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Lucy doesn't mean to do it, but nothing gets her as worked up as a shift like this, working with Tim by her side. She's taken that cold shower and read a few pages and there's still that familiar ache between her legs. Her breath comes out in a sigh and she feels her face heat up when she pictures him first. She bites her lip and feels a little thrill of anticipation, knowing she'll give in and allow herself to have this again. Maybe just this once.
She strips off the baggy t-shirt and when she leans down to drop it on the floor, she pauses. Her suitcase is sitting in the corner and she knows she packed the vibrator that always gets her off. So if she's trying to speed this up, just to get this done, why not?
Lucy sucks in a long breath and squeezes her eyes shut, trying to conjure up an image that will work. Everything around her fades into a blur as she starts to gently squeeze the soft skin of her breasts in a way he might, like he almost came close earlier when they sat cuddled up together and he kept brushing up against her.
She trails one hand down between her legs and a pang of guilt hits when her fingers part her folds and dip into the wetness that's already built. The vibrator might actually fit today, when she's this soaked. His hands would be bigger, maybe less impatient when teasing her. The thought of his fingers wet with her juices flush her face even more and she dips her head back, letting herself indulge in it.
She fumbles for the vibrator next to her and lets it tease her slit before she pushes the tip of the toy into her pussy and it's not enough at all. The feeling of fullness is there, but there's a weight missing to it. Forcing it further inside her doesn't change the lack of something at all and she's already frustrated with this.
A tiny (she swears) moan slips out when she finally lets her fingers tease her clit, the familiar jolts of pleasure already building up. "Fuck, Tim," she mutters. Her other hand lets go of her bruised nipple and finds the base of the vibrator again. She's getting so, so close.
With a sudden bang, her bedroom door flies wide open and then so do her eyes. She instantly recognizes him in her doorway, despite the fact that she can't see his face clearly with the bright artificial light behind him.
"Tim?!" Lucy hurries to wrap the sheet around her body and her glare with her hair a mess framing her face is almost feral.
"Shit, sorry!" The sheet barely covers her at all and he briefly wonders if she's aware and if there could be a tiny chance this is intentional. The sight is so gorgeous he forgets to breathe. "I heard you. You…" he begins, then almost regrets coming in at all, "I was just checking up on you."
"Why the…you didn't have to come in here!"
"I knocked! And you didn't answer!" He almost yells it, his eyebrows drawn together in concern before he breaks into a smile, "...and I heard my name."
She throws her hands up to cover her face with it. This isn't how she thought she would die but it looks like she might just disappear. "Sorry. This is so embarrassing."
He takes a step towards her and takes in her appearance, her pink cheeks and the shape of her body underneath the sheet. "Don't be, sorry I ruined it. It's…you're gorgeous like this. Are you always this…vocal?"
"I am not loud."
"Only when you think about me?" He asks, almost sounding casual.
She shakes her head in desperate protest, although he can probably spot the lie in her eyes. It's been him for a while and now it's not only written all over her face. "Oh my God."
"Then let me apologize for ruining it for you. So what does it look like when you do?"
"What?" It's not a squeak, but it comes close.
"Or do you want me to leave?" He runs his hand over his neck. Maybe this wasn't meant for him after all.
She gets up on her elbows, the sheet slipping down her chest, and shakes her head. He can barely take his eyes off of her, drinking up every detail. Her skin looks so soft and he itches to run his hands over it.
The mattress dips when he puts his knee on it and Lucy doesn't flinch away. She's surprised she isn't feeling as exposed as she possibly should when he kneels down beside her. "Then show me what you were doing?" he suggests gently, "what has gotten you this worked up?"
A shiver runs down Lucy's spine and it feels like she's cornered, but wrapped in something entirely safe. She squints against the light flowing in through the door from the living room, although she can see his face better now, with him that close.
Tim tugs on the sheet and it slowly slips further down, revealing her breasts rising with every barely-suppressed heavy breath, then the damn vibrator between her legs. Of course, that's what he spots immediately and she perhaps should be mortified. His hand curls around her thigh, pressing it back, and a wave of heat seems to embrace her entire body, "let me do it," he mumbles and settles on his stomach, "you really were close, weren't you."
