by Penny Wylder
“You’re tense,” he says.
“Am not,” I say, intentionally hunching my shoulders.
He chuckles, and the warmth of the sound lightens the atmosphere again. “How about a massage? Maybe it’ll help get out these knots. Help you relax.” His fingers are on my shoulders, and the thought of a massage sounds absolutely amazing right now. The last time I had a real massage? Years.
I turn to face him, taking the time to run my hands across his ribs. “That sounds amazing.”
He presses his lips to mine, and for just a moment I lose myself. We’re tangled up in each other before we catch ourselves. He pulls away. “Massage.” He tugs me along with him across the apartment to a wide arch that opens into his bedroom. The space is dominated by a truly huge bed, and I’ve rarely seen one more inviting. The linens are a blue so deep it’s almost black, with a pile of cream and silver pillows. He grins at me. “Luckily we’re doing some testing for massage oil and lube. I have some samples I brought back with me.”
I laugh. “Sure you didn’t plan that?”
“I mean, I’m not saying that these samples didn’t influence my offer at all.” He comes back holding out a couple of bottles for my inspection. “I have vanilla and strawberry.”
“Mmm. Vanilla please.”
He puts the strawberry aside. “Now Ms. Bishop, I know that the dry cleaning expenses are high for dresses, but I’ve heard that they’re ten times higher for sexy lingerie.”
“Oh really?”
“It’s true,” he says lightly, “and I would hate for lingerie like that—which is fucking hot—to be damaged in any way by a massage.”
I sit down on the edge of the bed. “You have a fair point,” I say, “and I do really like this bra.” I reach behind my back and undo the clasp, shrugging the bra off and letting it fall to the floor. I see Jet tense, his eyes now glued to my breasts. I lean back, rolling over onto my stomach, and when I peek over at him he’s still staring, now at my ass. “See something you like?”
His eyes flick to mine, that wicked little smile making its first appearance of the night. He kneels next to me on the bed, pouring some oil into his hand. His hands spread across my back, and the oil seeps into my skin. I’m surrounded by the scent of vanilla. Jet’s actually very good at this, and the movement of his hands is at once relaxing me and turning me on. His fingers dip below the hemline of my underwear, and I make a scolding sound. “Careful where you touch me during the massage,” I say playfully.
In response, Jet spreads his hands down the sides of my ribs, curling underneath me until my breasts are in his hands. “I want to touch you everywhere,” he says, and his voice is deeper than it was before. His hands squeeze me, and the feeling races straight to my clit. I’m going to be begging him to take me if he keeps up with this kind of massage. His fingers are in the waistband of my panties again, this time pulling them down. The oil and his hands spread over my ass, massaging deeply, slowly moving closer to between my legs where he can reach my pussy.
Just when I think he’s going to touch me there, he abandons my ass completely, returning to my back and working the knots in my shoulders. “Turn over,” he says, and I do. His hands never leave me, making a seamless transition from massaging my shoulders to massaging my chest. But now I can see him, the way the muscles in his arms are working as he runs his fingers along my ribs, the way his hair is falling into his eyes as he leans over me. He touches my breasts again, taking the time to tease my nipples, pinching them and pulling them outward, leaving them hard and aching for more.
As Jet moves lower, my anticipation rises. With every touch of his hands I’m getting more wet, and I want him to reach my pussy. I want him to touch me there. His hands reach the skin just above my clit, and I press my hips up into his hands. He laughs, finally dipping his fingers through my folds. I gasp, back arching, as his middle finger slips inside me. “You’re so wet,” he says, curling his finger to touch my G-spot.
“Yes,” I manage to say, and I’m not sure if I’m agreeing with his statement or telling him I love it. Both are true.
“Close your eyes,” Jet says. I follow his instructions, and his fingers leave my pussy. I hear his footsteps as he moves away, going across the apartment and coming back. “Open your legs for me.”
