Mitch stirred, reaching instinctively for Piper, only to find the bed empty. A faint coolness remained where her body had been, a ghost of her warmth against his fingertips. He ran his hand over the sheets, imagining her still there—her bare skin pressed against his, the soft rise and fall of her breath against his chest.
A pulse of longing hit him. Damn, I miss her already.
Now, the memory alone sent heat pooling in his stomach, his cock stirring beneath the sheets. A wicked thought crept into his mind. My turn.
Slipping from the bed, he padded toward the dresser, rummaging through the bottom drawer until his fingers brushed against something smooth and familiar. He pulled out the vibrator, feeling its weight in his palm, a smirk curving his lips.
“Let’s see how much she likes coming home to a surprise of her own.”
Mitch’s breath hitched as he knelt on the bathroom floor, the cool tile beneath his knees grounding him in the moment. The 8-inch suction cup vibrator sat in front of him, its smooth silicone surface gleaming under the harsh fluorescent light. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anticipation and nervous energy coursing through him. He’d never done something like this before, but something about the idea—the need—had been gnawing at him for days, ever since he’d stumbled across the toy during a late-night online shopping spree.
“Here goes nothing,” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the bottle of lube he’d set aside, unscrewing the cap with a quiet click. The scent of it—clean, almost clinical—filled the air as he squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. The coolness of it made him shiver, but he forced himself to focus, to push past the nagging voice in the back of his head that kept asking, What if this is too much?
He spread the lube over the vibrator first, coating it thoroughly, his fingers sliding effortlessly over its surface. The sensation alone was enough to make his cock twitch, already half-hard from the sheer anticipation of what was to come. Then, with a deep breath, he reached behind himself, his fingers brushing against his entrance. He hesitated for a moment, his throat tightening, but then he pressed forward, his middle finger sliding in with a soft gasp.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, his head falling forward as the sensation washed over him. It was strange—foreign—but not unpleasant. In fact, it was… intriguing. He moved his finger slowly, experimenting with the pressure, the angle, until he found a rhythm that sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine. His cock throbbed in response, and he couldn’t help but stroke himself with his free hand, his breath coming in shallow pants.
But as good as it felt, he knew this was just the beginning. He withdrew his finger, his body already craving more, and reached for the vibrator. His hands were steadier now, his focus sharpening as he positioned the toy against his entrance. He pressed it against him, the cold silicone a stark contrast to the heat of his body, and bit his lip hard to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.
“Just… relax,” he told himself, his voice strained as he pushed the head of the vibrator inside. It was a tight fit, and he winced slightly, but he forced himself to breathe through it, to let his body adjust. And then, slowly but surely, it slid in, inch by inch, until he was fully seated on it, the base of the vibrator pressed snugly against his skin. The feeling was overwhelming—intense—and he had to grip the edge of the sink to steady himself.
“Holy shit,” he gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as the sensations bombarded him. Every movement, every shift of the toy inside him sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, his cock aching with need. He reached down to stroke himself again, his hand moving in time with the subtle movements of the vibrator, and a low moan escaped his lips. Wiping his hand Mitch reached for his phone. “What is it Mitch, I am in a …” Mitch cut her off. “I’m jerking off babe, with the vibrator all the way up my ass!” He groaned. “Oh. Mitch!” Piper hung up abruptly. “Bet she is on her way home right now he thought. “But this feels so good, I can’t stop.”
But he wasn’t done yet. His fingers fumbled for the remote that had come with the toy, his heart racing as he flipped the switch. The vibrator came to life with a soft hum, and Mitch’s entire body tensed as the vibrations rippled through him, deep and unrelenting. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, his voice breaking as the pleasure built inside him, every nerve in his body alight with sensation.
He adjusted the speed, increasing it slowly, and the vibrations grew more intense, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his core. His hips moved almost instinctively, grinding against the toy as he stroked himself faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “This is… this is… too much,” he groaned, but he didn’t stop—couldn’t stop. The sensations were too good, too overpowering, and he felt himself teetering on the edge, his entire body coiled tight with tension.
“I’m so close,” he whispered, his voice shaking as the vibrations hit just the right spot, sending a jolt of pleasure so intense it made his vision blur. His hand moved faster, his strokes more urgent, and then, with a strangled cry, he came, his release shooting out in hot, sticky spurts as his body convulsed with pleasure. The vibrator continued to pulse inside him, drawing out the sensation until he was left trembling, his legs barely able to hold him up as he slumped against the sink.
For a long moment, he just stayed there, his breath slowly returning to normal, his mind hazy and content. But even as the afterglow settled over him, a part of him was already craving more, already wondering what it would feel like to go deeper, to push himself further.
“Maybe next time,” he murmured to himself, a small smile playing on his lips. “Piper should be home any moment.”
Piper slammed the apartment door behind her with a little more force than she meant to. Her heels clicked across the wooden floor as she marched into the living room, tossing her bag on the couch.
Mitch looked up from the kitchen, his face lit with hopeful mischief that quickly faded.
“Hey….” He said, his voice cautious. “You’re home early.”
“I had to leave early,” she snapped, pulling her jacket off. “You know why.”
