“Who bought sex toys?” Rose stands in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room with a box wrapped in black plastic.
River pauses the game and quirks a brow as he glances over his shoulder at three of us.
“Not me,” Lovey and Lacey say at the same time.
“Also not me,” River says slowly, his inquisitive gaze lands on me as a smile spreads across his pretty face. River is disarmingly attractive when he smiles. He goes from morose and broody to adorable. “Which by default means it belongs to you.” He points a finger at me.
“Or maybe Josiah sent something here because he lives in an apartment building,” I say. Which is stupid, because I know that box belongs to me.
“The shade of red your face is turning tells me that’s unlikely,” River replies.
Rose hugs the box to her chest and takes a quick step backwards, toward the kitchen, which leads to the front door.
“Fine! It’s mine! And it’s not a sex toy!” I hop up from the couch and rush to grab the box from Rose, but she’s a trained dancer, so she’s bendy and fast as she spins out of reach and gazelle leaps across the room, using River as a barricade.
It’s a smart move. Out of everyone in this room, he’s the only person stronger than I am.
I don’t bother making a grab for it. She’s small and wiley, and she’s closer to the stairs than I am. I have a feeling she a fast runner.
“If it’s not a sex toy what is it?” She shakes the box. It doesn’t make a sound.
The odds that Rose will let this go are pretty slim.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell us,” Lovey says.
“Sharing is caring, though,” Rose argues, then sighs. “But fine, if you don’t want to show us what you bought, you don’t have to. But I live with BJ and he’s an open book. He’s all smiles after the two of you have sexy times. Which based on his happiness levels, is pretty damn often.”
“Give me the box and I’ll show you what I bought.”
She tosses it to me. I tear the plastic open, then slide my nail under the tape, peeling it away. Rose bounces a couple of times on the balls of her feet. My face is hot and my neck is sweaty. I fold back the flaps. Everything is still wrapped in plastic, but my lady business gets excited by the prospect of what might happen later tonight. When BJ gets home from skate practice.
I’m really glad we’re past the hold-off-on-sex-and-just-hang-out limbo I had us in last week. It felt justified considering the sheer number of post hook-ups we ran into the first week of classes, but I’m over it. Also, I’m really fucking horny and I need some pierced dick orgasms.
Rose snaps her fingers. “Earth to Winter. You get lost in the land of sex toy dreams?”
I pull out the plastic bag and wave it around. “See! It’s not a sex toy.”
Rose bounces over and grabs it, then peers inside the box. She holds it in front of my face. “This is a feather tickler.”
My face is super red. So so red. I’m so sweaty. I’ve never really had the kind of girlfriends who openly talk about sex like Rose does. It’s refreshing, but also embarrassing. “Uh yeah.” They had ones with floggers on the end, but I don’t think I’m into that kind of kink. This seems like a safe starting point.
She pokes at the satin ribbons that come with knot tying instructions and raises a brow. “I hate to break it to you Winter, but these are still considered sex toys.”
“She’s right. They are,” Lacey confirms.
The front door opens and the alarm beeps once. “Hey, hey! Where’s everyone at?” BJ appears in the doorway. His gaze bounces around the room, assessing, and finally lands on me. His brow quirks.
“Winter bought sex toys!” Rose holds the feather tickler out like it’s a magic wand. “Orgasmosis!”
His eyes light up. “The feathers came?” He grabs it out of Rose’s hand. “Yoink.” He wraps an arm around my waist, drops his chin to my shoulder and peers inside the box. “Fuck yeah. Look at you, getting all the fun stuff for us to play with.” He kisses my neck, then points the feather tickler at our friends, none of whom seem even remotely embarrassed by this. “Lovey, do me a solid and text Quinn that he should come over here after he’s done teaching. I think he’s done in like half an hour. We’ll be back later. Like in a couple of hours.”
She gives us the thumbs up. “On it. Have fun.”
“Oh, we will.” He laces our fingers. “Come on, Snowflake.”
“I wanna know who’s getting tied up with the silk scarves!” Rose shouts as BJ pulls me toward the front door.