His finger slips inside me again, and I moan. As he fucks me with his finger, a pleasant pressure builds in my center, and then his finger is gone. “This will be cold,” he says, and suddenly it is, the head of the glass dildo is pressing into my pussy, and it’s cold enough to make me gasp. It’s so opposite from my body heat that I shiver, my body adapting to the new temperature. I open my eyes to find Jet concentrating on my pussy, working the glass toy inside me. The spirals feel odd and pleasant—not a texture I would have chosen, but I like it. When the dildo is all the way inside me, Jet smiles. “How do you feel?”
The coldness of the dildo is so alien and strange, but also arousing. I can’t explain the feeling. The glass is heavy inside me, and I feel pleasantly full with the cold. The temperature is making me more sensitive and my clit feels hot by comparison. He eases the dildo out, only to push it in again, and I groan. “I’ll tell you later,” I say. “Just don’t stop.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, and seals his mouth over my clit. The heat of his mouth compared to the icy cold of the dildo sends me spinning, and I make a sound I don’t think I’ve ever made before. He starts to fuck me with the dildo, tongue working my clit all the while. He flicks up one side and down the other, then licking the underside, and sucking it deep. My hands fist in the sheets, and I spread my legs wider, inviting him to fuck me harder, suck me deeper. The combination of his tongue and the cold has me suddenly close to the edge, and I want to come. I want to finish on his tongue, let him taste me.
Jet spins the dildo inside my pussy, the spirals on the glass eliciting a whole new wave of feeling. I’m begging him now, asking him to make me come, and he fucks me with more force. The hardness of the glass presses against me in a way I’ve never felt, and it’s making me shake—the ridges on it are driving me crazy. But it’s his mouth that sends me over the edge. Jet swirls his tongue around my clit, repeating the motion until I’m arching against him, and once I am, he scrapes my clit with his teeth, the difference enough to send me over the edge. I cry out Jet’s name, my pussy squeezing down on the glass and my cum flooding onto his mouth. He continues to suck at me, until I’m writhing on the bed and shaking under his tongue.
When he finally pulls out the glass toy I feel the loss, now used to the coolness of the material. My body is still in the aftershocks of bliss, and it isn’t until I hear the tearing of a condom wrapper that I remember there’s still one more toy we haven’t tried.
12
I completely forgot about the couple’s toy. Jet’s couple’s toy. It’s in his hand now, and I watch as he slips it onto his cock, which is gloriously hard. The toy itself is a pretty teal, but I don’t get a chance to look at it up close, because Jet is back. He’s kissing me now, and this time I let myself get lost. His lips could convince anyone of anything, that’s how great they are. My head is still cloudy with pleasure, and I’m so sensitive that every part of me he touches comes alive. He fits himself against me, entering me in one smooth stroke, and a spike of heat flares through my body. It may have been a tiny orgasm, but I can’t think about it, because he’s filling me up so deeply, and in this position it’s even more evident than the last time. The toy he has on is nestled against my clit, and even though it’s not turned on, the pressure is pleasant.
Jet slides out of me slowly, easing back in. His pace increases, and I wrap my arms around him, drawing his body closer against me. Our eyes are locked as he thrusts into me, and I don’t think I’ve ever done this—been seen, watched, noticed like this in the middle of sex. It sends a burst of arousal through me, and my pussy gets wetter. Jet feels it, and it fuels his speed. He’s fucking me now, and I can’t keep my eyes open, can’t focus on anything oth
er the sensations rippling through me with every stroke.
The pleasure sinks through my body, and my breath is coming in short gasps. I can feel another orgasm on the distant horizon, getting closer as his cock touches that deep part of part of me that sets off fireworks. Jet pauses in his thrusting for a moment, and I feel why. Suddenly the toy thrums to life, a completely different feeling than the other toy. This one the buzzing is soft, almost teasing. It won’t get me there on its own, but combined with Jet’s cock…
Oh my god.
I’m suddenly wrapping my entire body around Jet to get him closer, to pound into me harder. Every thrust against me presses the little vibrator against my clit, and combined with his rhythm, I’m pulsing with vibration and the echoing pleasure of being well and truly fucked. More. I need more, more. I’m telling him that I need it, not to stop, please don’t stop. I grab his hips and grind into him, trying to keep that deceptive little vibrator pressed against me for just a little longer.
