Page 259 of Trouble from Abroad
“Still with me?” he asks, lips brushing right where I need him.
“Barely,” I rasp.
“Good. I want you too fucked-out to speak when I play with your toys.”
Oh, lord. Oh, help. Toys?
Fuck. Fuck.
I’d forgotten. Of course I did. I can’t think when he’s got his head between my thighs. But he didn’t. Of course he didn’t.
“You brought more than that rose-gold one, didn’t you?” His tongue flicks over me like punctuation. “In that big bag you hauled in with you.”
“What?” My breath catches. “You read minds now?” I tease and deflect at the same time, because yes. Yes, I did.
“Mia,” he says, tone dipping into that dangerous velvet one he uses when he’s about to do something I’ll love to hate. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Fuck. Yes.”
“Good girl.” He pulls back, face gleaming with satisfaction and everything else I gave him. “I just hoped. And after hearing some of your list, I figured it was worth asking.” He grins. “Can I get them?”
I nod, mourning the loss of his mouth.
He’s naked and on a mission, already halfway across the room, while I’m still trying to remember how to form full sentences.
Preston’s back in a second after fishing a fluorescent pouch from my oversized purse. He sits between my legs, unzips the bag and starts pulling the toys out, one by one. Ibrought four. Not out of wild optimism, but sheer indecision.
The Satisfyer he caught me using the other morning.
A mini wand.
A tiny vibrating butt plug.
And, of course, the classic: my reliable, penis-shaped vibrator, with clit-tickling bunny ears.
That one, my faithful star-bringer, now looks like a pencil worn to a stub next to the log currently staring at me.
Thank fuck I never got to the ‘try DP’ part of the list. I don’t want to give Preston false hope when I’m not even sure I can takejusthim. But hey. One delicious problem at a time.
Preston inspects each toy. “You brought fucking Disneyland to me, do you know that?” he mutters, flicking one on.
The sudden buzz makes me jump.
He glances up, attention back on me, wicked plans peeking behind his eyes. He turns it off and slides his palm up my slit, gathering everything I’m dripping for him and smearing it up my breasts in lazy strokes.
Then he licks it off. Starts at my nipples. Doesn’t stop until I’m panting his name for the whole city to hear while he plays with me—tugging, holding my tits up and taut for his greedy mouth. As if this is what he’s craved for years, not days.
“Are you ready for us, Mia?”
“Us?” My breath hitches. I’m worried, but more than that, I’m so fucking curious.
I stiffen, waiting. I don’t dare look.
And then I feel it: the tip of the vibrator nudging myentrance. It’s on a low speed, but my body doesn’t care. Preston’s about to fuck me with it. Oh yeah, I’m ready.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan, hips rolling down to meet it. I need to be filled.
“You’re so wet, baby. It’s sliding right in. Your pussy is swallowing it whole.”