I grab the feather tickler from BJ and shove it back in the box as he pulls me down the street to his house. I feel hella conspicuous right now holding a cardboard box with cherry tape on it. BJ takes a moment to scribble GO TO THE WATERS’ PLACE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. Then he locks the door and takes my face in his hands and slants his mouth over mine.
I’m still holding the box, though. So when he snakes an arm around my waist and tries to pull me closer, the box pokes him in the stomach.
He backs off and gives me a wicked smile. “Bedroom is probably the best place for this, eh?”
“I really love it when your Canadian hangs out.” His mom is from a place called Guelph. She says aboot instead of about and sometimes so does BJ. Occasionally he’ll drop an “eh”.
“I know.” His eyebrows dance on his forehead. “Let’s get naked and have some fun.”
He takes the box and my hand and tugs me toward his bedroom. As soon as the door is locked he dumps the contents out on his comforter and tears open the feather ticklers—I might have bought two because they were buy-one-get-one-free. I also bought the silk scarves because they were eighty percent off, and I added some lube even though most of the time I don’t need it, but I was five dollars away from free shipping.
He turns to me, his eyes wide with excitement. “Why are you still wearing clothes?”
I laugh as he tosses the feather tickler on the bed and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head. He pauses when he sees my bra. “This is new.” He cups them in his palms, thumbs brushing over my nipples through the satin and lace cups.
“I got it when we went bathing suit shopping.” It was seventy-five percent off in the clearance section and Rose convinced me that I could use a non-sports bra in my underwear drawer. And some matching panties. She’s not wrong.
“I like. A lot.” He drops his head and kisses my shoulder, fingertips skimming the lace edge. “Maybe it should stay on for a bit.” His hands drift down my sides and travel along the waistband of my jeans. His eyes stay on mine as he pops the button and drags the fly down and his knuckles brush over the matching panties.
I maybe got the email notification that the delivery was coming some time today and figured it’d be a good idea to pull out the sexy bra and panties.
His bottom lip slides between his teeth and his gaze drops as he tugs my jeans. It’s a bit of work to get them over my hockey butt and when he does, he drops to his knees and presses a kiss just below my navel, then shimmies them the rest of the way down. I step out of them and he runs his hands up the back of my bare legs while his lips skim the waistband of my panties.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, snowflake.”
“So are you.” I run my fingernails along the short hair at his temples.
He stands and gives my ass a brief squeeze, then yanks his shirt over his head. He loses the tie in his hair in the process, and it falls around his face. I let my gaze drop to his chest and my fingers drift along the art, tracing flower petals. The detail is incredible and I almost believe I’ll be able to wipe away the dew drops.
He lets me take my time exploring his skin, despite the aggressive way he’s tenting his joggers. I push them over his hips, along with his boxer briefs. His erection bobs free and I wrap my fingers around his length, stroking from base to crown. The tip is already weeping.
He groans an expletive and his jaw flexes as I drag my hand back down. On the next stroke, he covers my hand with his. “I am really fucking excited right now, Winter.”
“I can see that.” He swells in my palm.
His free hand curls into a fist. “You should maybe stop touching me like this when you look like my favorite wet dream.”
“Or maybe I should take the edge off for you so you can enjoy tormenting me the way I know you want to,” I suggest.
“It’s like we share a brain.” He takes my face between his palms and slants his mouth over mine, tongue sweeping inside on a possessive, needy stroke. He walks us back to the bed.
When he hits the mattress he sits down and tries to pull me up to straddle him.
I put a hand on his chest. “You need to lie back. I get to have my fun with you first.”
“Fuck, yes you do.” He knocks the empty box and the plastic bags to the floor and hands me the feather tickler, then slides back on the bed, folds his hands behind his head and reclines. “Bring it on, baby. Show me what you got.”
I stifle a giggle. “You’re so excited.”
“Hell yeah, I am. We had that one fun time with my tie and then I went and fucked shit up, I’ve been waiting for this for like…two thousands years.”
