What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [90]
“It didn’t fuck up mine. It helped it,” she went so far as to admit.
“Don’t say that,” he told her gently.
“Why?”
He pursed his lips slightly. “You were supposed to do this without knowing I was here. You were supposed to do it just because it felt good.”
She bit her lip, and gave him still more truth. “It did feel good. But it felt better after I saw you.”
Brent narrowed his gaze on her, and she waited for some kind of ad monishment, but instead he simply said, “So maybe we learned something new here. Little Miss Sunshine gets off on being watched.”
By you. She nearly said it, but didn’t. Instead she simply acknowledged, “Maybe.”
“That’s good to know,” he replied—but at the same time, he began raising her off him, his hands on her ass, pushing upward.
She balanced on her knees, still astride him, and couldn’t resist trying one last time. Dangling her tits near his face, she whispered, “You’re really going to leave me here, soaking wet for you?”
He gave her a look. “Quit torturing me and get back to your fantasy.” Then he proceeded to lift her further, until she had no choice but to stand.
To her surprise, he stood up, too.
“You’re leaving?”
“I have a meeting in ten minutes.”
She tilted her head. “What am I supposed to do about being, you know, turned on?”
“You have two perfectly capable partners over there, sunshine,” he reminded her with a sly smile.
“You’re evil,” she replied, lifting her gaze to his.
“That’s right,” he answered. “I’m a very bad boy.” And with that, he kissed her hard, deep, reaching down to stroke his fingers smoothly through her pussy. When he’d ended the kiss and backed away just slightly, he slid those same fingers in his mouth, quickly sucking them clean. “You’re right, sunshine—you’re soaking.”
Then he reached around to smack her bottom, adding, “Be sure you put some sunscreen on this pretty ass,” just before he walked away.
Jenna watched the rest of the fantasy, still not knowing exactly whose fantasy it was, but didn’t get involved. Despite her poolside orgasm, she remained almost painfully aroused, but as she’d suspected, she just really wasn’t all that into the girl thing if Brent wasn’t there. The fact that he’d left her that way was both frustrating and infuriating.
When she returned to her room, though, she discovered a package on her bed—a narrow box of hot pink wrapped with a white ribbon. Upon removing the lid and pushing aside white tissue paper, she couldn’t have been more stunned to discover—oh Lord!—a bright pink penis-shaped vibrator! Brent’s gifts never ceased to surprise her, that was for sure.
Then she saw the note.
Pretend this is me, sunshine. Sorry I had to leave you that way. Tonight when I’m having an orientation dinner with my new guest, Danny, I’ll secretly be envisioning you using this.
Brent
Holy God.
Jenna had never had a vibrator before. She’d had a longtime boy-friend, a few years ago, who’d occasionally been into using toys on her, but that had been her only experience with them before the glass dildo in the dungeon.
Her first thought: She didn’t want to use it on herself—she wanted Brent to.
But God, she needed the release.
She stood staring down at the vibrator as if it were a rabid animal that might strike at any second. Then she realized how ridiculous that was and ran her fingers along the length of it, where the shaping was so exact that she found fake veins built into the thick, sturdy rubber. She picked it up, tested its weight, then grew bold enough to play with the knob on the end, filling her room with a low buzzing noise.
What would a naughty girl do right now?
Lie down on the bed and use it?
No. That seemed . . . too easy.
Take it to the shower with her? That sounded sexier, but who knew if it was waterproof, and God, what if she somehow shocked herself? Ugh—not a good thought.
She supposed she could be so daring as to take it out on the balcony, or even out on