She doesn’t have to ask twice. I shed my pants like it’s an Olympic sport. A moment later, I’ve got the fleshlight lubed up and am slowly stroking myself into it.

Not bad.

Not quite the real thing, but since Rachel has just pulled her panties off and is sliding the quietly buzzing vibe against her seam, I’m more worried about getting off too quickly.

“Look at you,” I groan. Her knees have fallen apart, thighs parted, and I can see her, pink and gorgeous and glistening. “Look at you.”

We’re both quiet for a moment, and there’s something so intense about this, about the abandoned look on her face, the motion of her hand between her legs. I can see all of her at once, and it’s really, really doing it for me. I have to slow down and ease up so I can stay with her.

The vibe is right on her clit now, and her thighs are trembling. She’s watching my hand. Her mouth is open, her lips soft and wet.

I have to stop stroking completely.

“Brody.”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“This isn’t going to make me come.”

“No?”

“No.” She shakes her head and glares down at it. “I’m going to need my money back. I’m going to get that Cadillac thing next time. Or maybe the rabbit?”

“Or both,” I suggest. “You should probably buy stock. Would that be a conflict of interest?”

We’re both laughing, and it occurs to me that I don’t think I’ve ever thought of sex as fun before. Which probably means I was doing it wrong.

Or just with the wrong women.

She sobers up and gives me a super serious look. “Will you help me?”

My cock jerks in the clasp of silicone and my fist. “Jesus, Rachel. Of fucking course.”

I reach to take the vibe from her, but she shuts it off and sets it aside, then unhooks her bra. “Your mouth.”

Rachel asking for my mouth will go down for all eternity as a peak life experience.

She’s so fucking pretty, leaning up on her elbows. Not just her brown-tipped tits and that small, neat strip of hair and the shine of arousal on her pussy—although hell, I’m not complaining about any of that. But the curiosity and anticipation on her face. The sexy half smile. The bright glint in her eyes.

She hands me the warming gel. “Dessert,” she says, the smile getting bigger, the glint naughtier.

I kneel and tug her down to the edge of the bed. Slick her with gel. Cover her with my mouth. Even through the fake strawberry flavor, I can taste how aroused she is. Her clit is big and swollen under my tongue, probably too sensitive right now for direct contact. So I slide two fingers into her, crook them up until she gasps and lifts off the bed, and work her g-spot.