“Needs to be a different color,” she gasped. “Too creepy.”
“Done.”
Her knees clutched his hips as she hugged the downstroke, pressing her clit against the tickler, trapping it between them. Tension gathered around her like energy during an electrical storm. The pleasure was so intense that she felt like her hair must be standing on end and that the sparks behind her eyelids should be shooting from her fingertips too.
His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her in for a kiss. She pressed her tongue into his mouth and her pelvis against his cock. She flew over the edge instantly.
She soared above him and he held her tight against his chest until she collapsed. She tucked her face into his neck and tried to stop shaking as the last of the lights disappeared. His hands caressed her trembling back with long, warm strokes and she gave into the temptation to run her hands over his chest, his arms, his broad shoulders.
He was still hard inside her, but he lifted her easily off his lap, spun her around and set her beside him on the blanket. He glanced at his erect cock and frowned. “I’m not sure this ring is going to come off without a fight.”
“Isn’t that the point?” She giggled at his hectic expression.
“It would be if we didn’t have two more of these suckers to try tonight.”
“Want some help?”
“Trust me, if you touch me, it isn’t going to help.”
Warmth grew inside her. “It’s stretchy, right?”
He nodded.
“You take the bottom. I’ll take the top.” Together, they eased the cock ring off his erection. His groan was loud and long. “Grab another one,” he said, replacing his condom with a fresh one.
She tossed him a black ring from the floor. This one had soft spikes banding its width. She shivered in anticipation, ready to climb into his lap again.
“Oh, no, Sologirl. My turn this time.”
He pulled the blanket to the carpeted floor and tugged her down on top of it.
He had let her set the pace for the first round, and it had just about killed him to hold still and let her take her pleasure with his body. This time, he wanted to give it to her. The cock ring wrapped around him had flexible spikes designed to take the shotgun approach to the female pleasure zones—it hit them all in a wide, round pattern. He knew from her surveys that Sologirl liked to play hit and run with her clit when she was playing alone, so he planned to take that approach with her now.
He lowered his body onto hers, spreading her thighs. Because he couldn’t resist, he kissed her, slowly, exploring her lips. This was too good to rush. His cockhead rested securely at the entrance to her body, a promise of what was to come, but he wanted to take his time in spite of the need hammering at his balls.
She followed his lead, opening beneath him, lips, thighs and arms welcoming him. With his weight on his elbows and knees, he sank into her by questing degrees, nibbling, nudging and finally swirling his hips in a slim circle to bring the spikes in contact with her clitoris.
She inhaled sharply and jerked her hips upward.
“If you think that’s good, just wait.” He reached down to start the vibrations and ground his teeth as the hum sent fiery pleasure shooting up his spine. He watched her face and her breathing, admiring the flush that spread across her chest, so captivated by her responses that he was damn glad he had a band wrapped around his cock or he’d explode right now. Her soft whimpers drove him right to the edge of urgency, and he wanted to slam into her body but he held back, painfully waiting until she could make it back up to the ledge with him. He prayed for enough time to make her scream once, maybe twice, before the ticking time bomb lodged in his balls exploded.
Sologirl’s body shifted restlessly under his. She shut her eyes and turned her face sharply to one side, then the other, frowning. She’d already come twice and was probably getting frustrated, poor thing, dying to come again but afraid it wasn’t going to happen. He shifted with her and caught her chin with two fingers to bring her eyes back to his. “Not enough, huh?”
Her eyes snapped open.
“Relax. I’ll get you there.” He held her wary gaze and withdrew his cock from her pussy with a soft popping sound that made his dick jump against his palm. Her cream flowed in a thin, clear channel toward the blanket. She was plenty wet enough for what he had in mind. He dragged his thumb through her moisture and rubbed a gentle circle around the tight ring of her asshole.
Her harsh gasp made him smile in anticipation.
“Relax,” he said again. “You know how to take a cock here.” He’d read all about her solo ass adventures in her surveys.
He breached the tight ring of muscle with his thumb and she pushed toward his hand. “Good girl. You want my cock?” He knew she did, but he wanted to hear her say it. He needed to know she wanted him there.
Her china blue eyes were wide and her body felt stiff beneath him.
“Sologirl?” he pulled back, fearing he had somehow misunderstood.
She reached forward to grab his wrist. “Do it.” Her voice was soft and thready, but there was no fear in her eyes. Just need. “Put your cock in my ass,” she pleaded softly.
“That’s my girl.” He pressed her knees to her shoulders, exposing her asshole completely. Sologirl rested one ankle on his shoulder and held her other knee wide with her hand, freeing him to set his weight on one arm and use the other hand to press his cock to her back entrance. She was tight and hot enough to have him gasping and swearing aloud, but it was her enthusiasm that shredded his control. She took him, pressing into him, wriggling forward, urging him on.
The head of his cock popped into her tight heat and crushing ecstasy nearly blinded him. Operating on instinct, but careful to use the correct hand, he tried to find her clit before her erotic moans and the vibration on his balls made him lose control. She had to be close too. God help him if she wasn’t.
