“You wanna have some fun with our new stuff?” James bites his bottom lip in that way he knows I find very enticing.
I give him a smirk, but soon I’m laughing. I don’t reply. I’m not entirely sure if I want to explore the mysteries of the swag bags, but part of me thinks it might be exciting to give them a try. After all, there’s no better person to experiment with than a man who literally did this for a living.
I’m still undecided when we get back to the room, but I feel it’s very likely I’ll be exploring something new tonight.
Chapter 5
James
LOLA’S GOT AN EXCITED BUZZ about her as we walk into the suite. She’s bubbly, and I can see her trying to hide the naughty twinkle in her eyes. I’m glad that she’s relaxed because I know she was feeling a little uncomfortable being tossed in a room with hundreds of porn stars. This world is very different from what she’s used to, and I think she was a little freaked out when the girls talked about some of our kinkier shoots. She definitely wasn’t feeling Tara Morgan’s whole performance, and I know it’s a lot to take in at one time, especially for a girl like her who hasn’t had a lot of experience. From the second she looked in the gift bag, I could tell she was curious. So far, we haven’t experimented with any toys, and I don’t think she’s ever even held a dildo or a vibrator before. Now we have a sampler of sexual devices to try out. I’ll be interested to see where she wants to go tonight.
She puts the bag down on the coffee table and then goes over to the tray of chocolate-covered strawberries. She pops one in her mouth, not realizing how sexy that is, and then comes back over to couch.
“So…what do we have here?” she asks, reaching for the bag.
I watch her closely as she starts taking items out and laying them out on the table. Most of these things are pretty self-explanatory—it’s not hard to figure out what that hot-pink Jack Rabbit vibrator does—but some of these other things are a little more complex. For example, she just picked up a violet wand kit, and she’s reading the package like it’s the New York Times.
“What the hell is this?” she asks, taking a quick glance up at me. “It has diodes and shit. It’s like a Tesla coil for sex!”
I can’t help but laugh loudly at the comparison, and I take it from her hands and toss it over on the couch. “You don’t really need to know about that. That’s advanced shit, and you’re still a beginner.”
She puts her hand on her hip and dramatically rolls her eyes. “You didn’t think I was such a beginner last night,” she jokes.
“Okay, maybe intermediate,” I say, putting my arm around her and giving her a squeeze. “But definitely not at the sex-Tesla-coil level.”
Her laugh is flirty and adorable at the same time, and she cuddles into me for a quick second before digging into the bag again.
I just stand back and watch her. There are about a dozen and one things in there that I’d love to try on her, but I know I have to let her make the decisions right now. Your average girl would be psyched to be tied to my bed and pleasured with just about every apparatus in this bag, but I have to take it slower with Lola. I need to show her that I’m down with exploring and experimenting—there’s no fantasy I wouldn’t indulge for her—but I want to be careful not to push her or pressure her into anything. I can’t just make a demand and expect her to do it because Lola doesn’t play that shit. Needless to say, Miss Bossy Pants over here does not have a submissive bone in her body.
“Jeez! Some of these things look so complicated,” she remarks as she holds up a really huge purple vibrator with a clit massager and an extra side for double penetration. “Were these designed by NASA?”
I’m cracking up as I watch her examine it like it’s an alien artifact. “Actually,” I say, “there really is a toy that’s designed by a former aerospace engineer.”
“Do women who own these have fucked up nerve endings if they need this much stimulation?”
I can barely breathe as I bend over laughing, holding my stomach until I can reply. “It’s just a little extra oomph. Their nerve endings are the same as yours, Lo, so don’t judge.”
She smirks at how much this has amused me, but she shrugs her shoulders. “Yeah, you’re right. Technology-induced orgasm freedom for all.”
“You know what these are?” I ask her, holding up a set of Ben Wa balls. “They go inside you, and you wear them around until you’re really horny and wet.” I make sure to crank up the seductiveness on the last couple words, which seems to work.