Jet grabs my arms, pinning them above my head as he fucks me. I can’t do anything but take what he gives, and I love it. I’m so close to coming, the vibrations keeping me on the edge of the cliff, not letting me go over. I know he’s getting close too, I can hear it in his breath and the sounds he’s making. I beg him, I ask him to make me come, and then I can’t speak anymore because the pleasure is keeping me in limbo.
Then Jet slips home, thrusting deeply into me once, twice, and a third time, burying himself to the hilt and staying there. The vibrator hits my clit and stays there, and I shatter, coming harder than I ever have in my life. My screams echo off the walls, and his cries do to as he comes with me. I can feel his cock jump inside me as squeeze down onto him, muscles shuddering uncontrollably in the wake of my orgasm. He kisses me, and I kiss him. I’m out of my mind with the feelings running through my nerves. My body feels light and fragile, like it’s been the conductor for all the pleasure in the world and could be set off again at any moment.
Our kisses slow together, calming from frenzied to soft and deep. He turns off the toy, and slips out of me so he can lie beside me. I feel like I could lie here forever in this feeling of being utterly content. “If every toy you’ve designed is like that,” I say, “I think your line is going to be very, very successful.”
“You liked it?”
“Fuck, yes.”
He laughs, pulling me closer. “If I have anyone to thank for this toy, it’s you. It’s a new one I added to the line, designed almost entirely off of your feedback, and our rooftop adventure.”
“Really?” I sit up and look at the toy on his cock, pulling it off to inspect it more closely. The vibrator extends up from the ring in a gentle curve, so it just barely touches the clit with each thrust—getting that teasing feeling that was just mind-blowing.
“I called it the Kara.”
I start to laugh, and I can’t stop. Not because it’s funny, it’s sweet. It’s incredibly sweet. But because in this moment, I am so, so happy. I know he made a mistake, and he knows that too, and I’m sure there will be plenty of time for me to make him grovel—preferably with his tongue between my legs. But my brain has caught up to the fact that I would be crazy to make this our last night together. How can it be when we’ve barely started?
I tackle him down on the bed, kissing him as hard as I can. “I think it’s a little weird to have a sex toy name after me, but I like it.”
“I’m glad.” His smile is huge and it lights me up inside.
“I hope you have an extra toothbrush,” I say against his lips.
I feel him tense underneath me. “You’re staying?”
“I’m staying.”
He pulls me down to kiss me, and I feel him getting hard all over again. I laugh, breaking up the kiss. “I don’t know if I’m ready for the next round. Maybe after some more Italian food.”
“I think I could arrange that.” He slides out from under me, heading to the dining room. He comes back with a plate piled high with pasta, and the rest of the bottle of wine. “By the way,” he says, handing me the wine, “now that you know everything, I can think of the perfect application for your research skills.”
“Oh?” I ask. “What’s that?”
He smiles his wicked little smile. “Testing each and every version of my toys, telling me how I can make them better, and most importantly, letting me fuck you afterwards.”
I return his smile. “I think I could arrange that.”
Epilogue
One Year Later
The Plaza Hotel
The ballroom is swirling with people, the party a major hit. I see Jet across the room speaking with representatives from his manufacturing plant, and I see people swarming the sample table, ready to spread the work that KINdred Spirit is no longer just a toy company. It’s now everything to do with sex, from the massage oils he tried on me to lingerie to honestly the most delicious lube I’ve ever tasted—and I’ve tasted a lot…for research, of course.
Jet’s toys have been so successful that they’ve been sold out for most of the last year. The capital allowed him to expand faster than he was expecting, and I love that I’ve been able to help. It wasn’t too long before he asked me to come work at KINdred Spirit as a developer and researcher, and as much as I love the people at the shop, research was my first love. But I still stop by from time to time to chat, and of course, perform competition research.
