vibrator until I come. But you're not.'
'Wel…fuck,' he said miserably.
'No.' I laughed.
'What the hel am I supposed to do?'
I let the vibe tickle-tickle between my legs, then puled it
away to stroke with a finger, which I preferred over the
mechanical. 'You're going to take a cold shower and go to
bed.'
'What if I don't? What if just finish myself off right now?'
A low, slow groan seeped from my lips. 'You'l do what I
just told you to do, and maybe, just maybe, the next time
you cal me I'l let you come over and eat my pussy until I
scream.'
Dead silence greeted this. My eyes, which had been
languorously closed, flew open. Too far?
'Uh…' Austin coughed. 'Fucking hel, Paige!'
Apparently not.
Apparently not.
'Good night, Austin,' I said sweetly. 'I'm going to get back to getting myself off now. Have a nice shower.'
'Paige, don't hang up!'
But I did, because I could. Because there was power in
that, too. And then I lay back and looked at the ceiling, my
vibe stil abuzz in my fingers, and thought of Austin. And
Eric. And then some nameless, faceless stranger who
would do everything I wanted him to do without talking it
to death first or ruining it after with words.
My hands became his hands, running over my shirt and
under to cup my breasts through the bra. Then under that
to stroke and tweak my nipples. The vibe buzzed lower as
I adjusted the setting and slid it between my legs, where I
kept it clamped close to me by closing my thighs. I only
wanted a tickle there, not a ful-on buzz.
I'd used this vibe at the command of a note. I'd set it at the
low speed and rubbed it on my clit and down over my lips.
I'd rubbed it on my nipples, too. I'd brought myself close
and eased off, then close again, but obeying the note, I
hadn't made myself come.
hadn't made myself come.
What had Eric done?
Had he spread his legs in the shower, leaning forward with
a hand against the wal while the other pumped his prick
slowly? Did he bend his head beneath the spray, eyes
closed, picturing some nameless, faceless woman on her
knees sucking his cock? Or maybe she had a name. Had a
face. Maybe he had someone who made him crazy the
way Austin made me.
Or maybe he'd lain back on his bed the way I was, his
hips thrusting upward into the cunt made of his curled fist.
Maybe he'd spit into his palm to ease the way, or squirted
a handful of lube. Maybe he stroked his bals at the same