“Kind of like the book?” she asks, referring to one of those erotic bestsellers that has a scene featuring these.
“Yeah, like the book.”
She bought the book last year and gave it to me when she was done. I’m not much of a reader, but I figured I’d give it a glance if sex was the main plot point. Honestly, I found it pretty amusing. It cracks me up how everybody thinks the main character dude is so kinky when I know I’ve done way kinkier shit than him. I guess a couple spankings and spreader bars are pretty risqué to your average civilian. Once you’ve been part of a bound, gagged, all-anal gang bang set in an abandoned warehouse, there’s not a lot that can make you blush.
“Did you see this?” I ask, taking out a wireless vibrator set.
“Is this one of those discrete things?” She takes it from my hand and looks at the box.
“Yeah. It’s kind of like the balls. We’d be at a party or something and this part would be inside you,” I say, pointing at it, “and then I’d have the remote, and I could control the speed and watch you try not to come.”
“That sounds…mean,” she remarks, crossing her arms.
“It’s a control thing,” I explain, laughing. “It’s about the girl not having control over her orgasm. I could make you come any time, and you’d have no choice because it’d feel so good inside you.”
She purses her lips and looks intrigued as she examines it closer.
“Wanna try it right now?” I ask her, hoping she’s not going to freak out. “Just to see how it feels.”
She pauses and looks a little embarrassed—but I note that she doesn’t immediately nix the idea.
“Just real quick. And you can stop whenever you want if you don’t like it.”
She looks up at me, and I can see the growing arousal in her eyes. “Just for a little bit, just to give it a try.”
I can’t hide my elation, and I quickly grab it and tear open the package. She’s blushing, but I know she’s also excited. She fancies herself to be a good girl, and she doesn’t want to admit that she’s curious about this stuff, so tonight I plan to show her that it’s cool to experiment.
“Since this is meant to be a public thing, let’s leave your clothes on, but just take your panties off,” I instruct.
I watch as more and more of her skin is revealed when she hikes up her dress.
“Wait!” I say, stopping her as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her black panties. “On second thought, I’ll take them off for you.”
She giggles flirtatiously and pulls her skirt up until it’s almost around her waist.
I stand in front of her before dropping down onto my knees and kissing just below her bellybutton. She sighs, and that’s a very good thing. I look up into her eyes as I slowly slide down her panties. She bites her lip in that certain way she does when she’s horny.
I put my hands on her hips and hold her still as I kiss my way down from her bellybutton to the top of her perfect pussy. Christ, I want to fuckin’ live between this girl’s legs! Her exhale is husky when I flick my tongue against her sensitive skin.
My hand slides up her thigh, and I tease her with my fingertip. She’s already so wet. This whole thing has her super turned on, and I can’t wait to keep going. Slowly, I lift her leg up a little bit, opening her to my mouth. I have to close my eyes. She tastes so good! I hear her soft moan when she first feels my tongue, and a glance up reveals an expression of pure arousal on her face.
Her fi
ngers run through my hair and her hips rock a few times before I stop and scoot back. She makes a little whine, and I find that so cute. She loves my tongue, and she wants it bad, but tonight is a marathon, not a sprint.
I quickly pop the batteries in the device and hold it up. She nods her head for me to continue. First, I switch it on and put it on low, running it over her clit so she can feel the vibrations. She gasps, seemingly surprised by how strong the little thing is. I turn it off again, and slowly ease it inside her. I smooth her dress back into place and stand up next to her.
Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks unbelievably horny—which could not be hotter! She blinks her eyes a couple times and takes a deep breath like she’s trying to shake it off.
I put the remote in my pocket, not wanting her to see when I’ll turn it on. “Want to see what else we got?” I say with a smart-ass grin plastered on my face.
“Okay,” she replies, nodding enthusiastically.
I reach in and pull out a set of metal handcuffs. Her eyes go wide and she looks just a tiny bit scared.
“I-I’m not sure about handcuffs.” She rubs her wrist anxiously.
