Chapter 192
**Sara**
After a few moments of comfortable silence, he lifted his head. "Can I ask you something?"
"Depends on what it is."
"How does it compare? You know, toys versus..." He gestured vaguely between us. "The real thing?"
"Are you seriously asking me to compare you to my vibrator collection?"
"I'm curious! It's a valid question."
I looked at him with an exasperated smile. "You really want to know?"
"Yes! For research purposes, of course."
"Well..." I traced a finger down his chest. "Toys have certain advantages. No waiting time between rounds, for one thing."
His jaw dropped. "Are you saying I can't keep up?"
"Not at all! Just stating facts." I bit back a laugh at his offended expression.
"My recovery time is excellent."
"Sure it is." I patted his cheek patronizingly.
"That's it." He rolled over, pinning me beneath him. "You're going to regret insulting my stamina."
"Am I, though?" I raised an eyebrow. "Because from where I'm lying, this proves my point about self-control."
"This has nothing to do with self-control. This is about defending my honor."
"Your honor?" I couldn't hold back my laughter. "What are you, a medieval knight?"
"Mock me all you want, but I'll prove you wrong about those toys being better."
"The bet hasn't started yet, has it?" I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Nope. Not until you find that job. Which means I still have time to change your mind about those comparisons."
"You seem pretty confident for someone about to go a month without action."
"Let me worry about that later." He leaned down to kiss my lips. "Right now, I've got a point to prove."
His lips trailed down my neck, leaving a warm, tingling sensation in their wake. "And what point would that be?"
"That I'm better than any battery-operated device in your collection."
I snorted. "My vibrator doesn't talk this much."
"No?" His teeth grazed my collarbone. "But can it do this?"
His hand slid between my thighs, and I arched into his touch. "Okay, you might have a slight advantage there."
"Only slight?" He clicked his tongue. "I'm clearly not trying hard enough."
I gasped as his fingers found their target. "That's... that's not what I meant."
"Really?" He lifted his head, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Because I think you need a thorough reminder of what you'll miss for a month."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"Always." His thumb circled my clit. "Besides, your body's already proving my point."
I tried to form a witty comeback, but his fingers curled inside me just right, and all that came out was a moan.
"What was that?" He grinned against my skin. "I didn't quite catch it."
"Shut up and kiss me."
"So demanding." But he obliged, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that made my toes curl.
His free hand tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to expose more of my neck. "Still thinking about those toys?"
"Maybe." I dragged my nails down his back. "The rabbit has multiple settings, you know."
He growled, nipping at my earlobe. "Challenge accepted."
The room felt alive with electricity, the air crackling between us. Every inch of my skin tingled, and the traitorous heat pooling low in my belly only reminded me of the bet soon to come into effect. This was a terrible idea—or a brilliant one.
Tom's mouth skated down my neck, his lips finding that sensitive spot that always made me gasp.
"Still thinking about your toys?" he murmured.
My retort died on my lips as his tongue flicked over my nipple, teasing and relentless. It sent a jolt straight to my pussy, my thighs pressing together instinctively. "D—doubt it," I stammered.
I felt his grin against my skin as he continued his assault on my senses. His tongue traced lazy circles, making me squirm beneath him.
"What was that?" His breath tickled my sensitive flesh. "I didn't quite catch your answer about those toys."
"You're impossible." I tangled my fingers in his hair, not sure if I wanted to pull him closer or push him away. "And way too smug for your own good."
"Can you blame me?" His teeth grazed my nipple, sending another shock of pleasure through me. "Especially when you make those little sounds."
"What sounds?" My voice came out embarrassingly breathy. "I don't make sounds."
He lifted his head, fixing me with a look that made heat pool in my belly. "No? Then what was that noise you just made?"
"That was... that was just..." I lost my train of thought as his fingers slid between my thighs again. "Oh god."
"Just what?" His thumb found my clit, circling slowly. "You were saying something about not making sounds?"
I bit my lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction. But then his fingers curled inside me just right, and a moan escaped before I could stop it.
"See?" He kissed his way back up to my neck. "Those sounds. The ones you're definitely not making."
"Shut up." I dug my nails into his shoulders. "You're still not as reliable as my rabbit."
His movements stopped abruptly. "Excuse me?"
"Well..." I tried to hide my smirk. "It never gets distracted by trying to prove a point."
"Is that so?" His eyes narrowed playfully. "We'll see about that."
Before I could respond, he shifted down my body, spreading my thighs wider. His tongue replaced his fingers, and my back arched off the bed.
"Still thinking about that rabbit?" He looked up at me.
"I... what rabbit?" My brain felt foggy, unable to form coherent thoughts as his tongue worked magic between my legs.
"That's what I thought."
My hands fisted in the sheets as he continued his relentless assault. Each flick of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body, building higher and higher.
"Tom," I panted, my hips rolling against his mouth. "Please..."
He hummed against me, the vibration making me whimper. "Please, what? Do you want me to stop so you can get your toys instead?"
"Don't you dare stop?" I tugged at his hair. "Or I swear I'll—"
My threat dissolved into a moan as he slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right while his tongue continued its torture.
"You'll what?" He paused just long enough to ask, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh.
"I'll... I'll..." My mind went blank as his fingers hit that perfect spot. "Oh god."
"That's not an answer." His tongue flicked over my clit. "But I'll take it as a compliment."
I arched my back, fingers tangling in his hair as waves of pleasure coursed through me. "I hate you right now."
"No, you don't. You love what I'm doing."
"Smug bastard." My voice came out as a whimper. "Less talking, more—oh!"
His fingers curled inside me again, and I swear I saw stars. My thighs trembled, threatening to close around his head.
"What was that about your toys being better?" He lifted his head just enough to smirk at me.
"I swear to god, Tom, if you stop now—"
"You'll what? Replace me with your rabbit?"
I tugged at his hair in frustration. "Why are you still talking?"
"Just making sure you remember this when you're suffering through your toy collection next month."
"Bold of you to assume I'll—fuck!" My hips bucked as his tongue found that perfect spot again.
"You were saying?"
"I hate how good you are at this." I bit my lip, trying to stifle another moan.
"No, you don't." His free hand gripped my hip, holding me still. "And I love how responsive you are."
My retort died in my throat as he doubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in perfect sync. The pressure built low in my belly, my toes curling against the sheets.
"Tom, I'm—I'm close..."
"Already?" He pulled back slightly. "But what about that superior battery life you were bragging about?"
"I swear to god if you don't shut up and make me come right now—"
"So demanding." But he obliged, his mouth returning to where I needed it most.
The room filled with the sound of my desperate moans as he pushed me closer to the edge. My hands fisted in his hair, probably hard enough to hurt, but he didn't seem to mind.
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