Brandon got a hold of himself. “You should wash them before you do that.”
She grabbed a handful of things out of the suitcase, disappeared into the bathroom, and returned a few minutes later.
Brandon settled in, ready for a show.
She picked the pink one first—a run-of-the-mill cylindrical vibe—and turned it on, the buzzing sound proof that it worked. Then she reached over, those beautiful breasts swaying, and rubbed the damned thing over the bulge in his shorts.
Sure, it was arousing, but it wasn’t going to get him off.
“Libby, I’m all doped up. I doubt—”
She jerked his shorts down far enough to free his half-hard cock and gave him a lick, teasing the head with her tongue.
And just like that, he was hard as a rock.
She looked at him from beneath her lashes. “You were saying?”
“Huh?” He couldn’t remember saying anything.
She drew him into her mouth, worked the head of his cock with her tongue, teased the shaft with the vibrator.
Okay, it felt good—and strange.
He reached out to fondle her breasts, but she turned away, set that vibrator aside, and picked up the vibrating cock ring.
“Let’s see if this one still works.” She turned it on, touched the vibrating part to the underside of his cock where he was most sensitive, her tongue flicking the tip.
He jerked, gasped. “Shit.”
He liked her mouth more than the vibrators and her vagina more than her mouth, but there was something about this, something irritatingly arousing.
“How does that feel?”
“Libby!”
She stopped, smiled at him, stroking his length.
“No more vibrators. I just want you.”
She straddled him backward. “I don’t want to bump your legs.”
“Okay.” Brandon didn’t give a shit at this moment.
She moved the crotch of her panties aside and guided him inside her.
Brandon groaned, grasped her hips, guiding her as she rode him, her ass cheeks bouncing in a way that drove him crazy. He could tell from the motion of her right arm that she was stroking her clit, and that drove him crazy, too.
He took hold of one of her braids, gave a tug, pulled her head back, his hips driving into her from below. “God,yes.”
She came with a cry, the sound of her pleasure driving him over the edge, orgasm drenching him with bliss.
She snuggled against his chest afterward, careful of his burns. “I love you, Brandon. It scares the hell out of me, but I love you.”
“We’ll take it one day at a time.” He tried to stay awake, to stay with her.
She got up, bent down, kissed him. “Sleep.”
An orgasm and Percocet.