She backed away and zipped up her bag, not looking at him.
“Did you just give me a sex toy?”
After a beat, she said, “A super nice one, yeah. It’s our sparkly gold version. I wish I’d gifted it more smoothly, but I don’t regret it.”
He glanced up and laughed. “Fancy Fleshstroker.”
“Stop chuckling and accept this inappropriate token of my appreciation. Merry Christmas to you,” she snarked, and he laughed harder.
“I’ve never used a sex toy. I’m not sure I’d know what to do with this.”
“It’s not exactly rocket science. It’s about as handy as, well, your hand.”
“Are … gizmos like this necessary, though?”
A sharp grin spread across her face. She was absolutely beautiful.
“Gizmos? You’re asking the woman who is the head of marketing for a successful sex-toy company if she thinks they’re necessary?”
Oh, she was out of his league. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.”
“You didn’t. But to answer your question—no, they’re not always necessary. Sometimes they’re simply fun. I bet you’d have fun with that.” She gestured to the box in his hand. “Toys can increase pleasure or spice up sex. Some people with clits can’t come without vibration. How necessary are sex toys to them? I’d say pretty essential. Have you heard of the orgasm gap?”
“Yeah.”
“One of my goals—one of the goals of Lady Robin’s Intimate Implements—is to show that it doesn’t have to be that way. Sex toys can help a person discover what they like, what they don’t, what they need, how their partners can please them, and how they can please themselves. We strive to empower our customers to take control of their sexual pleasure. That’s why my friend Robin started the company, and why I wanted onboard.”
It was as if she’d hit him over the head with a bag of coal. He’d felt the same way when he’d walked into the hearth room earlier and seen her standing there in front of the Raunchies with a prostate massager in her hand. Sasha was a good salesperson—professional, passionate, confident—and it turned him on to an inappropriate degree. Turned him on enough to ignore the fact that he normally wasn’t at all interested in one-night stands but would happily fall at her feet for one.
“I have to admit, I really enjoy listening to you talk about sex toys,” he said.
A hush fell between them, thick with tension.
“So,” she said. “Relationships are not my cup of eggnog.”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“But here we are, snowed in, and I have a big red bag of toys …”
“And I could be your willing student?”
“You have no idea how much I want to teach you some things.”
“I’d love that.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve never done this, though.” It felt like there was a flock of turtledoves roosting in his stomach.
“Sex?”
“With a stranger.”
“Well, lucky you, because I’m an awesome stranger, not a sucky one. And we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” She glanced toward the doorway on the far side of the room. “Does that lead to the en suite bathroom we share?”
“Yes. It’s only accessible from our rooms, not the hallway.”
“Oh, convenient. Come with me.” She headed toward the bathroom, tugging one of her roller bags behind her. “Bring the Fleshstroker!” she called.
When he finally picked his tongue up off the floor and trailed her into the bathroom, locking the door behind him, he couldn’t do much besides stare. She’d long-since ditched the reindeer antlers, and her silky, dark-blonde hair shone in the lights of the bathroom. Her hair was perfectly her. Sweet and edgy at the same time. So short that it drew focus to her big blue eyes and adorably pointy chin.
She also had curves galore, with an ass that made him want to worship her.
Plus, she was washing a black dildo in the pedestal sink. It was obviously new because the packaging was littered around the vanity.
With a grin over her shoulder, she said, “Hand me the Fleshstroker.”
He tore into the box and passed it over. She washed and dried the internal sleeve quickly. The whole process surprised him. He hadn’t expected the Fleshstroker to have removable pieces, and he probably wouldn’t have thought to clean it before use. She loaded batteries into the black toy, and it sprang to life in her hand before she clicked the vibrator off.
The lights in the bathroom were too bright, and the overhead fan drowned out his panting. He loved this bathroom. It was retro, with white and navy tile, a claw-foot tub, and a modern shower. He checked to make sure the door leading into his room was locked as well.
