His finger stopped moving and he cupped her between her legs.
She whimpered, pressed closer and pushed her h*ps against his hand.
Phenomenal.
“Faye,” he growled.
“Toy,” she whispered then quickly, “Chace, your finger.”
But he was caught up in visions of Faye touching herself with a toy.
Good ones.
Really good ones.
“Where is it?” he asked, his voice low, gruff.
Her h*ps kept pushing and now her hands were moving with agitation over his skin.
“What?” she asked.
“Your toy. Where is it?”
Her head tipped back and oh f**king yeah.
She was turned on. Huge.
“Why?” she whispered.
“’Cause I’m gonna use it on you,” he whispered back.
“Nightstand,” she answered immediately, so hot, so cute, she wanted that and she wanted it bad.
Fuck. Amazing.
He dipped his head and took her mouth in a long, wet, deep, wild kiss then twisted just his torso to hold their position, hoping to Christ it was in the nightstand at his side.
It was.
He didn’t hesitate to turn it on and position it.
Like he expected, she reacted violently to this but in a good way, pressing her tits deep in his chest, holding on tight, her nails scraping the skin of his back, her face soft, lips parted, h*ps jerking against the vibrator.
And he got to watch.
It was f**king brilliant.
His voice now hoarse, when she was close, he asked, “How’d they do it?”
“Wh… what?” she gasped, her h*ps now jerking.
Christ.
Hot.
“In your book, baby,” he prompted and she tried to focus on him but failed. He pressed the toy harder to her clit, rolling it and growled, “Faye.”
“All fours,” she panted.