Chapter 49
Lydia
The vast assortment of dildos and vibrators I’ve acquired over the past three years is lying next to me on the bed. “Which one?” I ask softly, goose bumps covering my naked flesh.
I never once masturbated in front of Darren. There was never a need. Once we got started having sex six months into dating as teenagers, we had sex virtually every day and were basically never apart.
“Don’t use your dildo to start,” Colby says. “I want your fingers first. Your fingers are my tongue. My voice is my cock.”
“Ooooh. Delicious.”
Colby strips off his clothes and takes his usual chair at the foot of my bed and I’m struck by how strong and powerful his body looks nowadays. Other than those burn scars marking the left side of his torso and, of course, the slight limp he still bears—which should be completely gone within the next three weeks or so—there’s nothing about Colby’s appearance that even hints at the horror he went through mere months ago.
Settling into his chair, Colby spreads his thighs to give me an unimpeded view of his hard cock and balls. Even from here, I can see the glistening wetness already seeping from the tip of his erect penis.
“You’re already wet for me,” I whisper. “God, I wish I could lick that up.”
He swirls the wetness pooled at his tip with his fingertip. “Tell me how you’d do it.”
Rather than tell him, I show him by lapping my tongue against the tip of my thumb, and Colby reacts by groaning and gripping his cock. “And then I’d take you into my mouth, all the way, and suck you until you were shooting your load straight down my throat,” I add. It’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever said out loud in my life. And, man, it felt delicious to say it. Indeed, if I’m being honest, all this dirty-talk I’ve been doing with Colby this past week hasn’t just made me feel naughty or sexy. It’s made me feel free.
Colby increases the speed of his hand job. “Touch yourself now, sweetheart. Open your folds wide and show me every inch of you. I wanna see your hard clit. Oh, yeah. That’s it. Now, suck on your finger. That’s it, baby. Make your fingertip extra wet and then swirl your clit around with it and pretend it’s my tongue.”
I do as I’m told and softly moan with pleasure.
“Now move your clit back and forth. Side to side. Slowly, baby. One... two. What’s your rush? Slow it down. One... two. Thaaaat’s it. Nice and slow for me. Oh, yeah, you’re a sexy little thing.” Colby shifts in his seat and emits a tortured sound that sends a shockwave of excitement zinging into my epicenter as I fondle myself. “Good girl. I wish your finger could be my tongue so fucking bad.” He licks his lips. “I remember how good you taste. I’m counting the seconds until I get to taste your sweet pussy again.”
My toes are tingling. My core is tightening into a dull, delicious ache. “Colby. Oh, God. I need to go faster.”
“No, baby. You do as I say. Nice and slow. One. Two. One. Two. Just like that.” He pumps his shaft slowly in synchronicity with the way I’m touching myself.
I rarely have orgasms by touching myself. I’m a dildo kind of girl. And I’ve certainly never gotten off by touching myself this slowly before... But, I’ll be damned, a couple more purposeful touches at the rhythm commanded by Colby and, suddenly, I’m hit with a slow-rolling orgasm that rips a long, low moan from my throat. “Oh. I’m coming in a deep rumbling wave.”
Colby’s eyes darken with heat. “You look so sexy when you get off, Lydia.”
I bite my lip. “I want you.”
“I know you do. That’s the idea. Now let’s get you there again before I fuck you with that dildo.”
“I want you inside me. I don’t want the dildo. I want you.”
“I know you do. And, believe me, I want you, too. I’m imagining myself balls deep inside you right now, fucking you so hard your eyes roll back into your head. But we’ve come this far. We’re gonna go all the way. I made a promise and I’m gonna keep it.”
I groan. “Let’s do it, Colby. Forget our promises. I don’t feel guilty. I feel free. I feel sexy. I want you. Please. I’m ready.”
A wicked smile spreads across Colby’s glorious face. He licks his lips while continuing to pump his shaft. “I love hearing you beg. You have no idea how much it gets me off. But we’re gonna stick to the program. No regrets that way. I’m still your patient, remember? And torture is part of our fun. Now grab your dildo, baby. The pink one. And slip the tip inside you. Just the tip.”
Shaking with arousal, I do as I’m told.
“Spread your thighs wider. I want to see every inch of your pussy as it widens to let it in. Oh, God. That’s nice. Now slide it all the way in slowly.”
I begin sliding the dildo inside me.
“Even slower than that, baby. Yeah, just like that. Oh, for the love of fuck. So good.” He quickens the movement of his hand on his cock. “Now fuck yourself with it.”
I’m trembling. Quaking. This feels so... erotic. Why the hell is this turning me on so damned much?
“Beg me again. I love hearing you beg.”