Her long, low moan of raw need restored a measure of his sanity. Her pleasure was paramount. He took a deep breath to force some oxygen to his brain and with it came a memory—Sologirl’s Vibrating Double Dildo survey. She liked to feel full. He could do that for her.
He leaned sideways and took her with him, quickly rearranging their limbs to give him enough room to reach her pussy, stay in her ass and not turn either of them into a pretzel. Her ankle was under his ear and her other leg was sprawled across the top of his hips, giving him plenty of room to work. He slipped his fingers into her pussy, one, two, then three, braiding them together. He could feel the top of his dick through the thin wall separating her ass from her pussy as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, reaching up to flick her clit with his thumb, hard, on every pass. Neither of them wanted gentle right now. His hips bounced her slowly, then faster, giving her everything he had.
“Oh, God, don’t stop. That feels so good. I’m going to… Oh! Yes!” she wailed, almost bending in half as her orgasm hit.
Mark gripped her hips, the only part of her he could reach, as he was nearly unseated by his own helpless spasms. His climax was explosive, spurred on by the vibration against his balls, yet restricted by the cock ring. Every eruption into her body felt like a battle won. He felt connected to her by more than his cock, as if his edges were expanding to include her. He tried to remember how to breathe as his body took over, emptying into her, over and over again.
He must have passed out for a split second because her weak giggle startled him.
“Can you turn that thing off?” Her voice seemed to come from a far distance. His head was now pillowed on her calf and their bodies were perpendicular to each other, forming a T shape, still connected at the hip and by their tangled legs. He chuckled too, releasing his hold, and she fell away from him. He caught the condom and the cock ring before they fell too. The buzzing stopped. “Shower?” he suggested.
She pointed limply down the hall, flat on her back, one arm raised above her head. He was tempted to go back down on the floor with her, pull her soft body into
his arms and run his hands over all that silky flesh. The signs of their play were all over her body and he wanted to touch them, erase them, maybe increase them. He didn’t want to leave her. “Join me?”
“I can’t walk.”
“Not a problem. I’ll be right back.” He disposed of both condoms and returned to find her in the same position. He wrapped the last prototype around his wrist and grabbed another condom. “Give me your hands.” He pulled her to her feet and into his arms. She was light and he liked that she didn’t ask him to put her down.
“Bath or shower?” he asked, when they reached the bathroom and he lowered her carefully to her feet. The slide of her soft body down his length had him stirring again. He held up the remaining cock ring. “This one’s waterproof.”
Sologirl cocked her head to the side, inspecting the black ring in his hand.
He wondered how she would respond. Would she play coy as so many women would? Claim fatigue? Make him feel like he was asking for too much?
She took it out of his hand and gave it a snap. “It doesn’t look very sturdy.” His heart swelled. Was there no end to Sologirl’s ability to amaze him? She was ready for more.
“It’s single-use,” he explained.
A playful grin stole across her face. “SoloPlay should make them in every color of the rainbow. If these little suckers pack a punch, they’ll replace glow-in-the-dark condoms as party favors. Maybe they can put them on the counter at Come Again in a glass fish bowl.” Laughter shook her small frame and made her breasts bounce.
She caught him looking and stopped laughing but didn’t stop smiling. Her eyebrows lifted as she stared at his rising cock. “The Energizer Bunny has nothing on you, buddy.”
“What can I say? I enjoy my work,” he quipped as she bent to the taps.
Alisa was glad her back was turned. It didn’t feel like work. Somewhere around the second orgasm, it had started to feel like something else, something she didn’t want to examine, especially since he didn’t seem to be as blown away by the sex as she was. The fact that she’d vocalized her needs to him excited her and worried her at the same time.
She took her time adjusting the water temperature, trying to figure out why she felt disappointed. Hadn’t this been her plan all along, to use him to learn how to communicate sexually with a man? Clearly, after a couple more sessions with him, she was going to be an expert. She had just flat-out begged him to put his cock in her ass, and it was only their second night together!
A flush heated her cheeks. How on earth had he known she needed to have her ass fucked to reach orgasm that last time? She had wanted to come so badly that saying the words out loud had been preferable to the alternative. If he had pulled away from her, if he hadn’t been willing to go to those extremes, she would have died from the wanting. Mark made her feel pleasure so intense that she feared she might say anything, do anything, for more. No one had ever made her want it bad enough to ask for it. He had taken total command of her with his confident body, used his hands and his mouth and his cock to drive her up to the top of a cliff and dared her to jump. The bold words he had demanded from her made it even more exciting. They had set her free. She should be grateful, not disappointed.
The water was perfect and she had no excuse to delay any longer. She turned around.
Mark’s pale eyes glowed as he waited for her. He had placed the ring at the base of his penis, which was so erect now that it stood straight out from his body. Professional curiosity made her wonder if the thin rubber ring could deliver the powerful vibrations that the other two toys had thrilled her with tonight.
Relief poured through her tight muscles.
She was being silly. It was the toys, not Mark, causing her to feel so much pleasure. What girl’s world wouldn’t be rocked by a vibrating cock ring, not to mention two or three? She was being an idiot, anyway. Who cared about the whys when there was a beautiful, naked man within arm’s length and he had a ring wrapped around him that guaranteed ecstasy?