“Nah, babe,” I say, putting my arm around her to reassure her. “Handcuffs aren’t really my jam. They can bruise your wrists, and I would never want to leave a mark on you.”
Her resulting smile is so sweet and innocent that I almost forget my mission to make her come until her whole body turns to Jell-O.
I subtly reach into my pocket for the remote. Her expression changes immediately, and she makes a little gasping sound. Her eyes dart around the room like she’s worried someone will see her before she looks up at me again.
“Shall we continue?” I slyly ask.
“’Kay,” she answers, clearly still trying to get used to the sensation.
I take out a set of silver butterfly nipple clamps, and she looks afraid, but also intrigued.
“Are nipple clamps any good?” she asks, her voice tinged with arousal. “They seem like they’d hurt.”
“These ones would hurt,” I say, letting her feel the weight of the metal clamp. “You’d have to start out with some adjustable ones first.”
“So I’d need nipple clamp training wheels?” she jokes.
“Yeah.” I nod and dig through the bag, finding some small, black, clothespin-style ones with sparkles on them. “You’d have to try out some like this. These ones are adjustable, so they don’t have as much bite.”
She holds out her finger for me to give her a demo. I let her feel the pressure of the clamp, and she doesn’t look too freaked out.
“You’re one of few girls I know who can come from nipple play alone, so any clamps might hurt a little,” I explain. “But they might also feel really good.”
She seems curious, but I don’t want to flat-out suggest giving the clamps a shot. That’s a decision she needs to make on her own.
“Um…I guess I could just try it for a second,” she says.
I think her new sense of adventure is probably a result of the vibrator, but I’m going with it. She knows she can stop at any time.
I slide the strap of her dress off her shoulder and push the cup of her bra down. Her beautiful nipple is already all firm and perky. I want that. Her tits make me crazy. I don’t know why, but just looking at them gets me so hard. I’m like a pubescent boy seeing boobs for the first time.
I can’t not kiss something so beautiful, and she sighs when I pull her nipple between my lips and gently suck it. I palm her other breast over her dress. Her chest heaves a little. The vibrator is doing its job, and this nipple stuff is kicking things up a notch. Her eyes are closed when I open the clamp and slowly ease it closed around her pink little nipple.
“Ah,” she breathes in a tiny whimper.
I watch her for a second, really watch her. I want to make sure it doesn’t hurt. So far, all systems are go, so I repeat the process on the other nipple.
I stand back and look at her, and it’s almost too sexy to handle. The top of her dress is pushing her tits up like an offering, her breathing is heavier, her eyes are hooded, and she licks her lips every now and then while her mind tries to process the sensations.
“Oh, my God,” she says on an exhale when I reach into my pocket and crank up the vibrations.
“Does it feel good?” I say sensually.
“Definitely!”
I laugh a little at her enthusiasm before I give her a sexy smirk. “Why don’t you walk over there and grab the tray of strawberries?” I’ve been told that walking with something inside you feels even more intense, so I want to test that theory.
She nods and steps toward the table. Her walk is slower, and I can see her concentrating. She grabs the tray and comes back. I take it from her, setting it on the coffee table.
“Open up,” I say, grabbing a strawberry and offering it to her.
She looks up into my eyes as she takes a bite. I knew this would be hot, but I didn’t think feeding her a strawberry could be this unbearably sexy. I nearly moan when she puts it in her mouth, and my eyes are glued to her lips the whole time.
“Jesus! You are so fuckin’ hot!” I blurt out.
She giggles at the outburst, but her expression is undeniably flirty as she chews.
I wait for her to swallow, and then I hit the button on the remote, turning it up even more. She makes a whimpering moaning sound and her neck arches back for a second before she tries to regain her composure.
“We got quite a few of these.” I grin as I take out a small, glass butt plug.
From the expression on her face, you’d think I just pulled a live rattlesnake out of the bag.
“I don’t—I can’t do—oh, fuck!” She wants to voice an objection, but she’s distracted by the vibrator.
