“This is the first afternoon off I’ve had in two weeks,” she said in the car on the way back to my place, and flashed me a mischievous grin. “I’ve been so busy getting that proposal together for Keisha and figuring out the money part of it all that I didn’t realize how much I’d been working.”
“What would you like to do?” I asked, and immediately my cock thickened in my pants. I knew whatIwanted to do.
As if she’d read my mind, she gave me a sly smile. “I’ve got a couple of ideas.”
My dick stirred even more. “Oh yeah?”
I leaned over and hit the button for my garage door, then nudged the car forward into the enveloping darkness. The door closed behind us, and in the dim quiet of my little garage, she leaned over and unzipped my fly, then freed my cock from the tight confines of my pants and boxer briefs.
“Sometimes I want you so much that I can’t focus on anything else,” she said, whispering the words in my ear as she gently pumped my swelling dick. “I wish I could shut the door of my office and touch myself while I think about you, but I can’t.”
I turned my head slightly and smiled at her as she continued to stroke my eager cock. “I think about you all the time, and all the filthy things I want to do to this insane body of yours.”
Her eyes gleamed with excitement. “What exactly do you think about?” she asked, right before she leaned down and placed a sucking kiss on the crown of my shaft.
Oh, fuck, that felt good. I was about to share a few of my dirty fantasies about her, but then she stole the breath from my lungs as she traced the protruding vein running down the length of my cock with her soft, wet tongue.
Shuddering from the teasing, playful pleasure, I wrapped the length of her dark hair around my fist and pulled her up to look at me. Her eyes were hooded and dreamy, her smiling lips shining with saliva and my pre-come. Uncaring, I pulled her toward me and planted a lingering kiss on her mouth. The kiss turned hot and hungry fast, and it wasn’t long before I let go of her hair to slide my hands over her breasts and pull her as close as I could over the console.
With the steering wheel in front of me, there was no room to do the things to Marcie that I wanted to. When I finally pulled away, she was breathing hard, her lips swollen and her clothing slightly askew.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
The question hung in the air between us. Understanding lit her face. Like she knew that the question was bigger than whatever we were about to do. Bigger than the furniture shopping or all the other times I had seen her naked and vulnerable.
The corner of her mouth quirked up in a smile.
“I trust you,” she said.
I took her mouth in another hard kiss, then grabbed her hand. “Then come on, and I’ll show you exactly what I think about doing to you.”
Chapter Eleven
Marcie
“I trust you,” I said, meaning it with every part of my being.
A wicked gleam—and something almost like triumph—lit Denton’s bright blue eyes, and before I had a second to process, he darted out his side of the car and was pulling me out of my seat by the hand. His pants were still opened and askew around his waist, hard cock bobbing in the dim light as he strode inside with me in tow. We climbed the stairs of his townhouse up to his bedroom, and he ordered me to sit on the bed as he disappeared into his walk-in closet while I waited.
“Denton?” I called, anticipation filling me. “What are you doing?”
“Just grabbing something.” A second later he emerged with a white plastic bag dangling from his fingers. He set the bag on his nightstand and fished out a—
“Is that a butt plug?” I asked, feeling my eyes widen at the realization.
“It is,” Denton confirmed with a sexy, irresistible grin.
I was no prude, but my stomach tightened with nerves—but shockingly, my pussy throbbed like a hussy, moisture trickling into my panties. I had never done anything like that before, and it seemed…hot. Forbidden.
Iwantedto try it.
He pulled the plastic open and the purple plug fell out. It seemed much too big even in his large hands, with a curved handle, a narrow middle and flared section that tapered off to a soft point. More than a little curious, I stood up and followed him into the bathroom as he washed and dried the silicone toy.
“When did you buy that?” I tried to keep my voice casual, but I could hear a thread of uncertainty wind its way into my words.What if it was too big? What if it hurt too much? What if—
“The other day,” he said, cutting off my worrisome thoughts as he finished drying the plug. He turned to me and dropped a soft, reassuring kiss on my lips. “I’ve been thinking about things we could do together, and I thought this could be fun.”
I bit my bottom lip. I wasn’t opposed to using sex toys—hell, I had a few vibrators of my own—but this device would be plundering virgin territory. “Just…just be gentle with me, okay?”