Down and Dirty (Hot Jocks #5)(38)

With one hand still resting on the ridge in his jeans, I blink up at him eagerly. “I got you something.”

Excitement flickers in his eyes. “A present?”

“Sort of. A toy.”

His brows scrunch together. “What kind of toy?”

“You know, a toy.”

I pull back from him, pressing a kiss against his stubbled jaw before reaching for my nightstand, tugging open the drawer, and pulling out the plastic box. Inside is a black silicone object with a soft pink end. It looks convincingly like a flashlight, which is the point, from what I understand.

“Ta-da.” I set it down on the duvet in front of us, waiting for Landon to pick it up and unbox it.

Instead, he just stares, his eyes wide with either confusion or surprise, I can’t quite tell.

“What the hell is that?”

“Come on. You know what it is.” I give my eyebrows a flirty wiggle.

His expression stays blank, though, so maybe he actually doesn’t know. “Is it . . . a sex toy?”

I smile encouragingly. “It is.”

“But it’s for, um, dudes,” he says, his mouth now crooked with an amused grin.

“Yes. I thought it might be fun.”

His gaze moves skeptically between my hand and the toy, then eventually meets mine. “Are you serious?”

I nod toward the box, giving him some much-needed encouragement. “Go ahead. Open it.”

Slowly, he tears into the packaging, removes the toy, and tests it with a few curious pokes. My heart pounds out an uneven rhythm.

Hesitantly, he pushes one finger into the opening at the end, watching with curious eyes as it disappears into the silicone. “This feels pretty realistic,” he admits, wiggling his finger around inside. I can hardly suppress my snicker.

I can’t even tell you how nervous I was buying the dang thing. I ordered it online, and as soon as I hit CONFIRM PURCHASE, I was terrified that when they delivered the toy, it would be done by a van with the words HOT SEX WAGON emblazoned on the side, blasting the song “Me So Horny” through a loudspeaker mounted to the roof.

Of course, it wasn’t anything as exciting as my overactive imagination had made it out to be. It came three days later in a plain brown box from a company with a name so boring, I’ve already forgotten what it was.

But now that we’re sitting here, my idea to use it as an intro for him suddenly seems a little stupid. Until Landon smiles wickedly and pushes one hand into my hair, bringing his mouth close to mine.

“I kinda love that you bought this, even if I feel a little weird about the fact that I want to try it.”

I smile and lean into his kiss. “Don’t feel weird. It’s going to be so hot watching you lose control.”

He quirks one eyebrow at me.

“Wanna test it out?” I ask, grinning. Okay, I might be a little excited about this.

He pauses, turns the toy over in his hand, then nods, handing it to me. “Fuck yeah, but first you’ve gotta get naked, because there’s no way tonight’s going to be just about me.”

With one more long, lingering kiss, Landon puts his fingers to work on the button to my jeans. When he slides his hand beneath the elastic of my panties, I give a little breathless groan.

“Landon . . .” I moan when he pushes one finger inside. “We need some lube.”

His mouth lifts as he meets my eyes. “No, we don’t.”

“I meant—for, for the toy,” I stammer.

“Oh, right.”

He shifts to his feet to shove off his jeans and boxers, stepping out of them as he strokes himself once. He’s already fully hard, and the sight of him in all his masculine glory makes my lower half clench.

I watch his hand as it absently glides up and down over his smooth shaft. Even though it’s been only a day since I’ve had my hands on him, I’m desperate to feel him again. The moonlight illuminates his sculpted frame as he settles back onto the bed beside me, and it takes every bit of willpower in my body not to climb into his lap and sink down until every inch of him is inside me.

Patience, Aubree. That will come. One step at a time.

“Ready?” I add some of the lube I bought to the toy, then align the soft pink silicone with his swollen tip. When I turn to him for approval, he gives me a small sharp nod, and my heart throbs. Here goes nothing.

With a slow exhale, I push down, easing a few inches of him into the soft silicone opening. His eyes roll back in his head in response. Oh hell, that’s hot.

“Fuck,” he curses, low under his breath.

“Yeah?” I give him another inch, earning me a desperate groan. A deep, throaty sound that makes my pulse race.

“God, yeah. That’s unreal.”

I press a kiss against his stubble, moving the toy a little farther down his shaft. “Just wait until you try the real thing.”

A shudder courses through him as he shifts his hips forward, sinking another inch deeper. “Oh shit,” he whispers as I pull the toy back toward his tip, then push back down, all the way to the base.

“Fuck, fuck,” he murmurs, his jaw clenched.

After that, he’s speechless, reduced to short, shallow breaths as I work him over. A few more thrusts and those breaths turn to low, strained grunts.

It’s way hotter than I ever imagined watching his wide chest rise with halting breaths, watching his fists clutch the sheets, listening to those deep pleasure-drenched sounds tumbling from his lips.