“I know, baby,” I say softly, kissing her forehead.
Lola draws the line at anal stuff, which is understandable. The girl was a virgin three months ago, and I’m not expecting her to go from zero to a hundred on the sex scale in ninety days. Hell, she might not ever want to try out any backdoor action—and that’s perfectly cool with me too. Sometimes I tease her about it, and I know I’ve made pretend threats to “claim that little ass” but she knows I’m just fucking around and that I’d never actually do something she didn’t want me to do.
“The prospect of that is slightly terrifying to me,” she says, her innocence shining through her heightened arousal.
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close to me. “It’s cool, cupcake. You’re not ready for anal stuff yet.”
“Yet?” she says in an overplayed gasp.
I laugh and give her a wink before I turn the dial up to max.
“Holy sh-shit!” she whispers, her eyebrows shooting up with surprise.
“You like it?” I ask, moving behind her and pressing her back to my chest. “You like the way it feels inside you?”
“Uh-huh.” She nods, and I can feel her subtle pre-orgasm shakes starting up.
I slide my hand up and hold the chain attaching the nipple clamps. Very lightly, I pull on them just a little bit.
“Oh!” she whimpers, her body jerking forward.
I’m thinking the clamps might be a little much, especially with the intensity of the vibrator, so I reach up and slowly remove them, letting them drop to the floor.
“Mmm.” She sighs with relief, and I feel a little surge of pride at being able to read her body like that.
“Are they really sensitive?” I whisper into her neck as I cup her breasts.
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you want me to touch them?”
“Yeah…mmm.”
With the lightest touch, I rub little circles over her nipples. I’m surprised when she moans even louder and reaches up behind her, anchoring herself on my shoulder.
I lean down and kiss her throat before nipping at her earlobe. “Do you like the way that feels?”
“Yes!”
“Does it feel good when I play with your nip
ples while you get all that vibration on your G-spot?” My voice is full-on lewd, and I can tell it’s totally turning her on. “Your nipples are so hard, and I bet your pussy’s so wet.”
I slide my palm down her stomach and cup between her legs. Her hips rock and she grinds herself into my hand, so I slide my finger forward and start rubbing her clit.
“Oh! Yes…yes…yes!” There’s a higher pitch to her words, and I know she’s really close.
“I want you to come for me, Lola,” I whisper, surprising myself with the gravelly tone in my voice. “I want you to come real hard for me. I want to feel you shivering when it hits you. I want to hear you moaning and know that your whole body is feeling it.”
“James!” she gasps, her head leaning back into my chest.
“That’s right, baby,” I say, putting a little more pressure on her clit.
“Oh! Oh, fuck!”
She practically screams as her whole body explodes into a quivering, trembling, shaky personification of pure pleasure. Her noises…they’re perfect. The way her hips jerk forward and backward…exquisite. When Lola comes, she fuckin’ comes! Every muscle, every nerve, every cell in her body gets into it, and she completely loses control. There will never be anything hotter than this!
“James! Oh!” she yelps when she’s nearing overload.
That’s the cue to stop, so I slowly turn down the vibrator and wrap my arms around her waist, holding her up because her legs are too wobbly. That was an orgasm for the fuckin’ ages, and I’m pretty damn proud to have witnessed it.
“Holy fucking shit,” she breathes, her words almost slurred as she slumps back into me.
I’m beaming as I kiss the top of her head. “Did you like that?”
“Um, yes!” she says, still a little winded. “That was fucking amazing!”
I laugh hard and kiss her hair, taking the opportunity to inhale the smell of her shampoo. Even way back when we were teenagers, I used to love the way her hair smelled. That’s part of why I like spooning her so much.
“I have no idea how anyone could handle that in public,” she says, holding my hand for stability as we walk over to the couch. She tugs the top of her dress into place, flops down and takes a deep breath. “If we ever tried it, I’d end up writhing around on the floor in the middle of the dinner party.”
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