He had no idea what was about to happen, but he was in. He was her faithful student.
He was hers.
For tonight, he belonged to her.
“You still with me?” she whispered, sidling closer.
“I want to kiss you so badly I can hardly breathe.” The words blurted out of him, like he had no control over his own mouth.
“Oh, good answer.”
Then her lips were right there, right under his. The electricity of that first touch weakened his knees. Weakened him but made him feel stronger too.
Her fingers immediately tangled in his hair, and he had to shut down a groan. It had been too long since someone had touched him like it was integral to be skin to skin, lips to lips. And oh, damn, her lips. They were soft and sweet, and she kissed him with absolutely no reservations or timidity. She went for it. All in, like she was hungry for his lips and tongue and teeth. Their kiss lit up his whole body.
He skimmed his fingertips across the back of her neck and down the long line of her spine. His hands ached to clutch and cup and manhandle.
“Grab my ass,” she whispered against his lips, as if she’d read his mind. “I don’t want polite.”
Well, hell. He could try impolite for once. He snuck his hands down to her thighs and rucked her pretty red dress up around her waist. Then he grabbed her bare butt, his thumbs skimming the top of her satiny thong. God, she felt amazing.
“What do you want?” he said in her ear, causing her to shiver. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“How about today I teach you the benefits of toys during a little mutual masturbation.” She smiled up at him, and his heartbeat thundered in his ears. She had a deep dimple in her cheek, and he couldn’t help but press his lips to it.
“Today? Will you teach me something different tomorrow?”
“If you’re lucky.”
“It could be the twelve days of Christmas sex toys. A new gizmo every day.”
She chuckled, and he kissed her again. She tasted like his favorite wine.
When she pulled back for a breath, he sang, “On the first day of Christmas, my …”
They gazed at each other, stuck.
“My fuck buddy gave to me?” she suggested
Laughter bubbled up inside him, and her laughter followed until they were both giggling and holding each other up. She unbuttoned his jeans and shucked them to his knees. Suddenly sober, he yanked her toward him, and she wrapped one of her legs around his waist so his erection pressed against her core through their underwear.
“Watching you make yourself come would honestly be the hottest thing ever,” he said, his voice ragged.
He’d never done that. Never watched someone or let someone watch him. The thought of having her eyes on him heightened the thrumming desire in his gut to almost unbearable levels.
His emotions were ping-ponging around, from giddiness to hair-on-fire lust. He couldn’t keep up with himself.
A small smile tripped across her face. “Hold that thought.”
She pulled out of his arms and rifled through her roller bag until she came up with a bottle of lube. Then she grabbed the dildo and Fleshstroker from the vanity.
“What’s that one called?” he asked, nodding toward the slim, slightly curved dildo
with a cute appendage popping off the side.
“The Double Trouble. I’ve never tried this one. You can help me christen it.”
“Sure.” His voice was faint, his mind reeling and skin prickling. She was going to burn him up before he’d even gotten his dick out. “What’s it do? Besides the obvious.”
“It’s a vibrating dildo with a clitoral stimulator. The vibration is so strong it’s supposed to feel like thrusting, so you’ll have thrusting against your G-spot on the inside and pulsation against your clit on the outside at the same time. It’s very popular. I created an awesome marketing campaign for it.”
“I can imagine.”
After a quick glance around the bathroom, she backed up against the far wall adjacent to the claw-foot tub. He shuffled after her, his pants around his knees. Being disheveled and half undressed was weirdly doing it for him.
She pulled off her thong and handed it over. “Hold this.”
“Oh. God. Okay.” He wrapped the silky slip of fabric around his wrist and threaded his fingers into her short hair, tipping her head back. Red lipstick was slightly smeared around the corners of her lips from their kisses. “What next?”
“Pull your boxers down.” Her voice was huskier than before.
He kept one hand in her hair and pushed his underwear down with the other, her thong tangled around his arm.
“Nice prick,” she said. “Now watch.”
