NIKKI & JOE, CASUALLY | updates every monday

44: outfit of the day

            Fact: Joe looks good with a dick.

That's all I have to say about it.

It's even more hot that she chose a cotton harness that looks like an average pair of boxer briefs rather than one of those thong-style ones. The other benefit is that it has a pocket for a bullet vibe; we've barely started and Joe's breaths are already getting heavy.

I've had partners in the past say they can feel it, that somehow their brain temporarily connects to the toy, so as I settle between her legs, I handle the dildo like I would any real penis. I'm sure to maintain eye contact as I kiss exactly where I know is most earth-shattering. The taste of silicone is intoxicating in its own way, the defiance of it. The brown plastic is rendered with rich shadows and highlights, veins textured onto its surface.

I may never give her what she needs in the love and relationships department but what I am good at is sucking dick. Never let it be said that I'm entirely useless.

Her hands rest on the back of my head as she praises me, eyes locked with mine. Her pupils spill like ink into the cognac of her irises. 

The sight is too much for me and I pull the cock out of my mouth, unbothered by the lube and my spit that smear across my cheek. Wrapping my hands around it, I reach down to stroke myself in sync but Joe nudges my hand away. 'Not yet.'

So I dedicate myself to her orgasm. It's not hard; I barely press the bullet vibe against her clitoris while worshipping the dildo before she unravels.

Joe drops onto the bed. 

Giggles bubble out of her, rising through the orange glow of her sunset light to join the stars on the ceiling. I wipe my face on my forearm and adjust my position between her legs, waiting for instructions, but her laughter fades. She's dragged into the same recesses she got lost in the first time at Caleb's party. She reaches for her sternum but she still hasn't remembered to put her necklace back on and has to caress the skin where it would be instead.

'You alright?' When there's no response, I ask, 'Are you feeling guilty?'

'Maybe a little. But more like when you go to a party and you have so much fun and then go home and you're like "why the hell would I say any of that, I should never speak again" type of thing.'

'Okay.' I trace an infinity sign on her thigh, kiss the side of her knee, trying to coax her focus from The Hermit tarot. 'In this case, I'm thrilled you came to the party and said everything you did and I think you should do it again. A lot of times. As many times as possible.'

Exhaling a laugh, Joe cranes her neck to look at me. 'Why are you still on the floor?'

'Dunno. I were waiting for permission.'

She stares. 'Well... Get off the floor.'

I lie down beside her when she taps the bed. We're so close that her hand barely has to move to fall onto my chest. She outlines the plain gold-plated chain at the base of my neck, then maps the way along the thinner chain to the compass pendant Shayna and Desmond gave me as a graduation gift. She toys with it.

'D'you want to stop?' I ask.

'No.' The answer is so immediate that I can't catch my heart before it skips. Joe's gaze journeys up my neck, over my lips, along my nose, and meets mine. 'Do you actually like it or are you just doing what you think I like?'

After the intensity of our eye contact a minute ago, her inability to look at me now stings. 

'I like it. Actually.' When she don't seem convinced, I add: 'I can tell you about all the sex dreams I've been having about you if that'll convince ya.'