Destiny on Ice (Boys of Winter #1)(31)

And, whoa, there it is!

Within seconds of turning on that feature, I’m all like, “Hey there, hold up.”

It’s quite a struggle to control Area 51. He sure is a wiggly little bugger once he gets going. At one point, he almost flies out of my hands.

I quickly turn him down a notch, murmuring, “Okay, settle down, big boy.”

Once I have control of the bending and twisting alien cock, I touch him lightly to my clit. “Oh, wow!”

That pulsating vibrating action is gooood. Kudos to whoever thought to add that.

I’m suddenly glad he moves so much. It makes Mr. 51 seem as exuberant as I. He also starts to glow a funky shade of florescent green the harder I press and the faster I go. Who cares, though? I’m starting to think this thing may be all I ever need for the rest of my life. Maybe I won’t leave this room for a week. That’ll show Brent. Sexually repressed, my ass.

“Mmm, Imma marry you, Mr. 51,” I murmur after another minute of the pulsating vibrating action.

All the pulsating and vibrating is really intense, but so is the glow. No worries. I close my eyes and start fantasizing that my toy is really Brent. I pretend it’s him sliding his big pulsing dick over my clit, and that it’s his real cock that’s parting my wet folds.

My fantasy works, and I start having to use both hands to keep Mr. 51—no wait, I’m renaming him Brent 51—from slipping around too much. “Yes, Brent fifty-one, right there. I like that.”

I’m mainly concentrating on my clit, but when the toy dips inside me I let out a gasp. Tentatively, since it is kind of big, I push Brent 51 in farther and farther.

My whole hooha vibrates in response.

No, wait, that’s my whole body vibrating.

Oh my God, now I see why this thing is so popular. I open my eyes and look down.

Brent 51 is halfway inside me and glowing like an alien ship has just docked in my vagina. Even, er, enclosed like that, the thing is still mega-bright. So bright, in fact, that my whole bedroom is glowing an odd shade of green.

I don’t give a shit. I’m way too close to what I can tell is about to be an amazing orgasm. I resume my fantasy and pump my way to a release E.T. would definitely phone home about.

“God, yes, Brent fifty-one, give it to me hard. Fifty-one, fifty-one, my new favorite num—”

Just when I’m about to explode, there’s a freaking knock on my bedroom door.

What the hell?

“Aubrey, are you okay?”

Fuck. It’s Brent! The real Brent!

“Your room is glowing,” he goes on. “Like, there’s a really weird shade of green coming from under your door.”

Something else was about to be coming, till you showed up.

Brent won’t shut up. “It’s lighting up the whole hall. I even saw it from my room. What the hell are you doing in there, anyway? Is it some kind of crazy experiment?”

If he only knew!

“Does it have something to do with life coaching?”

Pfft, he wishes!

“Ah, hold on a minute,” I yell out. “Don’t come in, okay?”

Of course, he doesn’t listen to a word I say. The doorknob starts to turn.

Fuck me. How could I have forgotten to lock the damn door? I’m failing Masturbation 101 miserably.

I quickly pull Brent 51 from his vagina-space mission of getting me off. Not going to happen, seeing as I’m now in full Defcon-Five panic mode.

Unfortunately, out in the open Brent 51 is brighter than ever.

And the door is slowly opening…

“Aubrey?”

“Hold on,” I yell to Brent.

“Turn off, you bastard!” I grind out to Brent 51.

Giving up, I fling the wiggly alien dick at the door, hoping to achieve the two-fold mission of powering the damn thing down and keeping Brent from coming in.

I fail on both counts.

Brent 51 does quit buzzing, but, damn, he’s glowing brighter than ever.

Oh, and Brent the man?

Of course, he walks right into my personal masturbation den. “What the—” I hear him say as he shades his eyes from the bright glow Brent 51 is giving off.

His temporary blindness allows me to pull the comforter up to cover my nakedness.

“Oh hey, Brent, what’s up?” I give a little wave and feign nonchalance, which doesn’t really fly when there’s a florescent-green vibrator lying on the floor, lighting up your whole damn bedroom.

Brent takes one look at me naked in the bed, and then focuses back on my glowing friend. Let’s just say it doesn’t take him long to figure out what’s going on. If only I’d been assigned to a dumb hockey player. But noooo, I get one who’s too smart for his own good. And also too snarky, meaning he’ll no doubt torture me about this forever.

“Well, well, well, Aubrey. What do we have here?”

Real Brent bends down to pick up Brent 51. “I thought I heard you calling out my name. I even thought I heard mention of my number.” He quirks a brow. “And then I saw the weird green glow.” He nods to the vibrator and smirks over at me. “This explains the glow, but I have to wonder why you‘d be calling out my name and my number?”

His smug grin tells me he knows exactly why.

“Just go ahead and kill me now,” I say as I flop back on the bed.