Her eyelids fluttered and a breathy sigh slipped past her lush lips. She put the Double Trouble to use. The vibrator was nearly silent, but she certainly wasn’t. She was sexy and vocal and completely debauched. Pink bloomed up her cheeks, and her mouth dropped open.
She propped one of her feet up on the lip of the bathtub. Her shiny pumps and sheer black stockings caught and held his attention as he let his free hand travel up her calf to her smooth, thick thigh.
“These leg things are doing something to me,” he said. He traced the lacy top of the fishnet stockings. They had seams that ran down the back of her legs.
“They’re called thigh-highs.”
“I want to lick them. Want to lick all of you.”
She moaned and pushed the toy in to the hilt. The black silicone was vibrant against the pink of her pussy. Heat spread up his limbs, sparking in his gut. He grabbed his dick and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.
This was too wild, but he’d never felt freer. Never felt so shocked by the touch of his own hand.
“Wait,” she breathed. “Squirt some lube in here and use this.” She held up the gold Fleshstroker. He hadn’t realized she’d still been holding it.
The toy resembled a sparkly flashlight but with a slit on the end. He dribbled lube onto the opening, then balanced it on the tip of his dick.
“So, I just jerk off with this?” he asked.
Her breath was thundering out of her, the color high on her cheeks. She nodded. “Drive that cunt like you stole it, baby.”
A shock of lust shot through him at her words, like lightning in his veins. Like hearing the word cunt drip from her dirty mouth had electrocuted him.
He pressed the Fleshstroker down over the head of his cock. A surprised grunt rumbled out of him.
She grinned. “Good, huh?”
“Holy shit.” His knees shook as he stroked the toy down his length. The internal sleeve was silky and warm around him.
He fell against her hungrily, pushing her harder against the bathroom wall, and threaded his free hand back into her hair. Her foot was still propped up on the tub next to them, and he marveled over the way she’d opened up.
She moaned again, this time in her throat, as she took his tongue into her mouth and sucked. A shudder worked its way up his spine and his balls tightened. He ripped his mouth away from her, totally dazed, and way too close. He slowed his hand and tried to breathe.
“So good, Sasha.”
She flicked her gaze up, and it was full of humor and happiness and fun, but her mouth was slack with pleasure. Her hips twitched as she rode the toy harder, her movements precise and measured. She obviously knew exactly what she needed to make herself come. It was inspiring and sexy as hell.
“I love seeing my thong on your wrist,” she said. “Hot watching you touch yourself.”
He glanced down at her black panties wrapped around his arm. It pushed him closer to the edge, and he had to bite his lip to keep from shouting.
“Fuck, I can’t believe how incredible this feels,” he choked out.
“I’m really wet. And close.” Her thigh trembled, and she tilted her head back against the wall, her neck bared to him. He mouthed at the hollow of her throat, then dragged his fingers from her hair, down the center of her chest, until they landed at the juncture of her body.
She wasn’t simply wet around the toy. She was drenched.
“Oh fuck.” He traced his finger around the pulsing silicone bulb nestled against her clit. “Are you about to come?” he asked, his voice shot. She gasped and nodded, so he took a half-step back, his fingers still touching her slickness. “I want to be able to see you. Want to hear you.”
He worked the Fleshstroker over himself harder. Faster. Their gazes snagged on each other, a moment of perfect eye contact, and a tiny piece of his heart snapped. This was better than he ever could have imagined, and he hated that it wasn’t for keeps.
Suddenly, her breath hitched, her eyes closed, and her back bowed. She came apart on the Double Trouble, a tiny cry escaping, and it was so fucking gorgeous. So uninhibited.
The room spun. Warmth spread through his body, tension winding its way down his spine. He leaned in and kissed the sweet, sweaty join of her neck and shoulder and grabbed a handful of her ass. He was nearly there, right on the cusp of losing it.
“Sasha?” a voice called from the direction of the Blue Spruce Room. It was followed swiftly by a muffled knock.
