Page 63 of Keep Me
Obnoxiously pink with foreign writing on the side, I wasn’t sure it was kosher, but it potentially held the key to all my pleasure. The real question was, did I have the courage to use it?
My fingers twitched, but they wouldn’t be enough today. They hadn’t been for a long time. I needed a quick fix, and if this worked as quickly as Sienna said it would, then I’d be in a good place.
Dancing my finger across the top of the box, I studied the picture for a second. A neon-pink rose-shaped toy with a thick stem stared back at me. Right in the center of the rose was something that resembled a tiny tongue, and I shivered just thinking about what that was for. I also noticed a Bluetooth sign, but I wouldn’t bother setting it up. I was terrible with technology, and all I wanted was to get off.
I plucked the toy out of the packaging and brought it closer to inspect it. The molded petals were beautiful and intricate, and I squealed when it unexpectedly started vibrating in my hand.
What the hell did I just push?
Gulping, I stared down at the toy, worried something else would come at me if I didn’t keep my eye on it. The center of the rose was flapping like a fish… or a tongue. I took a sharp breath and ignored the tingles that ran through my core. It wasn’t because I was afraid of using it; it was because it reminded me all too much of the man who went down on me last time.
Matty. Fuck, it felt so good when his tongue flicked across my clit. My body was reacting just thinking about it, which frustrated me to no end. Even when I was trying to relax, he was making it impossible to.
Suddenly the stem of the rose started pumping, and as the toy worked the air, it looked like it was doing everything right. Ireally did want to try it, but what if no man could ever match up to that feeling again?
Did I care at this point? Matty had already ruined me for any other guy, so why not let myself get ruined some more?
The toy was still flapping away, and I was still interested in what it could offer me, so I laid back on my bed and shimmied under my covers. Grabbing the rose, I brought it under and double-checked that the door was locked. Then I pushed my panties off, leaving them somewhere in my bed, and opened my legs.
Staring at the ceiling, the only noise in the room was the vibrating dildo, and I tried not to laugh. This was so weird, but I was desperate and needed to get my mind off everything. I sucked in a breath, calming myself down.
Checking the settings, I lowered the flapping tongue to what I would consider a more manageable rate but noted where the intensity button was in case I wanted to increase it at any point.
With my eyes closed, I opened my legs wider and brought it to my center, immediately jolting when it hit my sensitive skin.
“What the hell?”
I tossed it out of the covers, leaving it to vibrate somewhere on the bed, shocked that it felt like I was being electrocuted.Did people actually like that?I shook my head, staring at the toy with a curled lip. This was supposed to be fun and relaxing, and now I was frustrated and confused.
Maybe I should have read the instructions, but I didn’t have time. I wanted to feel better now, which meant I would have to take matters into my own hands.
Literally.
Lying back on the bed, I closed my eyes again and slid my hand down to my mound before slowly massaging my center, letting that warm, tingling feeling pool in my stomach. My fingers were nice. Much gentler than that toy, and as I faded more into thefeeling of being aroused, it was easier to imagine someone else’s hands in my place.
Green eyes drifted into my imagination, and a soft smile drew on my lips as I remembered how it felt to thread my hands through his floppy brown hair while his tongue lapped against me. My back arched, aching for the same feeling I had when he stared at me while his mouth worked against my clit. Hungry and dark. He couldn’t get enough of me, and I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning.
Over and over, his tongue flicked away, like my fingers were doing now. Ever so quickly, I dipped my fingers into my center, took some of my wetness, and rubbed it across my clit in an attempt to make it feel more like a tongue. Matty’s tongue to be precise. It had been months since that happened, but the feeling of it was branded in my brain forever, and reliving it, even if it were a cheap imitation, felt good.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to taste you?”
His words floated through my mind, making me more aroused. My fingers didn’t stop moving, and my hips bucked at a rapid pace. I still wanted him. I still wanted to know what it would feel like to have him sliding inside me, taking me in every way possible while he whispered nasty things in my ear.
“Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”
I couldn’t hold back. Thoughts of his cock rubbing against my slick folds made me cry out in pleasure.
“That’s it, B. I want you to come for me.”
My hips were moving faster, and my heels dug into the bed as my orgasm got closer.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re like this, Britt. Wide open and waiting.”
That was it. It was all I needed to think about to fall into eternal bliss. Waves of pleasure crashed through my body as bright-white light flashed across my vision. I couldn’t speak or move, but it was the most relaxed I’d felt in a long time.
So good.
It had been so long since I’d allowed myself to come, mainly because I refused to imagine Matty, but I’d allow myself this one time.