I beg him again. And then again and again and again. Until, finally, a whimper of agony escapes my mouth and an orgasm slams into me.
“So sexy,” he says when I come down. He sucks in air through his gritted teeth while stroking his dick. “Now turn the dildo on the lowest setting. Just the thruster. No vibration on your clit just yet.”
I comply. . . and instantly, at the sensation of the dildo knocking against my G-spot, I’m clinging to the edge yet again.
His blue eyes darkening with desire, Colby leaves his chair, crawls to me like a panther, straddles my hips, places his hand over mine on the dildo, and assumes control of the movement of my toy. He leans over me and whispers into my ear, letting his warm breath tickle my cheek. “I’m fucking you, Lydia. So hard, my balls are slapping against you. My face is buried in your tits. I’m sucking your nipple. My finger is up your ass.”
I cry out with excitement.
I feel the warmth of his lips hovering just over my ear. “Now turn on the rabbit. Lowest setting.”
I follow his instructions and the minute the silicon rabbit vibrates against its target, I jerk violently, immediately on the cusp of a savage orgasm. Without meaning to do it, I brush my knuckles lightly against Colby’s balls, just barely, and he jerks and groans like I’ve sucked his tip.
At his reaction, I lose all self-restraint. I brazenly stroke the underside of his balls. “Fuck me,” I grit out. “Forget the game. I won’t feel guilty. I’ll feel nothing but good.”
He’s shuddering at my touch. “Quiet now, baby. Keep your hands to yourself.” He lets out a ragged breath. “Lydia.”
I arch my back and run my fingernails lightly across his balls, determined to break him. But I’ve miscalculated. At my touch, Colby gasps, stiffens on top of me, and shoots his warm load all over my breasts.
“Oh, fuck,” I grit out, my arousal boiling over and releasing into an orgasm. I moan and writhe, reveling in the naughty pleasure I’m feeling.
And my eyes stay dry.
And it’s no wonder: I feel nothing but pleasure. No guilt. No shame. No conflict. This is the man I want—the man I love—and anyone who doesn’t like it can go fuck themselves. Including my mother-in-law.
When my climax subsides, I feel ravenous for Colby. I swipe my fingers into the puddle on my chest and suck it off my fingers, my eyes trained on Colby’s, and he exhales like he’s in acute pain.
“You’re trying to break me,” he whispers, his chest heaving.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m ready.”
He winks. “Good things come to those who wait.” He moves off me, turns me on my side and spanks my ass, making me yelp. And then he laughs, slides off the bed, and walks slowly to the bathroom.
“You’re still supposed to be using a crutch, Mr. Morgan!” I call after him.
“Thanks, Physical Therapist Lydia! How’s my cum taste?”
I giggle. “Great! Did you do those stretching exercises I gave you as homework?”
“I sure did! Plus I wacked off thinking about you twice!”
I sink into my bed, smiling from ear to ear. “I don’t think I’m going to survive eighteen more days.”
“We’ve come this far. We’re going to see it through. If I fuck you now and you shed a single tear, I’ll never forgive myself.” I hear the shower turn on. “Get in here with me, babe. You’re gonna wash yourself for my pleasure.”
I get up from the bed. “I can’t wait eighteen days, Colby. I’m serious. I’m gonna crack. I apologize in advance, but I’m gonna freakin’ crack.”
“I’ll stay strong for both of us,” Colby says. “You forget I’ve run marathons and triathlons. I know what it means to stick to a training program and never deviate, no matter the pain involved. That’s all we’re doing here, baby. Training for race day.”
I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, my arms crossed over my bare chest, looking at my superhero through the clear Plexiglas of my shower door. “You look amazing, Colby. You’re a new man.”
He flashes an adorable smile. “Thanks to you.”
I watch him showering for a moment, mesmerized by the movement of his soapy hands across his beautiful, muscular body.
“Hey, do me a favor,” he says as he slides a bar of soap across his tattooed chest. “The day of our last appointment the Monday after I get back from Maui, clear your entire calendar that day, besides me. We’re going to have our first official date right after my appointment.”
“Ooh la la. Sounds fun.”
Colby smiles. “Hey, pervert,” he says. “Quit staring at my balls and get your gorgeous ass in here. I want to wash you from head to toe.”
“I wasn’t aware Jane Austen took hot showers with her gentlemen callers.”
“I’m not gonna touch you. The washcloth will. Same thing as me fucking you with a dildo.”
I giggle and glide happily toward the shower. “We’re never going to make it another eighteen days, Colby. You realize that, right? We’re hanging on by the barest of threads.”
“Speak for yourself. I’m totally gonna make it. And in the meantime, I’m gonna make sure we have as much fun torturing ourselves as humanly possible.”