Page 151 of Insidious Heart
“Water-based lube.” He grins as I pull into the street. “A must have while we train your perky little ass to take my dick. Very nice.” Victor lifts the lingerie and holds it up, inspecting the strings and lace with a serious expression. “Also very nice. Your tits will look fabulous in this.” He tosses it back in the box as he pulls out the toy wash then a few pairs of panties, digging around until he exclaims, “Ah hah! Bless the dying fire for delivering!”
Thedying fireis what Victor sometimes calls Ember because my boyfriend has silly nicknames for everyone we know, and judging by the unbridled joy on his face, he just found thesomething extrashe ordered for us.
“The Demon,” he says as he turns the small package over in his hands before tearing into it. “Oh,it’s sparkly.” I glance at my boyfriend and the device he’s holding before he looks at me with his patented grin. “Andpurple. Your favorite.”
“Are thosehorns?” I squeak as I stop at a red light. “What is that?”
“This, baby dove, is the newest product in the supernatural line. Ademon dick,if you will. It’s big, it’s ribbed, it has a base that will suction to any surface. And…” Victor holds up a little device, something that resembles a remote, from what I can tell. “The horns vibrate, the dildo pulsates and gyrates, and I can control everything with this nifty little box as I watch you ride it into oblivion. Preferably while you’re cuffed to the bed and completely at my mercy.”
I blush right down to my toes as I switch lanes to head toward the highway. “Well, that’s going to have to wait because we arenotbringing that to my grandparents’ house with us.”
“Party pooper,” Victor grunts before putting it neatly back into the package and boxing everything back up. “But…”
Before I can shut down whatever thought just popped into my boyfriend’s head, he whips his crop top off and tosses it in the backseat before undoing his belt.
“What are you doing?” I glance over again as he pops the button on his jeans, Victor grinning wider as he unzips and palms himself through the denim. “Tor!”
“I can’t help it, baby dove. Just thinking about using that toy on you makes my cock so hard.”
“You can’t jerk off while I’m driving!”
He shakes his head and bites his lip. “I’m not going to. You’re going to pull over and fuck me right here on the highway.”
“Victor, I…” I shake my head but it’s a lie. I’m going to do exactly what my ghost says because he’s telling me to do it, and my pussy is already wet from his words alone which means I want to do it, too, so why argue when it’s inevitable. “We shouldn’t…”
“Give me one good reason, Stevie,” he grunts again as he rubs his dick through his jeans. “I know you’re already wet, know your pussy started to drip the second I pulled that toy out, and I know it’s already aching for me since you keep glancing at what I’m doing.”
He’s not wrong.
Especially when I look over at him again and find Victor watching me intently, those grey and indigo eyes darker than usual and fixed on my face. And when my gaze wanders to his crotch—again—I almost whimper as my boyfriend slips his hand down the front of his pants and starts stroking himself.
“Tor, we shouldn’t.”
He shakes his head and rolls his lower lip over his teeth. “Weshould,though. And we can. This may be the last time I get to fuck you for the next few days so I might just die if you don’t let me.” I try to focus on the road but I can hear Victor pushing his jeans down his thighs, and no matter what we do next, I need to get off at the next exit so we don’t crash because of it. “Come on, little dove. I’m keyed up and ready, I know you are too. It won’t take long for either of us and we’ll be back on the road in no time. Let me make your pussy happy, baby. Let me take away the ache.”
I squeeze my thighs together the best I can as I pull into a rest stop, my ghost chuckling in victory as I drive around to the most secluded spot I can find.
“If we get in trouble…” I scold as I kick off my sneakers and look around. “If someone sees us—”
“Let ‘em look.”
“Victor.”
“Stevie.”
Scowling, I lift my eyes in time to see Victor reach over the center console and grip the side of my neck with one hand as the other moves to the button my jeans. He undoes my fly quickly while pulling me in for a kiss, the kind of kiss that makes me forget every single one of my concerns as well as my damn name.
Victor’s mouth moves against mine feverishly, hard and crushing, like he can’t get enough. He licks and sucks before running his tongue along the seam of my lips, slipping it inside at the same time his skilled fingers find their way into my panties.
“Oh god,” I gasp as he abruptly pinches my clit then swipes away the sting. Then his fingers are inside me, two of them deep in my core, pumping and curling as I start to roll my hips.
“Such a sweet little dove.” Tor grins against my lips. “Such a morbidly sexy little creature, your pussy already so fucking wet for me.”
I nod because he’s not wrong, because all this man has to do is look at me for me to be ready; one look is all it takes for me to want to maul him and it’s been like that since the first time we were together.
He lets go of my neck, his hand sliding down the side of my body before he cups my breast. Victor squeezes it hard, pinching my nipple through my t-shirt and bra before squeezing again and continuing his path down my side. He taps my left hip while still fucking me with his fingers, kissing me in between satisfied smiles. “Lift, baby.”
My body jerks as Victor adds a third finger to my core but I manage to lift my leg for him, and after a few hard tugs my left leg is free and my jeans are hanging around my right knee.