Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,78
colour. Seriously, it goes up your doo-dah and it’s a wham bam, thank you ma’am. I’m confused to the vibrations set on it, but then I’m blonde, so hey, what the hell do I know?
Not having used it since before moving back home, I quickly think of something to use as lubricant. My mind runs wild, and I nearly squeal in triumph when I think of the lip balm I have in my handbag downstairs, but then choke it down.
Nearly tripping back over the blankets, I lob the bright pink dildo on the bed and rush over to the nursery. Mason or someone had put all the essentials on the changing mat. Talcum powder, baby shampoos are lined up with other bottles, so I grab the one I want... the baby oil.
It doesn’t take me long to switch out the lights, remove my pyjama bottoms and knickers, and lubricate the dildo.
That’s when I switch it on and no vibrations happen. Shit!! Maybe I need a new one. It has been sitting in a box for months on end with no one to play with it.
Switching the light back on I roll to the side and grab the remote. I’m hoping it carries the same batteries as the dildo because there is no way I’m calling Mason and asking him if he has any spares lying around. That would seriously be awkward.
Finally changing the batteries and placing the dead ones into the remote I roll to the other side, switch off the lamp and lay back down.
I’m breathing heavily and have to give myself a minute to relax.
All this trouble just to have an orgasm that only lasts a few seconds.
I lightly rub the vibrator across my already wet slit, the vibrations making me feel crazy. Now I know why they added the vibrations, I think as I run it across my clit.
I’m drowning in pleasure in just a few seconds of having it near me, so I gently run it back up and down once, before coating it with my arousal, making it more lubricated.
It feels uncomfortable at first as I enter and pull it back out, the rubber feel of the vibrator rubbing harshly against my sex. Grabbing the baby oil I pour some more on, making it slide in easier, bit by bit.
Once fully in I begin to relax back down on the plush cushions, the blanket now down by my feet.
The light flicks on and I let out a startling scream, my hands grabbing for the blanket to cover myself up. Once I’m covered I look towards the door, hoping to God it isn’t Harlow or any of Mason’s brothers, but when I turn and see Mason’s face, I start to wish it was one of them.
“You need a hand?’’ he says quietly, quirking an eye.
“Um...no,’’ I stutter, my face flaming hot and most likely bright red.
“Are you sure? You looked like you were struggling.’’
“No. Not struggling. Why don’t you go um... take a shower,’’ I suggest, really needing him out of here.
Just my luck he walks in when I’m finally getting myself some, not that I used it for that previously.
Mason walks around the bedroom to my side of the bed, before turning the lights down low by the switch next to my side of the bed, leaving the room lit in a dim glow.
Sitting next to me he puts one arm over me, and the other one symmetrical, but on the side nearest to us, the move making it feel like he’s caging me in.
“What...w-what are you doing?’’ I ask when he brings his head down lower, and for a second I nearly forget about the dildo still half inside of me. It must have fallen out when I grabbed the blanket in a hurry to cover myself up.
“Denny...why do you have a dildo between your legs?’’ he asks, and he makes the question sound so normal, like it’s asked every day. I’m completely mortified and I duck my chin as low as it can go, but he only removes the hand nearest us both and uses it to prop my chin up. “Answer me.’’
“Because... because... fuck sake Mason, just because,’’ I snap, my hand reaching down to switch it off. The vibrations are starting to send me dizzy and the heat from embarrassment and the heat from the vibrations are making it hard for me to breathe.
“Oh no you don’t,’’ he says, stopping my hand from reaching down between my legs. “Now tell me.’’