Page 28 of Friends With the Monsters
I place the other on and flick the tip. The pulling sensation tightens as it bounces around. Running my fingers over my labia, I let my middle finger slide between my lips. My clitoris is already a little swollen. I flick the nipple cup again, thinking about having that suction right over my clit.
I drag my hand up my stomach. If I get too excited, this isn’t going to last, and I need a few good orgasms this morning before I go to sleep.
I move aside the black blindfold that came with one of the kits I bought. I’ve never trusted anyone enough to use it. Besides, it’s not like I ever bring anyone here, but the thought of Calix in my bed, with the blindfold over his eyes so he can’t see what I’m about to do to him…
Yup, I want to keep that picture in my mind as I reach for my wand. Just as my fingers land on the pink tool, I have second thoughts. I do think I’ll use it, but not just yet. Instead, I grab a plain ole dildo. It’s soft and firm and has a big suction cup on the bottom which I can stick to the shower wall or the floor, so I can go to town on it. I toss the wand on the bed so I can make sure I end the night on a good note. A few minutes of that baby, and I’ll be three Os in and sleeping soundly minutes later.
With every step, my breasts sway, and I can feel the tug on my nipples. I walk over to the window and take a quick look outside. I don’t think anyone is around, but fuck ‘em if they are. With my right hand, I slide two fingers into my pussy. I’m already a little wet, so they go in smoothly, but before I can get carried away, I pull my fingers out and glide them over the dildo. I open my legs far enough so I can push the dildo inside. I love how I’m not too wet yet, and I can feel every inch of it going in. With it held in place, I bend over so my ass is pointed right at the window and shove myself back. I groan at how much deeper it pushes in, and reach between my legs to make sure the section cup is adhered to the glass.
Doing it like this ensures it’s at the perfect height every time. I spread my legs a little and lift myself off the dildo, working my hips just as I would if there were a man behind me. Bent over, the weight of my breasts makes the suction cups on my nipples feel even tighter. Without releasing the pressure, I jerk the cup off my left breast. It stings for a second then throbs with an ache that feels so damn good. I let that one smart for a bit, while I work myself against the dildo. I’m going to leave an ass print on the window, but I don’t care.
When I feel like I’m too close to coming too soon, I push all the way back and don’t move. My body is screaming at me to tighten my inner muscles, but I don’t. I relax as much as I can and wait out the pressure of the orgasm. When I know one stroke isn’t going to send me over the edge, I start to move again. Ever so slowly, I build the tension back up until I’m about ready to explode.
I tear off the other nipple cup and brush my palms over my breasts. The orgasm hits me hard and fast, and my legs want to crumple, but I keep my knees locked and ride out the pleasure for as long as I can.
I’m panting when I pull free from the dildo. I turn to see it still bobbing up and down, and a little laugh escapes me. “Thank you for your services, sir.” I go to grab the shaft as I might if I were shaking a hand, but movement outside catches my eye. I see a small flicker of fluff as the lion’s tail disappears into the tree line.
I crank open the window. “I hope you enjoyed the show!” I shout, not in the least bit concerned anyone else will hear me.
A loud roar has me jerking back. “Holy shit, that was loud,” I mutter, then shout down, “Well, then, don’t go peeping into my house!” I close the pane quickly. “Jerk, it’s my window, and if I want to fuck it, I will!” I announce and look around. Spying the wand on the bed, I roll my eyes in irritation. Now I’m no longer in the mood for a couple of forced orgasms. “Jerk,” I mutter again.
Chapter 11
Iset my alarm for seven, just in case Calix called, but it’s nearly eleven and I haven’t heard anything. I toy with the phone. Should I call him again or is it too late already? I look at the time on the top of the screen. “It’s now or never.”
After hitting his number, which is now listed under his name, I bring the phone up to my ear.
“Hello?” a man growls through the phone.
“Uh, hello, is Calix there?” I slap my hand over my eyes. I haven’t really called anyone since high school. I should have said, ‘I would like to speak with Calix,’ or some shit.
“Who is this?” the man barks at me.
“Who is this?” I counter.
“You called this number, girl,” he states.
“And I’m looking for Calix—is he around or not?” I don’t much like the snarling man on the phone.
“Hang on. Cal, one of your bitches is calling!” he shouts, not even bothering to take the phone away from his mouth.
“I’m not just any bitch, you asshole, but if you yell in my ear again, this bitch is going to kick your ass!” I growl right back at him.
A bark of laughter comes through the phone. “I like this one. When you’re done with her, send her my way. Here.” I hear some shifting sounds as the phone changes hands.
“Hey.” Calix’s smooth voice comes through the line.
I almost want to hang up. I’m a little pissed off at the asshole, and I’m used to being the one who gets tons of attention, with guys at my beck and call. I may not give them my number, but I don’t really need to. Walking through the club, I can usually have anyone I’m interested in.
I don’t think I like the fact that Calix is the exact same way, which is unusual for me. Hell, I have no problem sharing the person in my bed—another man, another woman. It all works for me, but there’s something that bothers me when I think about that with Calix.
“Hello?” he calls again.
Shit, time to decide. “Hey, this is Dami. From the club.” I wince. I can’t believe I had to remind him of that, and I’m still talking to him.
“Hey, hey. I’m so glad you called me back.” The background noise dies down a little.
“Yeah, seems like we missed each other.” I flick my fingers over my leggings.
