Page 138 of Sour Notes

The sound sends a fresh wave of butterflies through me. He’s letting me have this, content to let me lead.

Maybe he’s been doing that all along… making me brave enough to explore things I’ve only ever fantasized about before.

A sense of calm washes over me as I let go of my bikini bottoms and they fall to the floor. Taking a deep breath, I turn to face him, totally naked before him for the first time.

Well, deliberately anyway, if we don’t count the shower peepshow.

The way his eyes subtly widen before his eyelids drop, smoldering with banked heat, sends a pulse ricocheting through my clit. My gaze drops to his big hands, veins flexing as his sexy ringed fingers white-knuckle the Post-its.

Shit.

I bite the inside of my mouth to stop a moan threatening to tumble from my lips. Just the sight of him has me ready to explode.

Toys. This is about the toys.

“Umm, how should we do this?” I lift my eyes back to his, my cheeks flushing.

“This is all you, Angel. Your call. I’m here as your assistant. I’ll do as much or as little as you want.”

I nod and climb onto the bed, sinking back against the cushions, aware of the weight of his gaze on me the whole time while I scan the toys beside me, picking a purple wand massager–shaped more like a giant mushroom than a dick—to ease us both into this.

Okay, to ease me into this. Apparently, I’m good with sex on the beach—public not cocktail—but fucking myself with a rubber dick in front of Swayze needs a little… foreplay.

When I glance back at him, the corner of his lip kicks up in a tiny smile and he nods reassuringly, instantly chasing away the nerves again.

Clicking the wand on, the silent room instantly fills with the low hum. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I bring the head to my nipple, circling the already pebbled tip. The vibrations run through the barbell piercing, making me groan, my head falling back on the pillow.

With my eyes closed and head thrown back, I can’t see Swayze, but I sure as fuck hear his low groan as my free hand comes up to toy with my other nipple. Tugging the barbell, I pinch the tip as I trail the wand slowly between my breasts and down my body.

I stop just before I reach my pussy to look at Swayze again. He’s so attuned to my movements, his eyes—almost black with passion—immediately lift from the vibrator in my hand to drill into mine, the intensity making my heart skip a beat.

Watching him, I drop the wand to slowly circle my clit. His eyes drop to my hand, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, watching me while I turn up the speed, grinding it harder, until the vibration shifts into a steady, rhythmic pulse.

At this point, I don’t know if I’m more turned on by his reactions to watching me or the toy itself. Scratch that, I’m ninety-nine percent sure this is all him because the wand’s top speed is nowhere near the strength I like.

As I click it off, Swayze shakes his head, his eyes clearing as he looks back at me.

“Four out of ten. Weak vibration and too loud. Comfortable to hold, though.”

He nods, clicks on the pen, and scrawls something on the pad before standing and walking toward me. My hands still as he bends above me on the bed, assaulting my senses with his woodsy scent as he presses the Post-it to the wand I just discarded.

He’s so close I can see the tiny beads of sweat at his temples and my palms itch with the temptation to tug him down on top of me.

“Choose the next one for me.” My voice comes out breathy and he smirks, his tongue darting out to trace his lip.

Fuck, he’s so hot.

He turns to scan the rainbow selection beside me and opts for a pink vibrator, still not cock shaped, but this one is meant for penetration, with a suction head to fit over my clit.

Our fingers spark when I take it from him and he bends, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before straddling the chair again.

Only then do I realize he stayed silent that whole time.

Excitement bubbles in my blood as I turn on the toy, watching him swallow as I bring the rounded head down to my clit.

This one pulses and instantly I know it’s stronger than the first one. Dribbling on some lube, I use my fingers to spread it, although it’s totally pointless because I’m so freakin’ wet, I could sink two fingers inside me easily. His eyes cloud over with desire as they stay focused on my fingers.

I plunge them deep a couple more times before lining up the head of the vibe with my entrance. Swayze’s eyes haven’t left the spot, the muscle in his jaw ticking in that way I love. The urge to involve him somehow takes hold and I can’t help but ask him.