by M T Stone
“Why? It’s fun,” he counters, giving me one last dose.
“Yeah, fun for the one tickling. I have an older brother who used to tickle me until I practically peed my pants.” I think back to how he used to treat me when we were home alone. “I hated him for it. He was so cruel.”
“Hmm, I thought you were an only child,” he says, since I haven’t mentioned my sole sibling. “I’m not very close to my sister either. She’s six years older than me, so I didn’t really grow up with her. When I was eleven, she received a scholarship to Princeton and I didn’t see much of her after that. Except Christmas and an occasional holiday.”
“Yeah, I get it. My brother is five years older. Does she still live out east?”
“Yup. She’s the administrator of a big hospital in Boston, so my parents are very proud.” He smirks before a sullen look settles on his lips. “Okay, enough of this family bullshit. I’d much rather pick up where we left off last night.” He gives me a devilish smile that immediately sends a wave of energy through my core. “Do you have any requests?”
“It’s funny you ask, because yes, I have one request.” I hesitate momentarily, wondering just how honest I should be with him. “Don’t treat me like a client.”
“Is that what I did last night?” he asks, taken aback by the bluntness of my request.
“Yeah, it kind of felt like you were trying to keep your winning streak alive,” I explain, again coming off harsher than intended. “I’m sorry. Your technique is great, but I don’t want it to be some sort of competition.”
“You didn’t fake that last part, did you?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.
“No, I didn’t need to fake anything,” I reply, feeling a flutter of nerves in my stomach. “It was amazing, but . . .”
“You’re right,” he says, leaning in and giving me a reassuring kiss. “I was totally focused on giving you the best orgasm of your life. I really wanted to rock your world.”
“You rocked my world, but I want you to relax and be with me. Don’t worry about which spots will send me into oblivion. Just be in the moment and really be with me,” I try to explain. “It might sound selfish, but I spent the last few years with someone who was almost never present. By the way, I never want to hear Chris Berman and Sports Center in the bedroom again. I want someone who wants to really be with me.”
“Thanks for being honest,” he says with a reflective look in his eyes.
“Can I be honest with you?” he asks, causing an involuntary cringe. “It’s nothing bad.”
“Of course. You should always be honest. If we can’t be honest with each other, we won’t last at work or here.”
“I’m probably going to really suck at some of these relationship things in the beginning,” he says with a look of regret. “I’ve spent so much time compartmentalizing my feelings that I’m really going to have to work on having a normal relationship.”
“We both need to work on it,” I reply, running my fingers through his hair. “I’ve never had a good relationship either, and I’m sure plenty of that was my fault. I tend to be a little too direct, overly judgmental, and maybe even a bit prudish.”
“Honestly, that’s why I’m sort of shocked by the fact that you’re here,” he replies, his hand once again gliding across my skin. “I thought it would take a month or two before I coaxed you into my bed.”
“I honestly don’t know how you managed it either.” I smile and shake my head, still struggling with my own disbelief. “Actually, I do know. You’re so different from anyone I’ve ever met. I really like how relaxed you are about things. Sending that dildo home with me didn’t hurt either.” I reach down and take his cock in my hand. “It’s a great dildo, but I like the real thing a lot better. Although, there was quite a resemblance between the two.”
“You didn’t know that it was an actual copy? That’s why it’s called the RH Signature line,” he explains with a smile. “I’m just sorry the real thing didn’t get you off as easily as the copy.”
“Don’t say things like that,” I counter, snuggling into him and stroking him more aggressively. “You just tried a little too hard.” A rush of horniness washes through me as his cock becomes rock hard in my hand. “Last night, you kept telling me to just relax. That’s all I’m asking of you.”
“Okay,” he replies with zero hesitation, rolling over onto his back. “The condoms are in the second drawer down. The ones in the red wrapper don’t have any latex.” He smiles broadly as he flexes his rock hard dick, making it bounce for me. “It looks like it’s ready to roll.”