He nudges the base of the vibrator, forcing more of it inside her when she already feels too stretched around it, and her fingers dig into the sheet.
"Sorry," he laughs.
"I was getting there!"
"Of course you were," he says as his hand presses down on her stomach, "relax, you're so tense. Or this isn't going to work."
She wants to cover her eyes again, but there's no chance she can look away when Tim's sitting on her bed, staring down at her, holding onto that vibrator that's still glistening.
He settles on his stomach between her legs and that is a whole new point of view she's dreamed about too many times. "Show me how you do it on your own at first then."
"Uhm…"
Lucy bites the inside of her cheek and reaches down, her fingers trailing over his hand still assuringly resting on her stomach. The muscles in her thighs are tense and she's shaking a bit when she feels the wetness between her legs again. It must be quite the picture for him and him watching only seems to turn her on more. This time, the feeling of her own fingers rubbing over her clit is even more frustrating, even though she's so on edge and he's so close his warm breath ghosts over her pussy. Her heart is racing and she wonders if his does, too. His breathing is just as uneven.
Tim leans his cheek against her thigh and finally pushes the tip of her vibrator to her entrance. "Are you close?"
"No," she grits out, because she doesn't want to come now anyway, without him even getting involved, "weren't you going to help?"
He shakes his head disapprovingly and dear god, if he wants to start arguing with her now…she breathes out a curse and gets another glare in response. That doesn't seem to do much. He flicks her greedy hand away from her clit, replacing it with his tongue, and she keens. The sensation is so sudden she almost comes instantly, her back arching off the bed, grinding herself further against his mouth.
She should have known he'd be good with his tongue. The noises he makes are almost obscene. He sucks her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it and she stifles a groan with the back of her hand until she gets an overwhelming urge to touch him back. She lets herself reach down and scrape her nails over his head and he grunts in response, finally giving the vibrator just another shove so the tip slides into her pussy. It happens too fast then, her orgasm builds too quickly under his tongue and the damn toy he pushes further into her every time she moves. She comes with his name on her lips and her nails digging into his scalp, not enough to stop his relentless ministrations. He calmly licks her through her orgasm until she turns, trying to escape his grip and he looks up at her with a wolfish grin.
Her eyes fall shut and she draws in a long breath. The room is swimming until Tim's voice barges through it all and she feels how he's crawled up her body and is pressing against her. "Do I get to kiss you now?"
It sucks that he feels like he has to ask, even if it's a half-joke, and she pushes herself up to frame his face with her hands and kisses him deeply, not even giving in to the urge of nipping at his lip. There's a new intimacy to this, even though it appears they've been doing this backwards.
He kisses her neck and feels her pulse flutter underneath her skin, still racing like she hasn't calmed down at all yet. It doesn't fit her tone when she fumbles for words and then tries her best to sound casual. "What about you?"
Without a word, she cups his hard length through his pants and watches his face carefully when she dips her hand into them to feel him without the barriers between them.
He doesn't complain when Lucy starts dragging his pants down his hips. She drags her lips over his neck when he takes over to speed things up and it's a tiny victory, knowing he's just as impatient. But when she finally gets a good look, she pauses.
"You're…" She stops herself from telling him how large he feels, warm and heavy in her hand, because he absolutely knows and she's not going to feed into that smirk again, no matter how much she loves it.
"Trust me. We just need to get you to relax again."
He can't help but push himself into her hand when she lets her fingers trail down his length. "I am relaxed."
"If you say so."
He dips his head down to her breasts and probes for her reaction when he licks over her bruised nipples that she was a little too rough on herself. She arches up against his mouth. So sensitive, just as he'd expected her to be. Maybe she'll let him be a little rough some other time.