His cock leaped again, catching her attention. She pointed at the condom in his hand. “Suit up.” It was time for them to get back to work.
Chapter Eleven
Mark pushed away from his computer and rose to pace across his office, scrubbing his hands over his thighs in an attempt to get rid of his raging erection.
Sologirl’s latest report was displayed on his screen. As always, his dick had responded immediately to her X-rated descriptions, but this time his reaction was even more intense because he didn’t have to depend on his imagination to flesh out the fantasy. He had his memories. Vivid memories. Unforgettable.
What would he bring her tonight? The Jungle Gym? No, ultra-supportive sex cushions were probably too intense for a third date. Leather Cage? Uh, ditto. He wanted to take her something that wouldn’t require a warm-up or an “I’m not a deviant” disclaimer.
Shit, thinking about their date tonight wasn’t helping him get rid of his boner. He returned to his computer and opened the DoublePlay prototype list. At least if he made his choice now, he might be able to get some work done today.
He found inspiration among the butt plugs.
There were six different models. His cell phone rang while he was deciding which one, or maybe two, he would bring to Alisa’s apartment tonight.
“You’re interrupting DoublePlay progress,” he said when he accepted the call.
“What progress? Did you get a loan I don’t know about?” Ryan asked.
“Nope, but I’ll have the line ready to go into production next month.”
“Not possible. It took us forever to hash out the SoloPlay Originals, and we haven’t even screened the applicants for DoublePlay yet.”
“Yeah, I kind of took care of that already.”
“You did? How?”
“By finding Sologirl,” Mark admitted against his better judgment.
“Explain.”
Reluctantly, Mark told him about his idea for Sologirl testing the DoublePlay line by herself and how she had initially declined.
“Oh shit. Do you know how much trouble SoloPlay could get into for breaking privacy laws? If your employees think their personal info is public knowledge among the staff, you’ll be up to your ears in lawsuits—”
“Cool it. I wrote our privacy policy. As the owner of the company, I have legal access to personal information if I need it to perform a specific job.”
“You are skirting the letter of the law there, buddy, and you know it. Tell me it was just an e-mail. Tell me you didn’t actually talk to her.” Ryan sounded panicked.
His silence answered the question. Ryan groaned. “Oh, man. Did you call her?”
“No, I went to see her at work.” His voice was grim because he knew exactly what Ryan was going to say.
“Oh thank God. So you’ll only be dealing with a sexual harassment lawsuit. Those are easy to win.” The sarcasm stung, and he deserved it more than Ryan knew.
Mark forced a chuckle. “Relax. She said yes. Sologirl and her…partner,” he stumbled over the lie of omission, “will have the DoublePlay line culled down to eight products within a month, maybe a little longer,” he amended, wondering how fast they could really work their way through the prototypes. “Don’t you remember her from the surveys I sent you?” It was impossible for him to believe Ryan didn’t recall Sologirl’s uniquely sensual descriptions.
“The BodyVibe marathon girl, right?”
“Exactly. We don’t need anybody else. She can pick the winners and save us a bundle of money at the same time. She hasn’t been wrong yet, has she?”
“But we’ve had other data to back her up. This makes me nervous. It isn’t like you to do something this extreme without consulting me.”
“You’re my financial adviser, Ryan. Not my business partner.”
“I’m your friend, too, and you’re acting like an idiot. Get more data.”
“I don’t need more data.” Mark dug in his heels.
“Then send me her repo
rts so you’ll have another opinion.”
“I’m not going to do that either, you pervert.” Primarily because he didn’t want Ryan getting off on his sex life. “Trust me. She can do this.”
“So how did you find her?” Ryan’s voice held curiosity and sudden suspicion.
Mark thought of Crystal, and, again, that strange frisson of memory plagued him. “Divine inspiration and good instincts.”
“Fucking great. You’re counting on your instincts and one woman’s opinion to launch a million-dollar line of toys.”
“Gotta go,” Mark said, anxious to get back to his perusal of butt plugs. “I’ll let you know when the new line is ready to roll.”
“You do that. Good luck, buddy.” Ryan hung up first.
Guilt nagged at him. After all, Ryan was having a logical reaction. For all his jokes and his devil-may-care attitude, Ryan was one cautious son of a bitch, and if he knew the full extent of Mark’s transgressions, he’d have lawyers pounding down the door just to cover SoloPlay’s ass.
Mark banished his misgivings. He was more sure than ever that this was the best and fastest way to bring the line to market. She would pick the winners, and he would be with her every step of the way. He couldn’t doubt himself now, especially after last night. He knew what Sologirl could do. Her sexual responsiveness was astounding.
After their shower last night, she had heated up their leftovers from the night before so they could chow down in her small dining room. She’d been wearing a short robe that had fallen open in all kinds of interesting ways during dinner. Even after coming twice, he was ready for her again. Unfortunately, he’d only brought the three cock rings with him. He’d been on the verge of asking her if she wanted to give her favorite ring another test ride when she had yawned. Feeling like an ungrateful beast, he had said good night and asked when he could come back. Her assurance that she was free every night this week had elated him, and he had driven home grinning like an idiot.
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