CHAPTER 25 


“More what?” he sighed into her mouth, licking her lips. 

“What do you think?” she asked between kisses. 

“What am I, Superman?”  


She moaned deep in her throat, a frustrated sound that he didn’t recognize at first. 


Then he realized. When she said more, she didn’t necessarily mean sex for him. 


“Oh, all right…” he said, swung up from the couch, carrying her with him. His knees gave out when he stood, making them both laugh, and he carried her to the staircase. He set her down and slapped her behind. 

“Go upstairs.” 


“Aren’t you—” 


“Go.” 


He watched her run up the steps, her backside jiggling, the muscles in her legs shifting, her hair brushing her back, and swallowed. 

He liked her. He really, really, liked her. Maybe even… 

JC shook his head and walked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and splash cold water on his face. God, he wanted her. He was crazy about her. And that… what he’d just experienced on the couch… never felt anything like that before in his life. 

He grinned at his reflection. His cheeks were high with color, his curls damp with sweat, and it looked like he had a hickey on his neck. And damn, he looked happy. 


Something in the mirror caught his eye. 

Behind him was… some kind of display case.  

“Jesus, Justin,” he mumbled, and turned to investigate it. Not a display case. Sort of like a closet. With a glass door. He opened the door and examined the contents. 


“Pocket Rocket… iRabbit… what the hell?” He knew about vibrators, of course, but he’d never actually SEEN one. He examined the plastic packaging. Looked like Justin never had a chance to use it, either. 

He wondered if… 


“Josh! Are you coming up here or what?” 

“Just a sec!” he shouted, and tore open the first two he grabbed. His eye caught a bottle of K-Y, and he grabbed that, as well, and wrapped them all in a towel. 


This would be fun. 
 
 

Sadie lay back on the bed, legs jumping. God, that was an amazing orgasm. Amazing orgasm, amazing sex, amazing GUY. But she wanted another one. Now. Sometimes one was enough; other times, it just opened the floodgates and she wanted more, more, more. She could never go for multiple with Craig; the sex was good, but he always made her feel a little greedy if she wanted more than two, tops.  

She was feeling very, very greedy today. 

As she listened to JC’s movements downstairs, she imagined what he’d look like walking around naked—his lithe body, muscles rippling in his shoulders, his thighs, and saw his face at the moment he came, how the veins stood out on his neck, the straining, pained gasp, the shudder. She shuddered, and a bolt of pleasure shot through her again. 

Her hand snaked down her abdomen. She didn’t want to wait for him. She slipped her finger between her legs and gasped; the area was still so sensitive, so wet, so craving more touch, and her clitoris throbbed. She circled the area with her finger, her thighs and buttocks twitching, and immediately felt the build begin, gathering like a thundercloud, focus into that tiny organ beneath her finger, and she slowed down a bit, torturing herself, making it last, then quickened again, and then the undeniable approach began, and she breathed in, out, in, out, and her body tensed as lightning shot through her, and she shouted out, and lay limply against the pillows. 


“Jesus,” she heard him say, and opened her eyes. He was standing at the foot of the bed, eyebrows raised, hands full. “That looked like it felt good.” 


“Mmm-hmmmm….” Sadie said, grinning. She closed her eyes and sighed. 

“Still want more?” 


“I wouldn’t argue with that,” she said, and he giggled. 

“OK, cause… um…” 


“What?” God, she felt good. Always felt so nice and Zen after a really good orgasm. Lights floated mellowly across her eyelids, and her body sunk into the bed, utterly relaxed. 

Then her vision went dark. 


“What are you doing?” she asked, although she knew. 

He was tying a blindfold around her eyes. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked, hands paused. 

“I don’t know… I mean, I guess, but…” 

He lifted the blindfold away and faced her. “We don’t have to use this. I just thought it might go along with the other stuff.” 

Sadie narrowed her eyes. “What other stuff?” 

Blushing, JC gestured to the towel, lying open on the bed now. Sadie gasped. 


“Is that a VIBRATOR?” 


“I found it downstairs, it was still in its packaging, but if you don’t want to—” 


“Oh my god, that’s a Pocket Rocket! And an iRabbit, isn’t it?” Sadie reached for the blue toy. 


“Yeah—wait… how did you know that?” 

She shot him a look. “I’m a woman, JC. And if you didn’t already notice, I like sex.” 


“Oh,” he said, and crawled up to the foot of the bed, where she kneeled in front of the towel, examining the toy. “Have you ever… used one?” 

Sadie laughed and turned on the iRabbit. He jumped visibly, and his eyes widened as he watched the toy hum. “These are the three speeds. This is for the rabbit part—the clit stimulator, see? This moves the shaft.” 

JC took the rotating toy in his hand, agog. “This is incredible.” 

“You don’t even know,” she said, laughing, and pushing other buttons. “See? Short pulse, long pulse, steady. You can turn the rabbit on or off or whatever. And the pearls rotate.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Do you own one of these?” 

