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My brain is down to heat and her and the wet sound of silicone and the way her breast feels in my mouth, heavy, real, mine.

I suck harder. I can feel my orgasm barreling up from the base of my spine, stupid and inevitable.

“Blaire—” It comes out like a warning. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum just from watching you take this toy. Don’t you dare be embarrassed of your body. This is what you do to me. This is what you’ve always done to me.”

I bury my face against her chest and grind into the bed once, twice, a third time that’s just desperate friction and soaked denim, and I break.

It rips through me ugly and perfect. I groan into her skin, hips jerking, coming in my pants like a fucking fool. Heat floods the front of my jeans. I keep moving, keep working the toy because if I stop I’m going to die. My vision whites out at the edges. I pulse in my jeans, making a mess, panting her name into the soft place under her ear.

“Fuck—fuck, sweet girl—”

I’m still twitching when I lift my head. I must look wrecked. I feel wrecked. My jeans are ruined. My mouth is wet. My hand is still moving the toy in her like I didn’t just lose my mind.

She’s staring at me, lips parted, eyes blown, like watching me come undone in my clothes did something to her she wasn’t ready for.

“Your turn,” I rasp. “You don’t get to watch me fall apart and then stay quiet. Come on. Be my sweet girl. Let me see you.”

I put my mouth back on her breasts and I stop being patient.

I fuck her with the toy the way I want to fuck her with my cock—deep, steady, a little mean, thumb on her clit in tight circles. I suck her nipple until it’s red and slick and she’s making broken little sounds she tries to hide. I praise her between pulls of my mouth, filthy and worshipful in the same breath.

“This cunt. This stomach. These tits. You’re so wet I can hear you. You’re clenching like you want it to be me. It will be. As soon as that email comes in I’m going to bury myself in you and I’m not coming out. I’m going to fill you until you can’t walk.”

Her thighs start to shake. I feel it around my hips, around the toy, in the way her breath goes high and thin.

“That’s it. That’s my sweet girl. Come on this fucking toy. Show me what this body can do. I want it. Come for me, Blaire. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

Her back bows. She clenches down so hard I have to fight to keep the rhythm, she shakes and grabs my hair and comes like she’s been holding it for years. I don’t let up until she’s twitching and shoving at my wrist.

I ease the toy out slowly, watching the way it glistens, then bring it to my mouth. I lick a shining strip off the tip of the insanely neon-pink dildo without a shred of shame. Another long, deliberate pass follows it up the silicone shaft. I taste her—salt, heat, the faint sweetness that is almost nostalgically Blaire.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

I glance down. Blaire is staring at me like I’ve grown a second head, cheeks still flushed, lips parted.

“Enjoying how you taste. If this is as close as you’re going to let me get.” I keep my eyes locked on hers while I lick the ring of her release that has gathered around the base.

“You’re—you’re licking a dick!” she sputters.

I give her a deadpan look. “It’s a piece of rubber.”

“It’s dick-shaped.”

“I know my shapes. I’m not a Marine.” I toss the toy onto the floor with a soft thud and stand, peeling off my soaked jeans. I kick them aside.

She sits up, still wide-eyed and naked. “You just— Is that not, like… gay or something?”

“I didn’t see another man attached to the other end of it. I saw you on the other end. Last I checked—five seconds ago—you’re not a man. So no.” I strip the rest of the way, unhurried, and grab a clean pair of boxers from my bag at the foot of the bed.

“Yeah, Simon, but licking a dildo like a lollipop?”

I cut her off with a light smirk as I tug the new boxers on and toss her a clean shirt of mine. “I’m feeling really kink-shamed by my girlfriend right now.”

My heart stutters. It’s the first time I’ve said the label out loud. I watch the same realization hit her as she freezes in the middle of pulling my t-shirt over her head.

I lean over the bed and kiss her, lingering close enough that our mouths barely part. “I’m not so fragile that a molded piece of silicone bothers me. And I definitely don’t feel gay licking my girlfriend’s cum off it.”

She opens her mouth to retort, finds nothing, and flops back while throwing an arm over her face. “You’re a kinky motherfucker. That’s a new one for me.”