“Do you really think I was masturbating to you and said your name when I came?”
“Absolutely.”
He says it so confidently. He’s so damn sure.
It’s annoying how cocky he is.
And so fucking hot.
Ugh!
“You are absolutely delusional, you know that?”
“Tell me the flaw in my logic.”
“I did not say your name at completion!”
“But you were masturbating?” He smirks like he just won a fucking prize.
I groan, tossing my head back.
The movement has my hips shifting and Dean grunting at the contact with his dick.
I do it again. Another grunt.
And again.
He jerks me to him, crashing his hands into my hair and pulling my lips back to his in a rough kiss. I don’t stop moving my hips, and he doesn’t stop kissing me until we’re panting and needing more.
He wrenches his mouth away. “Do you still have it?”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, and honestly, I don’t even want to hear him talk right now. I just want to keep kissing him. I try to pull him back to me, but he resists.
I growl, frustrated. “Do I still have what?”
“Whatever you threw at the wall—your vibrator or dildo or whatever it was.”
This time it’s me who pulls back.
He’s staring up at me, his eyes dark with need. “Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Go get it.”
His face is hard. Serious.
Holy crap. He means that.
I lean to the side, and he holds on to me as I reach into the bottom drawer of my bedside table and pull my toy free.
“That…does not look like I thought it would.”
“What? You thought I was just in here riding on a big dong, pretending it was yours?”
“If that were the case, you would have been sorely disappointed when you saw the real thing and realized what you’d been missing out on this whole time.”
I shake my head. “So sure of yourself.”
Though he’s not wrong…
He looks down at the toy, a bit of a mystified look on his face. “How do you use it?”
“It’s a clit vibrator. You just…well, you put it on your clit and let it do its thing.”
“Do it.”
I pinch my brows together. “Huh?”
“Do it. Use it. I want to watch.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. I told you I want to learn you. Should I not be serious?”
“I mean…” I chew on my lip, then shrug. “It’s just that in my experience, guys aren’t very receptive to toys in the bedroom. Makes them feel inadequate.”
“Morons,” Dean says. “That’s such a bullshit way of saying it makes them jealous or that they don’t want to learn. They should want their partner happy, and if it takes a toy, it takes a toy. Not saying they shouldn’t also work at it but, I mean, fuck. It’s sex, not rocket science.”
I laugh.
I love how adamant he is about this, how he’s not intimidated and just wants to make me happy.
Love it so much I can’t help but press my lips to his.
He kisses me back hungrily, devouring my mouth like it’s the last time we’ll ever kiss.
His grip tightens, hands trailing over my hips and to my ass. His palms squeeze me hard enough that it teeters along that painful-pleasure line.
My clit brushes over his hard dick, and if we do this much longer, I’ll be coming from dry-humping alone.
Like he can read my mind, he pulls back, dropping his forehead to mine.
“I’ve been imagining you in here with this thing almost nightly…and oftentimes in the shower. Hell, I can’t even tell you the number of times the images have popped up when I’m doing something ridiculous like the dishes or something. I’d love to see if my fantasy matches the reality.” Another squeeze. “If you’re game, of course.”
I don’t know if I’m just that horny or if the thought of masturbating in front of him turns me on, but…
I roll off him, vibrator still in hand, and lie next to him.
I feel his eyes on me as I get comfortable, into the same position I would assume if I were doing this without an audience.
An audience… The thought of Dean watching me masturbate should probably scare me, make me nervous. But it doesn’t.
I know how it feels to have his eyes on me when I do my yoga.
Him watching me masturbate? I’m getting wet just thinking about it.
I spread my legs and pull my panties to the side.
“You do it with your panties on?” I nod, and he gulps. “Holy fuck that’s hot.”
I chuckle. “It’s lazy.”
“No, River,” he says, tossing the blanket completely off the bed and grabbing his cock. “It means you were so damn worked up you couldn’t even bother taking your panties off. I promise you, that’s hot as fuck.”
When he says it like that…
I turn the toy on, and he chuckles.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “Just now I know what the buzzing I heard was.”
My cheeks redden and I switch it back off, covering my face with my hands.
He pulls them back down. “No, no. Don’t be embarrassed.”
“How can I not be? You heard me masturbating!”
“Have you heard me take a shower before?”
“Yes?”
“Then you’ve heard me doing it too.” He leans down and kisses me softly. “Now,” he says, lips still resting on mine, “teach me what your body likes, River.”
He takes my hands and guides them back between my legs. Except this time, it’s him who pulls my panties to the side.
His throat bobs up and down when he looks at my pussy, and I’ve never felt so exposed and so fucking enthralled at the same time before.
The way he’s looking at me like I’m some sort of gift…it’s exhilarating.
He brushes his thumb over my clit and grins at me when I sigh.
“Touch yourself. Show me.”
I turn the toy back on and guide it into place.
He doesn’t move his hand, keeping my panties pushed to the side. Right away, all my senses light up and I gasp, loving the feel of his hands on me in combination with the toy.
Dean’s lips part, watching the vibrator work its magic on my nerve endings. Slowly, he begins to stroke his cock, and I realize I could watch him do it every day for the rest of my life and never grow bored.
His eyes never leave me as I work the toy over my most sensitive area, my hips moving in time with the undulations. His tongue darts out to wet his drying lips, but his strokes never grow more hurried. He’s genuinely enjoying watching me, and this moment is all about me.
On any given day, this toy can get me where I need to be in under five minutes.
Right now, it takes less than three.
I slam my eyes closed as my orgasm races through me, and I push my hips off the bed, chasing the high for as long as possible.
When all the aftershocks are gone, I switch the toy off and peel my eyes back open.
He’s still holding my panties to the side. Still looking at my pussy. Still unwilling to take his eyes off me.
He’s sweating, panting like he’s the one who just came.
I lick my lips and swallow, trying to catch my breath.
“You good?”
He finally looks at me.
Hunger.
It’s all I see in Dean’s eyes.
“There’s a very, very tiny part of me that wants to be offended you came so fast and so hard, but holy fucking shit.” He fits himself between my legs, caging my head in with his arms, dropping his mouth to mine. “That was the hottest thing I have ever witnessed, and I want to do it again.”
“Now?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
He slides down my body, shouldering his way between my legs. He pulls my underwear to the side, then gives me that devilish smirk I’m starting to love.
“I want a turn.”
He disappears between my legs, and I fall into paradise.