I’m even more excited than last night after seeing how easy it is to talk to him. Kip would’ve completely flipped out if I ever mentioned anything about his performance in bed. I’m becoming more confident that Rex is someone who can expand the little box I’ve been living in, especially when it comes to my sex life, which has been incredibly unsatisfying until now. The scariest part is that I actually wanted to settle for an unfulfilling life with Kip instead of being forced to reenter the dating pool. That’s why after seeing his picture on the bettergasms.com website, I just had to meet him. After all, who doesn’t want a bettergasm, especially from a guy as hot as him? I shimmy down his sculpted body, kissing my way over his bulging pecs before lingering a minute or two on his ripped abs. I need to learn his secret for getting so cut.
A surge of energy goes through me as I draw his bulging head past my lips. It reminds me of my first experience with his lifelike dildo, but he tastes a whole lot better. Other than the flavor, the silicone replica is spot on though. It feels exactly the same as I draw it deeper into my mouth. Not wanting to gag myself, I use one hand to massage the base of his cock while stroking his balls with the other. After a few minutes, my thoughts turn to teasing him in order to return the favor from last night. I pull back and swirl my tongue around his head while tracing the length of his shaft with my fingertips. After moving up and down it a few times, I let my fingers continue down to his balls, doing slow, soft circles around them. The moans coming from above are providing all the assurance I need to know that I’m on the right course.
“You’re a good tease,” he says after a few more minutes of persistence. “But I don’t think I can possibly get more aroused.” He reaches down to coax me back up to him. “You’re supposed to be up here, focused on me,” he says with a wink.
“Oh, believe me, I’m going to focus directly on you,” I reply, ripping open the condom and beginning to roll it onto his glistening cock. He’s right, this thing is so snug that I have to use my fingernails to unroll it. “If I ever get this thing on, that is.” He laughs out loud as he patiently watches me struggle.
“They’re a bitch,” he groans. “That shit doesn’t stretch like latex.”
I get to the point where the first six inches are covered, and that’s going to have to be good enough. This thing is definitely not going to slip off. We’ll probably have to cut him out of it. Either that or just have to wait until he goes limp. Probably a better idea. I giggle at my thoughts as I slip my leg across his waist and lean forward to give him a kiss. “All you need to do to make me totally aroused is keep kissing me,” I tell him before taking his lips with mine. After a few attempts, I reach back to slip the tip of his cock inside me. Rocking my hips just slightly, I can feel his head hitting the spot that he was focused on the night before. The curve of his dick is perfect, something I noticed that first night with the dildo. That curve and the size of his head are the perfect combination. “I love how that feels,” I whisper against his lips.
“It’s heaven,” he agrees and begins caressing the sides of my body with his hands. “Everything about you is heavenly,” he adds, grinning against my lips. “I love the way you move.”
I’m pretty sure he loves the way I move because it’s the exact inverse of what he was doing to me. My tongue dances with his as I continue the short, focused strokes that are already causing my thighs to tremble. An overwhelming burst of passion washes o
ver me as we remain locked in an extended kiss. All of my thoughts and worries dissipate into thin air as our bodies melt into one another. I’ve never felt more in sync with anyone, so completely controlled by lustful feelings, and I’ve never come close to reaching an orgasm while being on top. Today is different, however, as my arms suddenly lose their strength and I begin trembling like never before. I drop to my elbows, continuing to thrust against him, not wanting this feeling to end.
I feel his arm wrap around me, and he instantly flips me onto my back. “You’re my sole focus,” he says as the first wave of my orgasm continues to send shudders through me. He pulls back momentarily, allowing me to recover just slightly before devouring my lips with his and thrusting deep within me.