“More like two weeks.” I climb onto the bed and straddle him, but up high so his erection rests against my ass.
“Felt like for-fucking-ever.” He starts to unfold his arms, but I cup his elbows.
“Stay like this, please.”
“Yeah.” He nods. “Whatever you want. I’m yours to command, snowflake.”
I lean in and kiss him. When he moves to cup the back of my head I gently fold his arm behind his head again. “No touching. Not yet.”
“Right, right. I forgot.” He clasps his hands behind his head.
I pick up the feather tickler. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I loved the way it felt when he dragged his tie all over my body, so I figure if I do the same to him, he’ll probably like it. I start by dragging it gently along his neck and shoulder. He shivers and goosebumps rise on his arms. I continue to drag the feathers over his chest and nipples.
I brace one hand on his chest and lean in to suck his bottom lip between mine. At the same time I lift my ass. His erection slides along the divide. He groans and I sigh as I adjust my position, dragging the head and the piercing over my satin covered pussy. I remind myself that he’ll be inside me soon enough, and it’ll last way longer if I get him off first.
He unfolds his hands, but I grab his wrists and pin them beside his head, rolling my hips so I can feel his piercing against my clit. There’s a fabric barrier, but it still lights me up from the inside.
“I gotta be honest, snowflake. This take charge side is hot as fuck, and you in this bra and panties set.” His tongue drags across his bottom lip. “Fucking stunning.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I kiss him, rolling my hips in time to the strokes of our tongues for several beats. And then I lean back. “Keep your hands to yourself for a little longer.” I shimmy back so I’m sitting on his thighs and drag the feather down his stomach. I skirt his erection, which is lying on his stomach, and let the feathers brush along the inside of my thigh. I bite my lip to contain my own moan. The sensation is similar to a teasing brush of fingertips on skin. Gentle. Not enough, but with the promise of more.
I skim one side of his erection. He groans softly so I drag it down the other side. I use the feather to tease him for a minute, then bend to kiss him before I trail more kisses over his chest and down his abs until I reach his erection.
I edge my way between his thighs and take him in my hand, brushing my lips over the head. BJ’s jaw clenches and he balls his hands into tight fists. He screws his eyes shut and exhales hard through his nose. I wait until his eyes are on me again before I drag my tongue over the steel ball piercing the head.
He murmurs an expletive.
I kiss the tip, then lick around the head like it’s an ice cream cone.
“Can I please put my hands on you now?” BJ grinds out.
“If you want.” I cover the head and suck gently.
His fingers brush my cheek. “You’re killing me.”
I pop off, lips against the head as I murmur, “I bet you’re going to love returning the favor.”
“Sure am.” He grins, then groans again as I take him in my mouth again. His thumb skims the contour of my bottom lip as I bob up and down, careful to avoid hitting my teeth on his piercing. It doesn’t take long before he warns me he’s about to come.
As soon as he has command of his body again, he pulls me up and flips me onto my back. His mouth covers mine and I thread my hands through his hair and wrap my legs around his waist. He rolls his hips, his piercing rubs against my stomach and I know I’m in for some serious teasing.
He rids me of my bra and panties before he starts with the feather tickler. My body sings with need as he drags it over sensitive skin, finding places that make me sigh, and giggle and moan. Eventually he replaces it with his mouth and fingers.
He kisses a path down my body and loops his arms around my thighs and nuzzles against my inner thigh. “I want you to melt for me, snowflake.”
And I do.
I come twice before he rolls a condom on and fills me, and then again when he’s inside me.
I run my fingers through his damp hair. We’re both slick with sweat. “I think the feathers are a winner.”
“Definitely a new favorite.” He kisses my neck. “Next time we need to put those satin ribbons to use.”
“I can practice my girl scout knots on you,” I joke.
He lifts his head, eyes lit up with excitement. “I’m down for that.”
“Seriously?”
“Super seriously. Give me twenty minutes to recover. Unless you’re kidding?” He quirks a brow.
“I don’t have to be kidding.”
A salacious grin tips his mouth. “We’re going to have so much fun together, snowflake.”
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