Glitch (Next Level Book 1)

RIP me. I swear I’ve died and gone to some fantastical realm where all my wildest fantasies keep coming true.

I feel a little exposed. I’ve called her Kitty twice tonight, both of which were slip ups. The fact that she loves it makes me feel some kind of way about the audio recordings I’ve made. Is this Karma? If so, Karma loves me.

She’s straddling my thigh, her back to my chest, head leaning on my shoulder. In one fell swoop, this woman became putty in my hands. She trusts me. And though I’m eager to accept the fact that she thinks she has no boundaries, I’m not about to go too fast and prove otherwise. I want to explore Ara. Learn her body. Memorize every squeak, whimper, groan, and sound she makes.

I want her to come so many times, she can’t speak.

I want her to fucking glitch.

“Rub yourself on my leg, Kitty.” Her skin is soft under my fingers as I slide my hands down her thighs and gently pry them open more. I can feel how wet she is through my jeans. She leans forward a little, obeying. I gather her hair up in my hand again. I don’t pull it yet. Just hold it like a leash.

“Do you touch yourself often?” I’m sure she does.

“All the time.”

“Show me how you do it.” I let go of her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo before her pink waves fall over her shoulders to cover her tits. Then I lean back to give her more room to move. “Close your eyes and make yourself come like I’m not here.”

If she wants to be called Kitty, she’ll have to earn it.

Ara shocks me when she stares at our reflection. So she knows why I chose this seat on her bed. Her closet is straight ahead of us. There’s one of those long mirrors mounted to it, giving us both a front seat to the Ara show. I cock my brow, letting her know I’m waiting.

And counting.

She bites her lip and stares at me through the reflection. Then shoves her middle finger in her mouth, a wicked little flare burning in her gaze, and she licks it like a cat, dragging her tongue from base to tip of her finger. That’s seven. The fact that she knows she’s being a brat and will be spanked accordingly is fantastic. I’m going to make sure she enjoys every fucking one.

Ara touches her clit first, rubbing in tight, tiny circles over the nub. Her cheeks are already flushed. Eyelids hooded. “Scootch back, please.”

Curiosity piqued, I oblige.

Ara digs her heels into the mattress, knees dropping wide as she pushes her back against my chest and straddles my lap. Fuck, I love this. She’s not shy at all when she shoves her fingers into her pussy and starts finger fucking herself next. The wet noises alone are to die for. My cock strains against my jeans, the zipper biting into me, but I barely notice. Ara has my undivided attention.

Her breaths quicken. She pivots and now I understand why she wanted me further back on the bed. It’s to give her more room. Straddling my thigh, Ara swings her legs behind her and rubs her clit harder, faster in this reverse cowgirl position. Squeezing her eyes shut, her face squinches up as she brings herself closer to an orgasm.

I don’t say a fucking word.

Nothing to encourage. Nothing to distract.

I’m not sure how long I can stay silent. Or keep my hands to myself.

“Glitch.” My name punches out of her like she’s desperate for me. Her thighs tighten around my mine as she grinds against my leg. “I’m gonna come.”

“Such good girl, Kitty.”

She whimpers and rubs her clit harder, faster. Ara’s breathtaking when she comes all over my thigh. Her body shudders and I stroke her ass with both my hands while she sucks in ragged breaths and comes down from her head rush.

I take advantage of the situation and spank her three times.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Ara’s guttural groan unravels me. She’s still working her clit, already chasing a second release. I spank her two more times and rub her reddened cheeks to soothe the sting. She comes again, but it’s not nearly as hard as the first time.

I grab her hair, loving that her back has a sheen of sweat on it already, and wrap her beautiful pink tendrils around my hand again. I gently pull, forcing her to reposition herself. Her back is against my chest, knees bent, tits swaying as she continues breathing hard.

“Give me a taste,” I order.

With a lopsided grin, she shoves a finger back into her cunt, slicking it with her cream before pulling out. She holds her middle finger up at me again. It’s glistening. I suck it into my mouth, down to the last knuckle, twirling my tongue around and around, making sure I get every drop, before I let it pop out of my mouth.

Ara’s tone is sultry. “I’ve never been able to come… without assistance… before.”

She’s all kinds of blissed out and breathless. I hope she can handle more because I haven’t even started.

“What’s it normally take for you to get off?”

She leans over, and her ass goes directly into my face. Fuck, I want to bite and lick her until she’s screaming. My girl digs through her bedside table drawer and pulls out a vibrator.

Nice.

“Let me have it.” I hold my hand out.

Ara hesitates. Something flashes in her eyes, and I can’t pinpoint what it is. But she gives me the vibrator like a good girl anyway.

“Lay back on your pillow.”

Another expression flitters across her face.

I cock my brow again in warning. She’s down to two spanks left, but I’m all for adding to the tally.

Ara does what I say, and the instant she’s off my lap I glance at the wet spot on my leg. It’s easily the size of my fist.

And I have huge hands.

I click the power button and start messing with the settings. “Ready for multiplayer mode, Kitty?”