He chuckled darkly. “And?”
She glanced around the room, still unable to locate him. “Make me come, dammit.”
He tsked. “Now is that any way to ask for what you want?”
“Please make me come,” she ground out between gritted teeth.
The toy roared to life, and she pressed a hand between her legs, driving it harder into her clit. “Oh God,” she moaned, her words fading into a broken whimper as the toy turned off again.
Derek stepped out of the shadows at the edge of the room. Even in the dim light, she could see the thick outline of his erection behind the placket of his dress pants. In one hand, he held his phone, thumb poised over the screen, the app that controlled the toy she wore no doubt waiting for his next command. Keeping his eyes on her, he took a seat in the oversized leather chair in the corner, legs sprawling like some kind of bored king. With his free hand, he palmed his erection, and Jo’s mouth watered.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded.
She loved this part. The games they played together. And now it was her turn to play.
She took her time stepping out of her heels and setting them aside, lining them up perfectly straight beneath the craftservices table. Holding his gaze, she slowly slid the straps of her sundress down over her shoulders, revealing the sheer lace of her bra that did nothing to conceal her nipples, hard points pressed against the lace. She peeled the dress down, shimmying it over her hips and letting it pool at her feet. He hummed, a low sound of approval, his eyes moving over her bra and panty set like a caress from across the room.
He crooked a finger, beckoning her closer, and she obliged, swinging her hips as she approached until she stood between his thighs. With his free hand, he stroked her hip, twisting the lace band of her panties around his index finger so that the fabric shifted, pressing the toy more firmly against her.
“Do you like your new toy?” he asked.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.” He rocketed forward, affixing his mouth to her nipple through the lace of her bra, teasing her with his tongue and teeth. The scratch of the lace against her sensitive flesh heightened every sensation.
“Please make me come,” she begged, clutching his head to her breast.
“Is my little menace frustrated?” He trailed his lips to her other breast as he flicked his thumb over his phone screen, the toy purring to life, but barely. Delicious and not nearly enough. “Does this help?” The bulbous end of the toy curled inside her also began vibrating. She shivered at the new sensation, but it still wasn’t enough. “Do you think you’ve earned your orgasm yet?”
“Please,” shewhispered.
“I love when you ask nicely.” He nipped at the underside of her breast, then sat back in the chair. “Take me out, baby.”
Her fingers shook as she undid his belt, need making her clumsy. Through the open fly of his pants, she wrapped her hand around his cock, working him in the slow, tight strokes he liked. But she only got a few strokes in before he knocked her hand away, tugging her down so she straddled his lap, her throbbing core pressed to the hard length of him trapped between their bodies.
“How long do you think you can ride your toy before you come?” He flicked the phone screen again and both ends of the toy rumbled against her oversensitive parts with a low steady hum.
He pulled her hips flush against his, pushing the toy harder against her with the pressure of his cock against the gusset of her panties. He groaned as the vibration moved through him as well, and suddenly she was determined to hold out, not to be the first to come, no matter how badly she wanted to—neededto. She rocked against him, using his cock to drive the toy hard and fast against her clit.
“How does it feel?” he asked, his free hand gripping her ass and urging her on.
She fell forward, her forehead resting against his shoulder. “It’s not enough,” she groaned.
“Take off your panties.”
She hated leaving the steady pressure of riding him, but she knew he’d have something even better in store for her. He always did.
Getting to her feet, she stepped out of her panties as the toy turned off. Derek set his phone down on the arm of the chair and took her by the hips, tugging her close. He wrapped his hand around one of her calves and lifted her foot, setting it on his knee, opening her legs for him. The fingers of his other hand ghosted over her swollen lower lips, the bulge of the silicone head nestled against her clit.
He slid the toy to the side, keeping the other end inside her, and licked a long stripe over her clit with the flat of his tongue. She shuddered as the heat of his mouth replaced the impersonal silicone.
“Which do you like better, baby? Your toy or my tongue?” Another lick, the slow drag of his teeth over the swollen, abused bud.
“Both,” she gasped, digging her hand into his hair, tugging on the strands. “I want them both.”
“Greedy.”
The curved end inside her roared to life, pulsing hard and fast, as he sucked her clit into his mouth, pulling on her with long draws.