Page 65 of Jaeda
“Spencer and Garcia.”
He laughed. “I think they would have been a little awkward. Don’t get me wrong, Spencer is my boy, but he wouldn’t have known what to do with Penelope.”
“He might surprise you! I mean, people have said the same thing about me.”
He peered down at me. “You would definitely surprise me.”
“Really?” I asked, sitting up. “I’ve learned to embrace people underestimating me.”
He licked his lips and grinned. “I hear you.”
Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his. It was never long before we ended up engrossed in a hot and heavy lip-lock. I surprised my damn self when my hand slid down his bare chest to the harddick pressed against my thigh. My eyes widened at the heaviness in my hand.
“Shit . . .” I mumbled. “That puts my toys to shame.”
Quaid chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.” I moved to straddle his lap. “You wanna hear something?”
“What’s that?” he asked, gripping my thighs.
“I, uh, . . . I was going to suggest phone sex. Mind you, I’ve never done that before. I just . . . I wanted to try something different.”
Quaid smirked. “I would have been down for that if you wanted to.”
“Well, . . .” I slid off him and walked over to my bag. Rummaging through, I pulled out my vibrator and turned to him. “Would you settle for in person?”
He broke into laughter. “I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you. I just wasn’t expecting you to pull that shit out. What is that?”
He rolled out of bed and came over to where I stood. Taking the vibrator from my hand, he inspected it. This one was my favorite. It was a thrusting dildo with clitoral suction and a G-spot stimulator.
“You have a lot of fun with this, don’t you?” Quaid asked with a chuckle.
I blushed. “It’s a time.”
He licked his lips. Leaning in, he kissed me slow and sensually. My nipples hardened against the fabric of my shirt, and I could feel the slickness pooling below. When he pulled away, he peered down at me with lustful eyes.
In a low, gruff voice, he said, “Show me how you play with that pussy.”
I swallowed hard. “Okay.”
While he walked away to grab a chair from his sitting area, I removed the oversized shirt and shimmied out of my boy shorts.Climbing on the bed, I positioned myself against the headboard. Quaid disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a towel. He made himself comfortable in the chair at the end of the bed. Slouching slightly, he sat back and trained his eyes on me.
I slid down a little and planted my feet firmly on the bed as I spread my legs. Knowing he was watching me was a huge turn-on. Closing my eyes, I pinched my nipple with one hand while massaging my clit with the other.
“Open your eyes,” Quaid commanded. “I want to see it all.”
My eyes opened and met his. He grabbed himself as he watched me. I was so out of my element but so fucking turned on. Grabbing the vibrator, I ran it the length of my slit, tapping it against my clit before sliding the mushroom head into me.
“Mmmm . . .” I moaned as my walls stretched to accommodate the size.
Locating the power button, I turned on the thrusting feature. A moan immediately fell from my lips with that first stroke. When the stimulator began sucking my clit, my back arched from the bed.
“Shit!”
“Eyes on me, baby,” Quaid instructed, slipping a hand into his boxers.
My eyes landed on him in time to see him pull that big, beautiful dick out. My eyes widened. He was bigger than I imagined, and that girth was nothing to play with.
