Jack Donovan and Bree Hendricks have been in hot competition since their school days, whether it’s tussling over the best apartment or bickering over local leash laws. Bree has never turned down a challenge, so when her new toy in its brown paper packaging is delivered to Jack’s doorstep by mistake, it’s the perfect opportunity for a game of truth or dare.
Bree is determined to set a good example for her teenage daughter, and that means no flirting, no flings and definitely no one night stands. But a bout of saucy cybersex demonstrating her new dildo…there’s no danger in that. Unless Bree allows her heart to become involved
She experimented with the toy’s settings, trying it so low that it was barely tease, amping it up until her nipples seemed to be on a closed circuit loop with her clit.
“Fuck that’s hot. Yeah. Tease yourself like that,” he growled, most of the teasing gone, replaced by pure sex and demand.
On the screen he buried his fingers in his hair while his other hand stroked absentmindedly down his chest and stomach, stopping just short of his cock each time. Faint hairs dusted his chest, getting thicker and darker over his stomach, turning into a trail leading straight to his straining erection.
“Touch yourself.” She swallowed hard.
Grabbing his shaft at the base, he gave it a long pull. His tight grip and low moan revealed that he’d been holding back as if he didn’t want to cross her boundaries even as he kept pushing them. Something clenched inside her that had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with Jack. She tried to ignore it, tried to focus on him stroking his thick cock, rubbing the plump head with his thumb.
This was all she wanted to feel. Just this. Naughty and wicked and just safe enough to keep playing. Nothing more.
“Touch your pussy. Please.” The “please” was a nice touch, so she ran the toy down her stomach. “No. With your fingers first.”
Brushing her mound with her fingers, she watched his face as she teased her slit, almost but not quite delving inside. His eyes, which could look freakishly intense, burned into her, a palpable caress.
“More.” Unsure whether the demand had come from him or from her own lips, she complied, opening herself up, still not touching her throbbing clit, just tracing her opening, showing him where she wanted the toy—wanted him.
In her head it was him touching her, him pushing a finger inside only to retreat and tease her clit. Him making her moan.
“Now the toy. Just outside. Tease yourself.”
Jack directing her movements was quite possibly the hottest thing she’d experienced, and she almost came when she used the dildo as he’d commanded. Her butt clenched and her back arched as she moaned. Shit. That was loud. She turned her head into the pillow to muffle her sounds.
“I love hearing you. Love the sounds you make.” On the screen he’d rolled onto his back, one hand slowly stroking his cock, the other hand still clenching his hair. “If I had you really alone? Empty house? Baby, I’d make you scream.”
She had no doubt he could do it. “Tell me.”
“I’d suck your nipples while you played with your toy.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Then I’d go lower, push the toy out of the way. It’s where my tongue wants to be.”
“I want…” she panted.
“Yeah. Push it inside. Slowly.”
On the screen his hand moved faster, the head of his cock disappearing inside his fist. His other hand finally left his poor hair alone and came down to tease his balls. Her tongue flicked against the roof of her mouth, yearning to trace the heavy globes.
She was so ready for this, but it had been years and the toy still seemed a bit daunting. Not as daunting as Jack’s cock though. The thought made her whimper. She eased the toy inside, felt the stretch and drew it back.
“Too much.” Her words were harsh pleas, little scrapes of sound.
“You can take it. Go slow.” Jack’s hand was still now and he leaned forward a bit, riveted to the screen. Riveted to her. His cheeks were flushed, nostrils flared. He licked his bottom lip. “A little more, baby.”
His voice softened her, made the toy slide more easily on the second try, made the stretch feel achingly good. The ridges created unexpected jolts of sensation against her inner walls. She’d still rather have the real thing. Not going to happen. Not anytime soon at least, and never with Jack.
“Touch your cock again.” Tensing her legs and locking her elbows, she tried to hold back her orgasm. She wanted him to be feeling this way too.
“Can’t. Too close, baby. Fuck that’s hot. Hell. You fucking yourself with your pretty red toy is almost enough to make me shoot without touching my dick.”
She wanted that. Wanted the power of making him come, wanted him to come just from watching her. She took more of the toy, sliding it deep, holding the base. Her hands longed to grab something else. Something like Jack’s shoulders, which were an intriguing mix of sharp angles and rounded muscles—they were well-defined but not bulky. She wanted to dig her fingers in as he pounded into her. Hard. Raw.
“Fuck.” His voice dropped an octave. She opened her eyes to watch him grab his cock again. “Fuck yourself for me, baby. Just like that.”
“Hard,” she moaned.
“Yeah. Fuck yeah. I’ll fuck you as hard as you need, baby.”
Frequent tweeter, professional grammar nerd, and obsessive reader, Annabeth Albert is also a Pacific Northwest romance writer in a variety of subgenres. A long-time member of Romance Writers of America, she is also active in the Rainbow Romance Writers chapter.
Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two toddlers.
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