Violinist (CENTURIES series: Book #4)

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"Oh, God..." I moaned and felt my toes curl as I thrust the thick, vibrating dildo into my pussy the same time I rubbed my clit hard with my other hand. I felt my legs twitch and that familiar tug in my belly as I neared my climax, felt it rushing through my veins until it became graspable. A small cry left my lips and my back arched.

"Give it up Mel, it's never gonna happen!"

Snapping my eyes open, I let out an irritated holler as I lost my build-up. Just like that, I was robbed of my ōrgasm. "Dan, you fucking dick!"

"You need a man to play your instrument if you want to hear the angels sing," I heard him chime from the kitchen. Fucking God, I could just kill him.

Gnashing my teeth together, I turned the dildo off and pulled it out of my aching core. I then grabbed my morning robe and threw that on before marching out of my room.

Dan was in our kitchen, cooking naked with only my pink apron covering him. He was giving me a show of his firm ass as he pulled a tray of fresh cupcakes out of the oven and set them on the counter in front of me. "Cupcake?" He offered nonchalantly.

"No, but I'd like an ōrgasm, please." I barked back.

"Sorry, we're all out of those." He replied before taking off his polka-dotted mittens. He ran a hand through his tousled chocolate locks, locks that any girl would kill to comb their fingers through. "Although I suppose if my date tomorrow night with Kyle goes well, I'll be freshly stocked on ōrgasms for the next period of time or so." Too bad he batted for team D.

He'd been dating a guy named Kyle for about a month now, but I still hadn't met him. Apparently the next date was going to be thee date. Lucky damn fucker.

Taking a seat in one of our bar chairs, I looked at Dan while he begun transferring his cupcakes onto a cooling rack. "I meant ōrgasms for me, asshole. That's the third time you've interrupted me this week."

"Because we both know it's never gonna happen. How many times do you use that poor thing and come up with the same result? Think about the environment, all those spent batteries piling up. At least get rechargeables and buy me a pair of earplug—"

"Want me to stop masturbating, then find me an alternative. And don't say find a gu—"

"—find a guy and break your pussy on his dick! Stop wasting your good boob years on celibacy," Dan leaned in on the counter towards me with a pointed stare. "You need a proper fuck from a well-endowed man with a real cock, Mel, and sadly the only one around is extremely gay. I'm literally in our kitchen baking cupcakes right now, wearing your pink apron."

He leaned back and I irritably watched as he picked up some cream cheese and began measuring it into a bowl along with some icing sugar and a dash of Nutella. He then picked up a whisk and began whipping it up by hand, showing off those triceps of his like the walking pussy-tease he was. I couldn't decide what looked more edible; him or the frosting.

I sighed. He was right, though. It had been nearly six months since I had broken up with my last boyfriend Mason and had sworn an oath of celibacy, and I was missing sex badly. So badly I had purchased myself a bucketful of sex toys to keep me company during my drought(mostly because Dan got tired of my constant whining about why he couldn't just throw me a bone), but no matter how hard I tried, the ōrgasms the toys gave me never fulfilled me. They were empty and might as well have been nonexistent.