Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,48

silver paper.

I’d called Annie after I decided to take the internship, and she’d reinforced my decision. She came over and helped me pack, talking about everything, and then insisted on returning to take me to the airport. She’d shoved the present at me before driving away.

I returned to the bedroom, flopping down and sliding the little folded piece of paper open.

So you don’t miss Landon. You’re welcome.

I ripped into the wrapping paper, and when I saw what was underneath, I was so startled I dropped the box entirely. I glanced up at the window, my cheeks warming as I crossed the room and closed the drapes.

I went back to the bed and scooped the gift off the floor, turning the box over. A clear plastic window allowed me to view the contents.

It was a glass dildo. Clear. Holy shit. I should’ve expected this from her, should’ve known something was up when she smirked as she handed me the gift and suggested I open it on the plane.

I’d never owned a sex toy before. Annie probably had seven of them, one for each day of the week, because she was bold like that. I mean, I knew how to take care of myself. I wasn’t a saint or something, I’d just never gotten the guts up to walk into a store like that and just buy something like this.

I stared at the box, trying to ignore the intrigue rising like a tide. Wondering what it would feel like against my skin, smooth and cold, when all I’d ever felt was the hot flesh of the real thing.

I glanced at the door again, confirming it was locked. Confirming the drapes were still shut. I was flushed already, anticipation growing as I slid the covers of the bed back, as I slipped my shorts down my legs and climbed into bed, the box in my hand.

I ripped the box open, the toy sliding onto the bed. My hand gripped it, the glass as cool and unforgiving as I’d imagined.

The image of it in Landon’s hand struck, hard. He would push me back on the bed, a devilish grin on his face as he teased this back and forth against me. I felt myself growing wet at the thought of him forcing this inside me, stretching me.

But Landon was thousands of miles away, so I’d have to make do without his assistance.

I laid back against the pillows. For some odd reason I wanted to pull the blankets up, cover myself as it to be modest. But that was silly, because the room was empty.

I let my legs fall open, one knee bent up, and reached down, my fingers sliding across my clit. The dildo sat beside me, the cold glass touching my hip as I prepared myself.

I was wet already, anticipating the way it would feel. Thinking, again, of the way Landon would ram it into me, as unrelenting as the glass, if only he were there.

I plunged a finger inside myself, drawing out the slick heat, alternating between my clitoris and my slit. Back and forth, until I was hot and panting and ready for something a little more… solid.

I picked up the dildo again, my heart hammering faster. In this moment, I wasn’t sure why I’d never bothered to walk into a sex shop.

I teased it along my slit, rubbing it up and down, so that the friction rubbed my clit and the end of it rubbed at my opening. I made myself wait, tried to be as patient as Landon had been our last night together. But I didn’t have his restraint, and the glass was growing slick, making my pulse thrum harder.

Remembering him, the way he’d touched me, slid into me, only made me hotter.

I spread my legs father, my knees falling open, and adjusted the angle of the dildo, pushing the tip inside me.

I thought of Landon’s tip.

I gasped at the pleasure, at the unexpected feel of the unforgiving glass. It stretched me wide, yet slid in with so little resistance. I pushed it further and further, until my hand, wrapped around the base, hit the base of my thighs.

And then I stilled. Relishing the full feeling of the dildo buried deep. Forcing my breathing to stay calm, even as my body quivered with the mounting pressure.

I pulled it out, then plunged it back in, my pulse spiking again. My pussy clenching around the glass. I began pumping it in and out, moaning at the thickness, and that unrelenting