Oh, my God! I cry out in my head, unable to utter a word. He continues to give me deep, full strokes that immediately bring back those orgasmic sensations. I sense my legs trembling once again, but it no longer matters, so I simply enjoy the crazy, out of control feelings that are flowing through my body. Our lips and tongues continue to tangle as he steadily increases the intensity, seemingly giving me everything he has to offer. My body melts into the sheets and I kiss him hungrily as I feel another climax fast approaching. “Oh, fuck!” I cry out as something is unleashed below, delivering a sensation that is so strange and so amazing all at the same time. Part of me fears the worst, but the feeling of him pulsating deep within me immediately obliterates any worry.
“That was amazing,” he exclaims with wide eyes. “I know that has to be a first.” His eyes spark, and I’m still not sure exactly what just happened. I crane my neck, trying to look below, but his body is blocking my view. “Don’t worry,” he assures me. “You just squirted, and it was awesome. The feeling of you doing it immediately sent me over the edge. It was incredible.” He smiles against my cheek, obviously proud of the accomplishment.
We both grow quiet, and a feeling of contentment washes over my body unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Not only have I experienced my first orgasms with a man, but whatever just happened was way beyond anything I ever could’ve imagined. I have to agree with Rex, it was amazing! I wish I didn’t have to leave and get ready for a wedding, but I promised Mom that I would go with her. Otherwise, we probably wouldn’t leave his bedroom for the rest of the day.
Chapter 10
Rex
When Monday morning comes around, I’m more excited than usual to go to work. Felicia and her mother had to go to a wedding on Saturday, so I haven’t seen her for a day and a half. We talked on the phone for a couple of hours last night, but it’s not the same as seeing her in person. I chuckle to myself as I get in the car and head for the office. I’m a little surprised that I’m getting so whipped, especially since I haven’t even known her for two full weeks. I think about how she has slammed into my life like a bolt of lightning, completely consuming my every thought. I honestly can’t imagine what it would be like if she didn’t work for me. I’m convinced that not being able to see her would be even more distracting.
“You’re late,” she quips as I meet her in the hallway just outside the executive suite. I glance at my phone, and she’s right—it’s almost a quarter past eight. “Even though I stopped off at the clinic to blood draw and pee in a cup, I still beat you.” She shakes her head in a motherly manner.
“You can go ahead and dock my pay,” I reply, giving her a quick kiss. “We have to keep those short for now. I don’t want to ruffle any feathers.”
“True. No one needs to know that you’ve already seduced the intern.” She smiles and turns, heading down the hall to her office with a cute little bounce in her step. There is something so refreshing about her. She seems much more relaxed than the girl who came in with the makeshift catalog and a great idea. More impressive is the fact that she doesn’t seem to be bothered by my past. What a huge relief.
“Look what arrived over the weekend,” Sally says, waiting for me just inside the executive suite. “I wheeled the rest down to the storage room but kept a dozen here. I thought we could probably strategically place them around the building to create some buzz.”
“Definitely!” I jump onboard with her sarcasm. “We could even hang some from the ceiling in the lobby like party decorations.” Barb gives us a crossways glare as we’re apparently disturbing her phone call. “Let’s go in my office,” I suggest, going in and shutting the door behind us.
“Barb’s trying to get us a bigger booth at the tradeshow,” Sally says with a sigh. “She’s been on the phone with them since I got in. I’m not sure exactly what’s going on, but I think they lost our original reservation. You ended up with a horrible spot.”
“Hopefully, she can get it worked out. I was hoping to make a splash, but now I wonder how many cases of these I should bring along?” I pick up a box, admiring the high-quality packaging.
“If I were you, I’d rent a van and bring them all,” she replies with a smirk. “Just don’t get picked up, or they’ll think you’re some kind of freak.”
“It’s just me and a vanload of dicks, Officer. It’ll be nothing out of the ordinary once we hit Orange County.” I chuckle at the thought of a white panel van loaded with dildos. “Maybe I can setup a roadside stand and sell any leftovers along Hollywood Boulevard,” I add, finally getting an eye roll from Sally.
“Or maybe Venice Beach,” she adds on her way out. “There’s all types around there too.”
