By the time she walks in, arms full, the room’s dipped in low light and thick tension. Her eyes find me instantly, dropping to my bare chest that’s rising rapidly with every breath, heat pulsing off me, my cock already straining against the thin cotton.
She falters mid-step. Her arms jerk slightly as her gaze drops, catches on the hard line tenting my boxers—and just like that, a few of the toys slip from her grip and clatter to the hardwood, batteries scattering like little metal traitors across the floor.
“Oops,” she whispers.
I bite back a laugh, pointing to the only one that’s still intact. “Leave ’em. Bring the red one.”
She nods, crossing the room with tentative steps, her fingers tighten around the toy, but her eyes… her eyes are wide open, full of curiosity, nerves, and something electric, something we’ve been dancing around for far too long.
Gone is the confident Regan from our one night stand. The one who seemed to throw all caution to the wind after receiving her devastating diagnosis. I get now that maybe that isn’t who she really is. Who sheeverwas but that she’d been seeking a distraction and a release that first night that we met. And I was too. Hot off my last ever ride, we were both in a period of change that made for some lethal chemistry.
But now I can tell that it wasn’t just the shifts in our life that had us groaning each other’s name and left a lasting imprint on our memories, it was her and me. Together.
“Do you know what this does?” she asks, holding the red toy out like it’s some sacred artifact. I take it from her hands. Smaller than I imagined, with a tiny suction cup at the top.
“For your clit?”
She nods and her cheeks flush slightly. “Clit stimulation.”
“Perfect. Take off your clothes and lay on the bed.” I’ve always been a big believer in toys being teammates and not my competition and I’m going to enjoy teasing Regan with this little guy tonight.
She looks shocked, but she does as I say, stripping slowly, teasingly, until she’s standing in nothing but her black underwear and bra. She unsnaps the bra, lets it fall, then hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and pushes it down. Andfuckme.
Those big, round tits bounce with light brown hardened nipples, and her pussy is bare save for a small strip of hair at the top. She looks fucking delicious, and any hesitation around what we’re about to do is long gone.
She’s getting those three orgasms.
She moves backward slowly, knees hitting the bed first before she takes a tentative seat, arms spreading out wide onto the comforter that I just bought. I press the on button to the toy, feeling it vibrate to life in my grip like an electric razor. I press my finger over the tiny suction cup and confirm that it’s pulsing air now.
My fingers trail lower, brushing over her thighs until I press her knees apart as far as they’ll go. “Fucking pretty pussy.”
I drop to my knees at the foot of the bed, taking her in. Without parting her, I lick one long, sloppy line across her slit, ending on her clit.
“Shit,” she gasps.
“You’re already ready for this, aren’t you? You needed this release.”
She nods, propping herself up on her elbows, eyes locked between her legs, watching me as she gives me space to work.
“Watch me part you, Regan. Watch me find the way you’re soaked for me.”
Her gaze never leaves mine as I use two fingers to spread her pussy, exposing her slick, soaked center.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you tonight.”
“So do it,” she hisses.
I shake my head because I’m still not sure we should go there. Not because I don’t want to—I do. Desperately. But because I know myself. I’m not sure I’ll have the restraint to do this only once and turning our already awkward roommate situation into one with benefits would be something I selfishly couldn’t resist.
“Come here.” I stand and move to the edge of the bed and sit. My feet resting on the floor. “Sit on my lap.”
She sits up and looks down at me. “Not if you’re wearing boxers.”
“Regan,” I warn, as she shakes her head, dropping to the floor on her knees between my legs and tugs at my waistband until my cock is free, slapping against my lower stomach, hard, throbbing and already leaking.
She looks at it, wets her lips then grips it so firmly I swear I see stars before pumping it in her hands.
“It’s even better than I remember,” she whispers. “I want this thing to ruin me.”
