Signed, Sealed, Betrayed

A beat of silence. Then Brandon, on the other side.

"Uh. It's me, Nicole. Sorry. I forgot this one needs a signature in person."

"You... hold on!" The second I heard his voice my body squeezed down on the toy and I tipped my head back, breathing in short shallow bursts.

I had never used one of these before. I fumbled for the power button to kill it, and instead hit the mode switch and bumped it up a setting. Off was not working. Off had apparently stopped being an option.

I was soaked through. The toy would not come out, would not shut down, and was fitting itself deeper into me the more I panicked, which only made me shake harder.

"Can... can you come back this afternoon? I'm sort of in the middle of something."

"Thing is, I'm off this afternoon and all day tomorrow. A signature's five seconds." Brandon sounded a little strained. Fair. Delivery guys get paid per stop. No reason to bust his chops.

I grabbed a thin throw, wrapped it around myself, clamped my thighs around the toy and shuffled toward the door. I was going to crack it, sign through the gap, and be done with this.

I got there and realized the door was not locked. Only pulled shut.

God. Had he seen me.

"Nicole, why is your face that color? You were fine when I left ten minutes ago. Are you running a fever?" Brandon was already reaching up to press the back of his hand to my forehead.

He smelled like him. Clean sweat and aftershave and just... male. My knees nearly gave out.

"I'm... I'm fine. Here." I scribbled a shaky signature, shoved the pad at him, and tried to will him out the door.

Part of me was screaming at him to throw me down and ruin me. Not ruin me. Take care of me. God.

The toy was still going inside me. My legs kept twitching involuntarily. I stepped back on instinct.

"You can't even stand up and you're telling me you're fine." He closed the space and put an arm around my shoulder. "Come on. I'm taking you to urgent care."

"No... oh... don't, you said you've got somewhere to be, just go." I bit my lip and shook my head, and a sound came out of me I absolutely did not want him to hear. I could not help it. His arm on me was too solid.

Every nerve I had was firing. A hand on my shoulder and I was losing it.

I tried to push him off. My hands went into his chest, and instead of pushing I just sagged into him.

"Nothing's more important than this." He bent down like he was going to pick me up bridal-style.

The toy shifted deeper.

Whatever shred of restraint I had left snapped.

"No... just... come in. Just help me. That's all." I stopped explaining and pulled him inside.

I collapsed back onto the couch by the door and spread my legs in a stupid, desperate shape, begging him. "Don't... don't look. It's broken. Just... get it out."

"Nicole. You..." Brandon's face caught up to what he was seeing. The flush spread down his neck; a vein in it jumped.

He dropped into a crouch in front of me on autopilot. His throat worked. His breathing had gone rough. The heat of it on my skin was making everything worse.

I had thought about him this way before, sure. In dreams. Never like this.

"Mmh..." I bit down on my lip and a moan escaped anyway.

Please do not think I'm seducing him. I turned my face away and tried to tune out what he was doing. "Hurry. Just hurry."

"Alright, uh. Must be a defect. I'll pop the battery cover. Hang tight." He forced a small cough, going for casual. The strained tent in his work pants wasn't selling it.

Men really do run on the other brain. Point proven.

I closed my eyes. Could not look at him.

I was praying he would get the damn thing out so I could disappear into the floor. My body was doing the opposite. My body wanted him to keep going. My body wanted more than his fingers.

His face was scarlet. He gripped the base of the toy to get to the battery compartment, but the motion dragged it inside me. It felt good. It felt amazing. I shook harder.

I was right on the edge. I could not let this happen in front of him.

My eyes opened on reflex. And I caught the look in his. That was not embarrassment. That was hunger.

I flinched back. One of his big hands closed around my waist, holding me in place. His voice was low and raw.

"Nicole. Don't move. I've got you."