Pulling a half-dozen boxes out of the crate, I arrange them on my desk. One needs to go to the photographer, one to the people over at Adam and Eve, and one for each of my blogger contacts at BuzzFeed, Tumblr, and Reddit who have been my best promoters since I opened shop. I chuckle to myself as I place sticky notes on each box. It’s hilarious that I’m sending out something so personal to a bunch of strangers. I’ve been trying to cut back on coffee, but after just ten minutes on the computer, it’s obvious that I need a Monday morning boost. I head downstairs to grab a cup.
On the way back up, I stop off at Felicia’s office wanting to see if I can get a copy of the mockup catalog. If I can get it to the short run printer by the end of the day, they’ll run a couple of hundred for the show. I intend to talk to her about attending the show with me too. That place will blow her mind. Her office is empty as I pop my head around the corner, which is unusual, so I proceed back to my office.
“Look! I’m the pivot in my first circle jerk,” she says with a smile as I enter my office to find her with a dildo in each hand. “I saw this once on one of those porn sites. I can’t imagine doing it with multiple guys though.”
“Yeah, you should really start slow with those kinds of things. Work your way up.” I can’t help but laugh at her, sitting there with a goofy smile on her face. “Can I have my chair back?” I ask, walking around the side of the desk.
“In a minute. I’m actually sitting on one too.” She shrugs her brows and adjusts her skirt.
“You’re full of shit,” I mutter, glancing out into the suite to make sure no one can hear us.
“You don’t think I’m capable of being a little naughty?” she asks, gyrating her hips just slightly. “This thing feels like it was made for me. I was so horny after not seeing you yesterday that I had to try one out.”
“I missed you too,” I reply, still focusing on her hips and feeling a stirring in the front of my pants.
“That’s what I like to see,” she adds, reaching out and running one of the dildos along the outline of my bulge. “Mmm,” she purrs, gyrating her hips more aggressively. “I’m sorry for disturbing you, but I was having a hard time focusing after seeing you this morning.”
“Yeah, I was hoping coffee would help, but now I’m really distracted.” I pull back from her reach, not wanting to become completely aroused. “Jesus, you have to stop that.”
“Now who’s the prude?” she teases, getting up from my chair. As I suspected, there is nothing beneath her. “You’re right, I’m not brave enough to pull off something like that.”
“I was starting to worry that you had snapped or something,” I tell her honestly, not knowing what to make of the dramatic change in her demeanor. “Is everything okay?”
“I’ve never been better,” she says, setting down the dildos and wrapping her arms around me. “You’ve shown me the light.”
“So, now do you understand the value of a sex surrogate?” I reach over to push the door closed. “Discovering one’s sexual potential can facilitate changes in all areas of their life.”
“Yeah. Normally, I don’t like going to weddings because it makes me feel like I’m missing out on something. The bride and groom are nauseatingly happy and pretend that their lives are now complete after finding the person who completes them. I always thought that one or both of them were simply settling because they had finally given up on finding someone better,” she says, sounding even more jaded than me.
“But you actually had fun at the one on Saturday?” I ask, wanting to know her current take on things.
“Yeah, in many ways, it was like I had a clear view for the first time. I could see in their facial expressions how much they cared for each other.” A reflective look enters her eyes. “Everyone was tired and stressed from all the planning since it was an outdoor wedding in Seattle, but I could actually see the love and appreciation they had for each other.” She pulls back and looks directly into my eyes. “When I got home, all I could think about was having sex with you,” she adds, only increasing the tension in my pants.
“I would love to take you on this desk right now,” I admit, looking down at the obvious bulge. “But we need to get that catalog over to the printer by four. Otherwise, we won’t have any for the show next weekend.”
She sighs. “There are only a couple of vendors whom I haven’t been able to connect with.” Her eyes remain fixed on my package. “I’ll go try them again, and hopefully, I can have it all wrapped up by noon. Then maybe we can take an extended lunch.”