“Best investment I ever made.” She laughed again. He looked adorable, suddenly shy and sheepish, like he’d asked an Olympic marathoner if she’d ever been jogging. “But trust me,” she said, kneeling forward and kissing his lips. “Ain’t nothing like the real thing.” 

He returned her kiss, and Sadie’s breathing quickened; was this all it took? A little kiss and she needed him again? She growled into his mouth, and he laughed into hers, exchanging breath and licking each other’s tongues. She pulled away, let her tongue dance along his lip, darted away when he tried to kiss her deeper, biting on his lower lip when he tried too hard and pinning moving her head when he tried to kiss her. He laughed. She knew he felt the same way she did: now that they’d both slaked their initial thirst for each other, it was time to play. 

“Since you didn’t want the blindfold, you have to watch everything,” he said, a note of warning in his voice. She smiled. 

“I want to see everything,” she said. 

He placed a hand on her chest and pushed her back until she lay on the bed, knees up and apart. He sat up, between her legs, and licked along one knee; she shivered at the double sensation, of feeling his tongue against her leg and seeing it snake out of those beautiful, full lips, moving along her smooth knee and up her thigh. 

A moment later, he sat back on his heels and turned on the iRabbit. They giggled together at the ridiculous sight of it, vibrating and rotating in his hand, like some kind of phallic-shaped child’s toy gone wrong. A moment later, though, he bent his head between her legs as she watched, and she gasped as his tongue—HIS TONGUE—licked gently at her, bringing more moisture from inside. 

“Oh, god, Josh,” she hissed, and strained her head back. She would come again, right now, if he kept doing this— 

But he stopped. She wailed, and looked up to see him slide a condom along the shaft of the vibrator, slide lubricant over that—jesus, it looked like he was touching himself—and then he turned to look at her. 

“Tell me how to do it.” 


She hissed through her teeth; he looked so perfect, so hot, and her body needed him so much that she wanted to scream “Just stick it in me!” But she didn’t. She knew how to use the toy. 

And he wanted to use it ON her. She’d only ever used it alone. The thought made her shudder and she took in a great gulp of air to clear her head, bring her verbal faculties back. 

“Just… um…. Slow pulse…. Just slide it in… sssss….” She shuddered as he leaned atop her, hand on the iRabbit, and did just that. The lubricant slid easily into her, and she gasped as the shaft rotated inside her, caressing her walls, the pearl band brushing her opening. Yes, he felt better. But damn, this felt good. 

“Like this?” he asked, and moved his hand out, and back in again, and she gasped. “Open your eyes and tell me if I’m doing it right, Sadie,” he said, and when she opened her eyes, all she could see was his face, his eyes, that intense concentration, his parted lips as he fought to keep control. 

“Should I do this?” he asked, and pressed another button, and Sadie’s hips leaped off the bed as the clitoral stimulator came to life. 

“Oh, god, yes,” she whimpered, and moved her hips with the pulsing motion. The constant stimulation, the relentless vibration drew energy from her like a tornado; every feeling in her body was rushing, plummeting to her core, the entire lower half of her body vibrating with electricity, humming with tension. 


And without warning, she heard another humming noise. 

A moment later, she shouted in surprise as something touched her… further below. The Pocket Rocket she’d seen, well-lubricated and humming, pressed against her anus. Her eyes flew open and she searched his face. 

“Is this OK?” he murmured, and slipped it a bit deeper inside her. Her hips bucked and she dug her fingernails into his triceps.  

“Oh, fuck, Josh, oh my god, I’ve never—” 

Words failed her as she grasped blindly at him, at the sheets, at the pillow above her head; she’d never felt so full, so electric, in her life. The feeling was different, unfamiliar, but not unpleasant, and she tightened around it, gasping when the sensation intensified. 

The combined thrills of him, the vibrations, the toys, the FULLNESS of it, coursed through her like a hurricane, a tornado, lightning and wind and thunder, and her body lurched, tightened around the toys, and she opened her eyes to see the muscles in his arms flex as he fought to keep them in place against her wild thrashing, pushed them in deeper, filling her, sending bolts through her abdomen. 

“Oh, god, Josh, I’m going to--” 


“Please, Sadie, do it, please--” 


And then the build came, and she screamed out his name, and her body shuddered, pulled taut by tension and pleasure and the vibrations, and her back arched high off the bed, and she collapsed, but still he didn’t remove the toys, he pushed on, pushed further, her clitoris thrumming with pleasure, and she came again, riding the wave like driftwood, crashing down, swept out to sea again, cresting again, crashing down, until she cried out his name, sobbing, “stop, stop, please stop…” and then he slipped them out of her, and the room became silent, and she lay on the sweat-soaked sheets, floating, shuddering with aftershocks, unable to breathe. 
 
 

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