There’s a chime throughout the hall. It must be eight o’clock. I make my way towards the stage, and I see that Jet is already on his way. He just wants to say a few words to thank everyone who’s here. I hear him tapping on the mic as I get closer to the front.
“Hey everyone, if you don’t know me, my name is Jet Kincaid.” There’s a whooping cheer from the audience and a whole mountain of applause. I finally weave my way to the front of the crowd and find Jet smiling. “Thank you. I just wanted to take a couple of minutes to thank everyone who’s come here to celebrate the expansion of KINdred Spirit.” More applause. “There is a list of people a mile long I need to thank, and I’d never remember them all or be able to thank them adequately up here. Everyone who’s helped us get this far has a special place in my heart.” He spies me in the audience, and his grin widens. “But there’s one person I do need to thank while I’m up here, because without her, KINdred Spirit wouldn’t be the same company it is today. Kara Bishop.”
There’s applause for me, and a couple of cheers from people I assume are Joey and Ella somewhere in the back. I duck my head, blushing furiously. Jet continues, “Come up here, Kara.” I hesitantly make my way towards him as he keeps talking. “About a year ago I met Kara, and she helped me refine the toy that became our bestseller—the toy that’s named after her, the Kara.” I blush harder. It’s no secret that the toy is named after me, but having it announced in front of a ballroom full of people is something I don’t think I’ll ever get used to.
“In the last year she’s become my best friend, and the one person I rely on most.”
I’m still looking at the ground as the tears come into my eyes, because I feel that way too. But the next words Jet says aren’t into the microphone, they’re right in front of me as he takes my hands. “I love you, Kara.”
I look up to find his face serious and full of emotion. “You’ve been everything to me for a long time now, and I want you to be everything for me always.” Jet sinks to one knee and I hear a collective gasp from the hall full of people as he produces a small box—one with a ring inside it. Suddenly I’m crying, and I’m trying to blink away the tears so I can see him and the ring. I think I’m laughing too because I didn’t expect this to happen here.
Jet is smiling up at me, and the ring is sparkling like fire under these thousand lights. “Kara Bishop, will you marry me?”
My voice has completely vacated the building, and I can only nod as the tears run down my face and the entire room erupts in cheers of celebration. Jet is pulling me to him, kissing me fiercely. Then the ring is on my fi
nger and it’s perfect and I’m blinded by how utterly beautiful it is. Engaged. I’m engaged.
There’s a smile on my face and I feel like I’m floating. I kiss Jet again, and before we know it we’re swarmed with well-wishers, people with congratulations, people who want to see the ring. The entire crowd seems to revolve around us, continual words and hugs and tears, but the entire time I never let go of Jet’s hand. He’s my anchor, and now I know that he always will be.
I’m not sure how much time passes, it’s all a blur. But when the lights are low and people are dancing, Jet pulls me away from the remaining crowd, and we slip away up to our room. I’d always wanted to stay at the Plaza, and Jet thought this was the perfect opportunity.
Our room is plush, with a giant white bed and beautiful green and gold furnishings. I noticed them earlier, but I don’t notice them now. As soon as the door closes behind us, Jet’s arms are around me, his lips pressed against mine, moving to my ear, my neck. “I’ve been waiting to get you alone for hours,” he groans against my skin.
“Did that really happen?” I ask, and I hold up my hand so I can look at the ring. My ring. “We’re getting married?”
“We’re getting married.” The happiness is practically leaking out of him. I can’t remember a time when he’s been so…joyous.
Jet undresses me, one article of clothing at a time, giving attention to each new swath of skin that he reveals. By the time I’m naked, he’s caressed and kissed every inch of me, and I’m reaching for him, more than ready for him to be inside me. My pussy is drenched, and tonight I’m desperate for him to make me come. He sheds his clothes and slips on a condom in the blink of an eye, and now I’m looking around for the telltale flash of color. What toy will we be using tonight?
Jet catches me looking, and pulls me against him, his hard cock pressed between us. “Tonight, I want it to be just us.”
