He pulls the vibrator away. “What happened to your knees?”
Huh? What knees?
I open my eyes and scramble to process what he asked. He’s staring, brow deeply furrowed, concern etched in all his hardening features. “What happened here?”
Oh. “I fell.”
He flicks his gaze to mine and cocks his brow again. God he’s sexy. All disciplined and stern. “Fell?”
“Just before you got here. I ran and tripped and fell. Smashed my knees on the bathroom floor.”
His features soften and he presses soft kisses to each of my kneecaps. Then I hear the vibrator click back on and I sigh with relief. He’s the most attentive, observant, protective man I’ve ever met.
The vibrator touches my belly next and I second guess where to put my hands. I want to cover my belly but…
“You are so fucking sexy, Kitty.”
My insecurity fades a little. Never mind that I just gave him a raunchy show and fingered myself on his lap. This is a whole different angle. One that makes me inventory every inch of my body. Glitch wouldn’t say I’m sexy unless he really thought I was. So far, he’s barely said anything.
Glitch runs the toy across my stomach, tickling me. Then he settles between my thighs, and I tense again.
“Relax,” he says, placing a kiss on my inner thigh. “Enjoy it.”
Oh, I’m enjoying it alright. But when he flicks his tongue out and licks my pussy, I’m not sure I have the capacity to relax. He shoves a finger inside me and hits that pad of flesh I sometimes have trouble finding myself. My toes curl. “Mmmph.”
Glitch places the toy under his hand and starts flicking my clit with his tongue he uses the vibrator against my taint. He’s… he’s v-v-vibrating my—
My body seizes, the orgasm so strong and so fast, I don’t have time to suck in air before I’m arching up and clawing my mattress. I swear I’m so dizzy I feel nauseous.
“Too fast.” He hooks my thighs with his arms and holds me down. “Now I know better.” He dives in again and I’m legit about to cry. I come a lot on my own, but I’ve never felt this intensity before. It’s almost too much.
He places the vibrator on a different setting, making it pulse against my taint this time. If I move a little, it’ll vibrate my asshole. Do I want that? I’m not even sure. And I don’t have time to think more on it because Glitch is already back to business.
He plays with my body. Explores it. Switches tactics every time I’m getting close to coming again. I go from coming super-fast to being desperate for another. “Please,” I say, drenched in sweat. “I need to come again.”
Glitch ignores me and continues to lick and finger me in various ways. This man is methodical to a fault. I’m going to kill him if he doesn’t let me come soon. I’m so desperate for it, I want to die. He works me up until I’m just at the edge, then backs off and switches tactics. He does this again, and again, and again.
I’ve never been edged before. I’ve tried to do it to myself, but I give in too easily. This is next level madness.
And it’s fucking heaven.
“Please,” I whimper, sinking my hands into his hair and shoving his mouth harder against my pussy. “Please.”
His eyes flick up and meet mine.
Then I get what I’ve begged for.
Glitch slams his finger against my g-spot, moves the toy until it’s pulsating against my tightest hole, and he doesn’t lick my clit. He fucking feasts on it.
I blow apart. My soul leaves my goddamn body. I scream until my vocal cords hurt and my cheeks tingle and I don’t think I have limbs anymore. I keep careening in pleasure until I can’t breathe.
Spots dot my vision. I’m going to faint.
I think I might stroke out.
The mattress shifts, and suddenly he’s above me, his face is covered in my arousal. He smashes his mouth to mine in a brutal kiss, ripping another orgasm from my body with his hand and wet noises ring in my ears. “Holy shit,” I rasp once he pulls away.
And then… I’m mortified.
Glitch is soaked. His face is glistening. His shirt is wet. When he pulls his fingers out of my pussy, his hand is drenched, too.
“What did I just do?”
“You relaxed… and enjoyed it.” Glitch drags his diabolical tongue over his hand, from heel to fingertip. “Christ, Ara. You taste like sugar.”
“It’s the Skittles.”
“Rainbows don’t taste this amazing. Skittles aren’t nearly this delicious.”