d used last time pressed against her clit.
The oversensitivity from her last orgasm had died away, and the vibrations now, so different from the Lulu’s lapping beads, turned all her muscles to liquid.
She was flooded with pleasure and relaxation, and the ridges of the plug fucking her ass was a new intensity that pulled her down until she was a puddle on the mattress, seeping into it like spilled milk.
“Fuck, Cami.” She barely heard his curse, too wrapped up in the sensations rolling through her body, and when she processed it, she didn’t understand what she’d done to provoke it. Then he elaborated: “Do you want to take off your bra, or just…keep doing that?”
She was playing with her nipples through the cups of her bra, fingertips tweaking and pulling and pinching, and she hadn’t even noticed. How long had he been watching her do it? But she couldn’t bring herself to care, not when he was trying to work the third tier of the plug into her.
She felt so full, but not in the way she’d come to find familiar. Still, she wanted more than that. Her pussy ached for penetration, some primal instinct knowing it would complement the sensations she was riding right now.
“Please, Des,” she moaned.
His thigh tensed against the inside of her knee.
“What?” he asked thickly. “What do you need?”
“I need something—anything—in my pussy, please. Use your fingers, I don’t care, I need it, please.” She squeezed her nipples hard, hoping it would pull the focus from her throbbing, unfulfilled need. It did not.
He lost his grip on the Hitachi, and it slid down from her clit toward her opening before he caught it again. The vibration against her entrance made her hips jerk.
“Cami, I can’t. God help me, I would, but that’s not what we agreed on.”
It wasn’t what she wanted to hear, and she whined, grabbing a fistful of the pillow under her to contain her frustration.
She blinked at him, trying to get a handle on his expression, and he looked wrecked.
He met her eyes for a second, but then glanced to where he was working, repositioning the Hitachi against her clit and carefully pulling the plug out of her.
“Des—”
“We can’t change the agreement when you’re naked, Cami.
It wouldn’t be right.” He dragged the Hitachi down, this time on purpose, pressing the thick bulb of it against her opening as he slid the plug home again.
The swell of the fourth and final tier of it nudged at the tight ring of muscle there.
“But I can get the dildo out. Is that what you want? You want to get as filled as you can?”
“Please.”
The Hitachi was gone, much to her clit’s disappointment, but he returned with something else.
At first she thought it was the dildo they’d used last time, but then it set abuzz, like the Hitachi before it.
She couldn’t force herself to lift her head and look at it, too focused on the sensations assaulting her.
He wasted no time positioning it and sliding it home.
Unlike with the plug, there was no hesitation in his movement.
Just one slick thrust, then vibration against her clit.
“Fuuuck,” she groaned. “Is that a—?”
“Rabbit vibe.” She could hear the smile in his voice, feel the satisfaction in the way he tilted the vibe to increase pressure on her clit, then withdrew it. “It seemed appropriate. This what you wanted?”
“Yes.”
With the rabbit vibe fucking her opposite the plug, the sensation was almost overwhelming.
She grabbed handfuls of whatever she could find, twisting her fingers in the fabric.
She thought he had graduated to the last nodule on the plug, but couldn’t swear to it.
It was so much all at once, and he was working double time.
Beads of sweat dotted his hairline, and the neckline of his shirt was sticking to his collarbone.
Why had he kept that on this time? It seemed like a poor choice, considering what he’d been planning.
All thoughts fell away as another orgasm slammed into her like a battering ram.
It was relentless and unforgiving, and when it was over and he had pulled the toys away, she felt hollowed out, empty in a way she never had before.
It was exhausting, but calming at the same time.
If she thought the first orgasm had ended her life, she had been silly and naive.
He climbed off the bed, but she had little concept of where he went or how long he was gone. There was nothing, until a cool, damp cloth stroked between her legs, where her skin was still hot. She gasped.
“It’s okay. Just getting you cleaned up. Lube is sticky business.” It occurred to her to be embarrassed, but she was too boneless to manage it.
“I’ll never walk again, doc,” she murmured, flinging one arm over her eyes.
He laughed. “You’ll be fine soon enough. There’s some water on the nightstand next to you. I’ll give you a few minutes to come down.”
He lowered onto the other side of the bed, and she, mostly naked and covered in drying sweat, rolled over onto her side and fell asleep.
When Cami’s eyes blinked open, it was light out. On the nightstand was a glass of water and her phone, which was buzzing relentlessly. On the screen flashed a notification: SOCIAL MEDIA APPLICATIONS @ 9:30 STARTS IN 15 MINUTES.
“Shit!”
She bolted out of his bed, out from under covers she had no memory of climbing into.
How long had she been asleep? Why hadn’t he woken her?
There was no way she’d be able to make it to campus in time for class, let alone get back to her place to get her laptop.
Could she get away with just using a notepad this time?
She found her clothes folded on his dresser, and scrambled into them. Next to the pile was a note, written in a barely legible scribble:
Cami,
Sorry to bail—had to work. Help yourself to breakfast if you’re hungry. Don’t worry about the door, it’ll lock itself behind you. Have fun at class.
Des
She almost tripped out of her jeans trying to get her foot into them while she read the note.
He hadn’t said anything about her impromptu sleepover.
Judging from her position starfished in the middle of the bed, he hadn’t slept next to her.
Was he mortified by her behavior? He’d gotten her off, and she’d passed out drooling on his pillow. She was a human catastrophe.
At least she hadn’t been on campus yesterday, so no one there would notice her wearing the same clothes today.
She snatched her phone and ordered herself an Uber.
Not an expense she’d usually allow herself, but she was going to be late for class as it was.
She couldn’t afford to miss too much of the lesson.
She might be able to get away with missing the first fifteen minutes, but so much of her program was practical application that one class could easily introduce and have the students master some vitally important technique that they’d utilize every day once they graduated.
The map on her phone showed the Uber driver rounding the corner just down the road from Des’s. She ran to the front door and crammed her feet into her shoes. No matter which way she spun it, this was going to be a disaster of a day.