“Shit. Fuck,” Perry said under his breath. His sister. “Fuck.”
Sasha removed her foot from the lip of the tub, crowding in his embrace, and slapped a hand over his mouth.
“This okay?” she asked him softly, breath hot in his ear. He nodded frantically. “Good. Go faster.”
It was too much, too amazing. And the thrill of almost being caught, of having to be quiet—his eyes rolled back, his body shaking.
Right there. He was right there.
“Come for me, Perry,” she whispered. Her teeth tugged his earlobe.
His body locked up, and she smothered his groan with her hand as he filled the Fleshstroker with his spunk.
It had only been a few seconds from the moment Valerie knocked, but he felt like time slowed as he quaked through his orgasm. His knees almost buckled, and his vision went as white as the blizzard outside.
“Hey, Valerie!” Sasha yelled to his sister in the other room, without lifting her hand from Perry’s mouth. “Hold on. I’m in the bathroom.” She casually held the Double Trouble in her other fist. It was wet and shiny from her arousal.
“Okay. I have the coziest, best pajamas in the world for you,” Valerie said, her voice way too close for comfort. She was probably in the doorway to the Blue Spruce Room. They’d stupidly left it open.
Sasha dropped her hand from Perry’s mouth. He caught her wrist and kissed her palm lightly. Something soft and maybe vulnerable flashed through her eyes before she backed away from him. He reached for her, but she neatly sidestepped him, wiggling until her dress fell back into place. After quickly fixing her hair where his hands had mussed it, she glanced at him in the mirror. She seemed totally unfazed. Calm and cool and not at all like she’d had an orgasm that had turned the room upside down.
Not like him. He couldn’t see straight.
“Shit,” he said again.
She started cleaning her vibrator off in the sink. He hadn’t moved.
“Did I break you?” she whispered teasingly.
He shook his head. Then nodded.
“I’m guessing you don’t want her to know, right?” Sasha
said. “Your sister.”
“No,” he choked out. Of course he didn’t want his sister to know he’d just jacked off.
With a bright gold Fancy Fleshstroker.
“Then you better lock this door behind me.” She tilted her forehead toward his crotch. “You keep that, but I’d wash it out now rather than later.” With that, she was out the door.
He stared down at the Fleshstroker and pulled it gingerly off his sensitive dick. It was messy with his come.
He was thankful Sasha wasn’t there to see him blush.
Chapter Three
Sasha slipped into her room and tried to calm the pounding of her heart. She knew she was flushed, but hopefully, Valerie wouldn’t realize why.
“Hey!” Sasha said, too cheerfully. “Sorry about that.”
Valerie was standing in the doorway of the room, half in the hallway, clutching a pile of clothes.
“No problem. Sorry for taking so long rounding this stuff up. I was finding pajamas for Louise, Andie, and Karen too, which was a bit complicated since we’re all different sizes. Luckily, my ex left a bunch of sweats that will fit Karen, little slip that she is.”
Valerie chattered away, laying out the clothes she’d found for Sasha. Sasha sat down next to her, which is when she realized Perry must still have had her underwear wrapped around his wrist. She had to stifle a laugh.
What a bizarre day.
“Here are a couple pairs of sweats, some T-shirts, a few sweatshirts, and several pairs of socks. I think it should all fit you, since we’re close to the same size, though the sweats might be too long. Also, here’s a bag of travel-size toiletries.”
Sasha peeked into the bag to see shampoo, soap, face wash, deodorant, toothpaste, and a toothbrush.
“I’m sure it’ll work. I’m not picky.”
“What’s your shoe size?”
“Eight.”
“Oh, that’s good. I’ll bring you slippers tomorrow so you have them if you need ’em. It sounds like we could be snowed in for a few days.”
Sasha bit back a groan, not wanting to insult Valerie and her hospitality. There were worse places to be stranded than a nice B and B, but damn. This place was so Christmassy it rolled her stomach. At least she’d found a fuck buddy.
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