She turns around and starts walking down the sidewalk backwards. “I figured. That’s why I brought something of my own that vibrates.”
I blink before I realize what she means. “Wait, you brought a?—”
She nods and my brain malfunctions because I need to see that toy right now. “I told you we needed a solution for when you travel. I ordered something the other day and it arrived just in time. I figured we could practice in person.”
Fuck me. My jeans tighten and I start taking long, determined strides to close the distance between us because I need her right fucking now. She must know because she flashes me a wicked grin. “Race you there.”
She turns and starts sprinting toward the suite with her roller bag bouncing behind her. I waste no time chasing after her, wanting to see the contents of that bag. My heavy footfalls thunder against the concrete as I catch up to her right when she reaches the door. I grab her and turn her to me, pressing her back up against the door. She looks up at me with a pleased grin and my eyes rake over her, dropping to her chest. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath and I can see her hard nipples show through her tank top, making the situation in my jeans that much more urgent.
“Was that fun?” I ask, propping my forearm on the door above her head.
“Maybe,” she says with a dismissive hum, rolling her eyes in that defiantly stubborn way that I’ve loved since the first time she blew me off. Ever since she called me Pretty Boy that night at Bridger’s, I’ve lived to see those eyes roll back for another reason, even when she was pissed at me. Judging by how her teeth dig into her bottom lip and the crimson flush on her neck, I know she’s enjoying this too. I also know that both of us need more.
I drop my hand to the waist of her jeans—slowly grazing my fingertip over her soft, exposed midriff—but my eyes never leave hers, even when her lips part for me. My lips linger just inches from hers and she creeps closer to me. She’s so close that I can feel her breath on my lips, when I pluck the keys from my pocket and dangle them at the corners of our vision. “I think you said something about vibrating and practice? Shall we go inside?”
She shifts on her feet, pressing her thigh into my groin and my eyes roll back because holy shit does that pressure feel good. “Fuck. I’ll take that as a yes.”
She pats me on the cheek. “That’s my good boy—prettyandsmart.”
I reach down with both hands to cup her ass and lift her up, ignoring her comment because I don’t care what she calls me as long as she keeps saying that I’m hers. Her legs wrap around me and suddenly her core is pressed against me and I wish denim never existed at this moment. I shift to hold her in one hand to grab our bags before I unlock the door and push it open, carrying her over the threshold. Kicking the door shut behind me, I drop the bags, and practically sprint to the bed. I drop her down onto the low platform bed and she giggles when she hits the bouncy king-size mattress, but I stay standing over her at the edge of the bed.
The corner of her mouth pulls into a grin and her eyes sparkle with mischief. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a little black bag. She opens it and pulls out a small, purple bullet vibrator. I instantly recognize it as the kind you can leave in and control remotely because we looked at them together online last week.
“I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted something for when you’re visiting Sterling Springs or Seattle.”
Her voice has the slightest hesitation when she says Seattle and I ignore that because right now I just need her.
I drop my hands to her waist and let my thumbs linger on her hip bones possessively. “We’re not going to get very far with these jeans on.”
“Then do something about it.”
“I was going to if you gave me a second.” I start to undo the button fly of her jeans, again cursing the inventor of denim pants for the second time in a matter of minutes. She kicks off her boots and I tug her black jeans down, revealing a purple lace thong matching her new toy. I lick my lips, seeing the damp spot in her panties—knowing that she’s already soaked for me. I inch them down and wrap them around my wrist. While my eyes take in the sight of her bare pussy, her eyes focus on my wrist and that gesture. A low laugh rumbles up my chest. “If you always look this perfect, I’m going to continue taking keepsakes.”
She shakes her head urgently. “You don’t need a memento—I’m yours. Now take your phone out and let me show you how much I mean that.”
I tilt my head and look back at her and she nods. “You should have a new app.”
I pull my phone out of my pocket and swipe the screen with my thumb. Sure enough, there’s a new app on my phone that I hadn’t noticed. I open it and there’s a control panel with options like intensity and pattern, plus a touch pad.
I look back to find her grinning, dangling her new toy in front of her glistening and slick sex while she props herself up on her elbow in front of me.
“You’ve been busy, sneaking around with my phone.”
“Are you complaining?” She holds onto the toy and rests it on her swollen clit.
I look down at my phone and click one of the buttons. Sure enough, it turns on and her hips buck when I hear it vibrate. “Oh, this should be fun.”
“Turn it down for a second?”
I nod and swipe my phone.
She notches the toy at her entrance, slowly teasing herself. “It’s your turn. Lose the jeans.” I kick my shoes off and take off my jeans. She points at my boxers. “Those too.”
I pull them down and step out of them, breathing a sigh of relief when my cock springs free. She looks at my cock for a second before I realize her hand is moving. I look up to find her easing that toy into her pussy and I’m positive I’m drooling right now because it’s beyond hot. She works it in slowly and I can’t take my eyes off how she stretches around the toy before it’s fully seated in her wet heat.
Once it’s securely in, she gets on her knees and shimmies to the edge of the platform bed. She looks up at me with raw, unrefined lust that makes every cell in my body ache for her touch. Her gray eyes bore into me and all I want to do is stare into them while she kneels in front of me. I know she didn’t say ‘I love you’ back, but I honestly don’t care. I meant it when I said she could take her time or never say it at all. I just want her looking at me, like this, as much as fate will allow.
She breaks our eye contact to stare at my throbbing cock, now eye level with her. She reaches up and grabs it, squeezing when she swipes her thumb over the head and wipes away a bead of precum.