Free Dare To Love Series: Dreaming Up a Dare (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Catherine Gayle Page A

before…” He cut himself off and shook his head. “Before. Anyway, last night after you went to bed, I took it out of the packaging and charged it. Made sure I knew how it worked. Just in case. I didn’t think things would progress between us so fast, but I hoped they might. Besides, it’s always a good idea to be prepared for the unexpected, since you never know what life might decide to throw at you.”
    “Like some crazy-looking vibrator,” I said.
    “Not crazy. It’s a couple’s vibe. You can wear it while we’re together.” He pointed at the long, straight side. “This part slips inside you. The other end holds it in place and stimulates your clit. Both ends vibrate, so we can both feel it.”
    Now that he’d explained it, I could see how it would work. The long end was small and thin enough that he’d be able to fit alongside it.
    “And you want to use this now?” I said. Cautiously. My voice definitely came out more tentative than I wished I sounded.
    “I do. I want to make you come harder than you ever have before. I want to feel you squeezing the hell out of my cock while I’m inside you because you just can’t take it anymore.”
    When he said it like that, I wanted it, too. My body clenched in response, almost as if he were already there.
    “You all right with that?” he asked.
    “Yes.” I surprised myself with the surety of my response.
    He opened the lube and squeezed some on the vibrator, spreading it around with his fingers until it covered every blessed inch. Before he slipped it inside me, his eyes met mine and held. It went in so easily and felt so small I wondered if I’d even be able to feel it at all. Then he pressed a button, and it started buzzing.
    I jumped at first. The vibrations were almost silent but startling in their intensity.
    “Powerful, hmm?” Jackson said, his lips curling upward. “It’ll last for a couple of hours, too. Probably longer than we will.”
    There wasn’t a chance in hell I’d last ten minutes, let alone a couple of hours at this rate. I was already bearing down, so close to orgasm that I’d get there within seconds if something didn’t happen to change it.
    Jackson reached into his pocket, and that very something in question happened—the vibrations slowed almost to a stop.
    “Oh,” I said, both relieved and disappointed at the same time.
    He took a round device made of the same black silicone and gold plating out of his pocket and held it up. When he tilted it, the vibrations intensified again, causing me to suck in a massive breath in order to keep from jumping off the bed. “Remote control,” he said, chuckling at my reaction. “Thought it would be fun.”
    I made a grab for it, but it wasn’t hard for him to keep it well out of my reach. His arms had to be almost twice as long as mine. Then I pouted. “If you keep that up, and you don’t hurry up and get naked with me, you’re going to miss out. Because I’m going to come—hard—and then I’ll be way too sensitive for more.”
    “Wouldn’t be the end of the world as long as I get to watch.” He started undoing the buttons on his shirt, though, while keeping the remote secure in his right hand.
    When he flipped it on its side, the buzzing let off a bit. Until he pressed another button. Then it started pulsing rhythmically, which had me going insane. I couldn’t handle much more of that, so I sat up and fumbled with Jackson’s belt to hurry things along.
    “Impatient,” he said.
    “Damn straight.”
    “Don’t hurt yourself.”
    I shot a glare in his direction, whipping his belt free from the loops. “If you aren’t careful, I’ll be hurting you.”
    “With that?” He winked at me and angled his head toward the belt.
    “I don’t need a belt to do some serious damage, and you know it.” I tossed it on the floor, and he did the same with his shirt before standing up to remove his pants. Either he’d gone commando or he took his underwear off with the pants,