Work In Progress (Red Lipstick Coalition #3) - Staci Hart Page 0,81
the base of the box.
“Come on, Melia, lemme see.”
“Ah! No! Stop it—ahhhhahaha!” She squealed and squeaked and wriggled against me.
I almost forgot about the box completely for a second.
“What’s in the box?” I asked, inching my tickling hand higher.
“Nothing! Ah! Tommy, oh my God, stop!” She laughed the words, defying the laws of speech.
“Not until you gimme the box,” I answered, curling around her to bury my face in her neck.
“Oh!” she gasped around giggles, arching her back.
The surprise had the desired effect. Her hand relaxed long enough for me to yank the box free.
“Aha!” I crowed, whipping the box away from her and into the air where she couldn’t reach it.
She spun around. Her eyes shot wide, irises ringed with white like a spooked horse. “Tommy, gimme that. Gimme!” She jumped for it, scrabbling at my arm.
“There’s no way I’m not finding out what’s inside of this. You should have told me it was tampons or footie pajamas or something.”
She groaned, her face tight and flushed with mortification.
“Hmm, what could it be?” I said as I turned for the kitchen. Her hands were all over me, and that in itself brought its own satisfaction. “What could have you so worked up, Melia? Maybe it’s an—oof!”
I lurched as she jumped on my back like a monkey, one arm around my neck tight enough to crush my larynx, the other reaching for the box. I didn’t have time to jerk it away. Her fingers caught the lid. The box tumbled out of my hands and hit the ground, the lid flying off in a somersault.
The contents rolled out and bumped into my bare foot.
We froze, staring down at the purple silicone dick, the cacophony of sound and motion gone instantly. Her heart was beating so hard, I could feel the thump of it against my spine. Her breath was shallow in my ear.
I burst out laughing, hinging at the waist to prop my hand on my thigh. Amelia let go of my neck and slid off my back. But when she stepped around me and her hand entered my field of vision, I snapped to action and swiped the dildo before she could get her little hands on it.
“Tommy,” she groaned. “Give that back!”
I turned to face her, making a show of inspecting the rubber cock with both hands and my full attention. “Twelve whole inches. This might set some unrealistic expectations.”
“Oh my God,” she said from behind her hands.
“I mean, Jesus. This thing is like an Easton.” I grabbed it just above the balls and swung it like a baseball bat, clucking my tongue with a pop like I’d cracked a homer.
Another groan. Her face was so red, her eyes sparkled like diamonds.
I smirked shamelessly and spun it like a helicopter in front of my hips. “That is some serious heat Stevie Schlong is packing.”
“Donny,” she squeaked.
My brows knit together, and I glanced from her to the purple cock. “Donny?”
“Donny Dong, not Stevie Schlong.”
“You named it?”
“I didn’t,” she huffed, lunging for it. “Sexbangers did.”
I laughed, holding it over my head. It flopped uselessly around. “Him or me, Melia? Take your pick.”
“Him,” she said without hesitation, jumping for it. “Now, give it!”
“Donny Dong with the floppy schlong, diddled Amelia till it didn’t feel wrong.”
“Ugh, you are the worst, Thomas Bane!” Her face scrunched up in anger, and she stepped back, propping her hands on her hips. “It was a gift. I did not ask for it or buy it. I wanted a pour-over, not a dick! And certainly not a dick that big.” She flung a hand in its direction. “I don’t think that’ll even fit into a single orifice in my body.”
I inspected it thoughtfully for a second, then held it out, closed one eye, and measured it against her torso. “Hmm, you might be tasting plastic for a week if you get it all the way in.”
Her brows were so close together, there was nothing but a single angry crease between them. “You are awful.”
I pretended I hadn’t heard her and took a step toward her. “But you know something?”
She didn’t budge.
I didn’t waver. My eyes were on the cock, and my cock was thinking about her. “You can take more than you think.”
Her eyes were hard, but I didn’t miss the flicker of desire behind them.
I shrugged and offered the purple dong, which she swiped from my palm and tucked comically under her arm.