“Use your mouth.” The words were out before she could stop them. “Put your mouth on me.”
His face was tight with concentration at the task at hand. “Can’t touch. Would be unprofessional.”
“Do something,” she whined.
The hum of the vibrator fell silent and she almost cried out in despair. Her poor throbbing nipples.
“Lift your leg onto my thigh,” Carter directed.
She blanched. If she did that...she’d be...exposed. To him.
But maybe she wanted that. And she still had her clothes on. Well, kinda.
Slowly, she raised her foot, but not to his thigh; she lifted it until it rested on the muscled slope of his shoulder, a bend in her knee. His eyes drooped at the contact, and his head tilted towards her foot as if he might nuzzle her there, as if the technically illegal touch mattered to him. Then he leaned forward to get a better view.
“Are you wet, Bad Girl? Tell me you are so I can imagine what you’d feel like all over my hands, my tongue, my cock.”
Oh my.
“I’m—” Perdie inhaled sharply at the buzzing contact suddenly pressed against the fabric covering her pussy. Given that they were in the light, he could probably see that she’d soaked the meager sleep shorts. Her hips undulated of their own accord, the precipice of an orgasm already stirring.
“How’s it feel?” he whispered. He was a shadow above her. A handsome, filthy, surprising shadow.
“Unexpected,” she bit out. Her head fell back when he exerted more pressure, then began moving with the motion of her hips.
“I wanna come,” she murmured. She was quickly losing her grip on any good sense.
“Fine.” Carter dipped the rounded tip of the toy to her entrance, barely breaching the barrier through her shorts, until returning back to her covered clit, the vibrator slick with her fluids. A shiver racked her body. “But only because I like to make a woman come fast.” He rolled the toy flatly against her. “The first time.”
“I’m close already.” It seemed every muscle in her body was contracting.
“Push this aside.” Carter lifted the vibrator and indicated her shorts. “If my hands touch your pussy, I’ll be buried inside you faster than you can say thank you, Counselor.”
She almost giggled at the corny expression. Though in a haze, Perdie wrapped her fingers around the fabric, and with a harsh pull, she was completely open to him.
Momentarily, Carter stilled. Eyes darkened. He licked his lips and took a breath as if in prayer before gently circling the tip of the vibrator around her clit. He was coming off the edge of the bed now, an obscene view of the action.
She whimpered unabashedly, toes curling. “Please. Please...”
“Are you going to come without me ever laying a finger on you, Bad Girl? I shouldn’t let you.”
“Nooo...” she moaned.
“But like I said, I’m the giving type.”
“Yesyesyesyesyes,” she hissed as he replaced the toy against her primed skin, this time no barriers beneath the vibrations and her clit. Her hips rolled. The pleasure was metallic, like a shock wave, ten times stronger. “Mmmmph, that’s so good...”
She needed something to anchor her. Something to hold on to. She desperately grasped at anything, the side of the chair, her own breasts, and everything around her until finally, she found Carter’s shirt, fisting the material, her leg fell but her knees spread wide. She winced. “Almost...there...” She yanked his body to hers, mouths centimeters from touching.
Carter stilled. At first, he seemed shocked, but then he groaned when her hand traveled to the nape of his neck and she pressed her lips to his. She worked a tongue over him, his mouth finally opening to it, then going wild, tongues thrusting in and out. The kiss growing deeper, harder, messier. He broke away when tight moans began to escape her. “That’s right... I want you to come hard...come so hard you see god...”
With her orgasm spilling over, he kissed her again, this time to muffle her cries.
A sharp sensation swallowed her whole, her back bowed until finally the waterfall within her subsided into a still pond. A pond where she could see herself clearly.
She broke away, collapsing into the chair, rolling back so that both her feet landed on the ground, gulping for air, rolling her head and shoulders to stare at the ceiling. Carter leaned back against his hands, his eyes wide, breath heavy.
“Sorry for breaking the rules,” she said.
“Worth it, worth every second.”
Carter and Perdie lay together on the bed, both of them wide-eyed and out of breath. A quiet awkwardness lingered.
Carter reached for Perdie, his hand coming to caress a lock of hair fallen over her eye.
But she craned away. Fun times were over now. “What are you doing? No, don’t do that.”
His hand stilled in midair. “You can’t be serious?”
Perdie’s eyes shifted to him, then back towards the ceiling. “It’s unprofessional.”
He laughed in disbelief. “Are we still on that? I made you scream like a banshee not five minutes ago.”
She snorted. “Yeah, and you know the rules.”
“I thought we were having fun.”
She let out a heavy sigh, pulling her shirt down,