By the time he lets himself have this, she keeps trying to line his cock up with trembling fingers herself and he's been getting no small amount of pleasure of only lazily pushing the tip inside her before going in for another kiss instead. The taste of her neck, her mouth, hell, her forehead, he doesn't want any of it to disappear.
So when he nips at her jaw and lets himself sink deeper into her pussy, she doesn't expect it and moans his name helplessly.
This is so different from the toy before. He's big and it hurts at first, but she doesn't want this to stop, as strange as this feels, like she has nowhere to move.
"Let me." Lucy paws at his shoulder and he stills immediately. For once he doesn't comment, just shifts off her and to his back to let her climb on top of him. This is easier, he knows, and he hands some of that control over to her. Maybe he's losing his mind, just a bit.
The hair at the back of her neck is clammy when he curls his hand around it to pull her down into a kiss. She melts into it easily, her arms wrapping around his neck as if she's always belonged there. The steady thrum of his pulse hums underneath his skin, reverberating back through every part of her body.
It doesn't take long for him to appreciate this new angle where he gets to watch his cock slowly push further inside her, feel the almost unbearable tight squeeze of her muscles and watch her face while she rocks against him. The flush covering her cheeks and neck and then her mouth falling open every time she gets closer. Until his length really disappears fully inside her and he barely resists the urge to thrust up, trailing his hands from her thighs up her sides.
"Look at that, all the way in. Well done, baby." He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, reading her dazed expression. "Lucy."
"Huh?"
"I said, look."
She drops her hands to his chest and rips her gaze away from his face down to where they're joined and his cock is spreading her open.
"So pretty," he murmurs. It's a sight he memorizes and he raises his hand to rub over her clit. A tiny moan escapes her as she works his length into her, grinding down on him under his words of encouragement. She's never felt this filled up before, like she couldn't possibly take more.
His fingers dig into her hips in an attempt to keep still himself, but it's not going well and he keeps thrusting up into her, meeting her halfway. She gasps every time it happens and that's slowly becoming his favorite sound.
He'd be worried he's hurting her if she didn't keep assuring him she loves the feel of him. And he loves everything about this, how hard she tries to be good, and then how much she ends up being the exact opposite sometimes. She's so hot and tight around him that it's addicting and there's no way he can go back to how it once was, without any of this.
"Fuck," he grunts when he's so close to coming and she clenches even tighter around him at the sound of his voice. Tim lets his vice-like grip on her hip go and his thumb finds her clit, rubbing over the oversensitive little spot every time she sinks down on his cock. Her orgasm is dizzying, not only to herself, but to him watching her fall forward and feeling how she tightens.
Something about this and the noises that fall from her mouth definitely short-circuits his brain. Lucy squeals when he turns them over so he can take what he needs, rutting into her mercilessly while silencing his groans in her neck, breathing in her scent. That scent is exactly what he's been missing, it's something he's been craving, unconsciously, and now he gets to have it. It's over too quick, his cum so hot inside her she can feel how it fills her differently until it leaks out of her.
He pulls the sheet over both of them and it smothers the fear she had of him leaving the room quickly, of regret and leaving her behind.
"You do this a lot?" She asks as she hears the vibrator drop to the floor somewhere.
He shrugs and stretches his arms over his head before wrapping his body around hers. "Who doesn't like toys? Think about how much fun it would be to keep you full and stretched and ready for me all day while we ride."
Lucy whimpers at the idea, against her will, and the smirk is back when he looks down at her, with a hint of pride flashing up that she rolls her eyes at.
"I wonder how needy you'd be after a few hours," Tim ponders and snakes an arm around her, drawing her closer towards himself. "Knowing you'd always be ready for me. How long would it take until you'd beg me to take it out and fuck you instead?"
She shifts to feel the slight soreness in her core and winces. Maybe not just like this. He can't help but cup her chin to brush his lips over hers again. "Not this one," she mumbles into the touch.
"No. Something easier. What if we got a remote one and I got to hold onto the control for it when we go out for drinks with the others?" Tim threads their fingers together and he feels her lips twitch into a smile against his chest. "Hm, Luce? What do you think?"