Mitch’s smile vanished. “Piper, I ….”
“You called me while I was in a meeting. On speaker.” Her eyes blazed as she turned to face him. “Do you know what it sounded like? Do you have any idea how humiliating it was?”
Mitch looked like he had been punched. He took a step forward, then stopped, his hands open at his sides.
“I thought you would have your phone to your ear,” he said quietly. “I just …. thought you’d find it hot. You called me at work before, remember?”
“Yes, privately,” she said, exasperated. “Not in front of everyone. My phone was on speaker when you called.”
Mitch rubbed his face with both hands, mortified. “God, Piper…. I’m sorry, I didn’t even think.”
“No, you didn’t,” she said, softer now, but the sting still fresh in her voice. “I’ve spent weeks trying to be taken seriously there, and now I’m the woman whose boyfriend gets off calling her mid-meeting with a vibrator up his ass.”
“I didn’t mean for it to happen like that,” he murmured, his shoulders slumping. “I just…. I missed you. I got caught up in everything we’ve been doing, all this new energy between us. I thought I was giving you something exciting.”
She looked at him, chest still rising with shallow, angry breaths, but behind her frustration, there was something else. Confusion. A flicker of guilt.
“I know things are changing between us,” she said after a pause. “And I know the way we are exploring everything, the power…. it’s real. But we need boundaries, Mitch. We need to protect each other, not make each other look like jokes.”
Mitch stepped forward again this time, she didn’t stop him. He wrapped his arms around her gently.
“I messed up,” he said into her hair. “I got carried away. I wanted to feel close to you, and I didn’t think about the consequences. I’ll make it right.”
Piper sighed against his chest, her anger softening.
“We’re playing with powerful things, Mitch. Not just in magic. In real life too.”
He nodded slowly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Piper giggled. “It was hot when you come to think of it. I would have loved to have watched you. Or even more.” She giggled, slapping his ass. “You know the vibrator has a strap-on attachment, right?” She playfully pushed him onto the bed.
“Yeah, right. Like you would do something like that to me.” Mitch laughed. Piper hurriedly slipped out of her clothing. Sliding next to Mitch, she sensually rubbed the strap-on against his upper thigh.
“Are you ready? Piper’s voice was soft but commanding, her fingers tracing the curve of Mitch’s spine as he knelt on the bed, his knees sinking into the plush comforter. His body was trembling, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His legs were spread wide, hips tilted up, ass exposed and vulnerable. The cool air of the room kissed his skin, sending a shiver through him. He nodded, his voice caught in his throat.
“Use your words, Mitch.” She said, her tone still gentle but firm. He could feel her leaning over him, her warmth pressing against his back as her hand trailed lower, brushing over his ass. His pulse quickened.
“Yes,” he managed, his voice hoarse. “I’m ready.”
“How does it feel?” she asked, her fingers ghosting over his entrance, already slick with lube. Mitch’s stomached tightened, his body instinctively clenching in anticipation.
“It feels intense,” he whispered, his hips shifting slightly as her fingertips pressed against him, teasing him open. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the mix of nerves and excitement making his head spin. “But I want it.”
Piper smiled at that, her hand moving away for a moment. He heard the quiet clink of the strap-on harness adjusting, and then the soft sound of more lube being applied. His breath hitched as he felt the tip of the toy pressing against him, firm and unyielding. Hi body tensed, but not in resistance, more in preparation, as if bracing for the waves of sensation about to crash over him.
“Relax,” she murmured, her free hand resting on his lower back, grounding him. “Just breath.”
“Mitch exhaled slowly, his body gradually easing as the pressure increased. He focused on the warmth of her hand, the steady rhythm of her breathing behind him. And then, in a slow deliberate movement, she pushed forward, the toy stretching him open inch by inch.
The feeling was overwhelming. A sharp, burning stretch that quickly melted into a deep, aching fullness. His hands fisted in the sheets, his back arching slightly as he adjusted to the sensation. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Intense, yes, but also incredible. His body felt alive, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.
“That’s it,” Piper whispered, her voice laced with praise as she began to move, rocking her hips gently. The toy slid deeper, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Mitch groaned, his head falling forward as he surrendered to the sensation.
His body began to move with hers, his hips pushing back to meet each stroke. The rhythm was slow at first, almost languid, but steadily built in intensity. The stretch was still there, but it was no longer painful, it was electric, each movement sending waves of pleasure radiating through him. He could feel the toy brushing against something deep inside him, a spot that made his knees weak. And his breath catch in his throat.
‘Piper,” he groaned, his voice trembling as she picked up the pace. Her hands gripped his hips, holding him steady as she fucked him with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each one was deeper than the last, the toy hitting that spot with unerring precision. His body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
“It’s so much.” He thought, his mind swimming as the pressure built. . His cock was throbbing, untouched and aching, but he didn’t care. All he could focus on was the feeling of her inside him, the way she filled him completely. The way she made him feel so good.
“You’re doing so well,” Piper murmured, her voice breathless as she leaned over him, her chest pressing against his back. Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “You feel amazing, Mitch. So tight. So perfect.”
Her words sent a shiver down his spine, his body clenching around the toy as pleasure surged through him. His hands were gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, his entire body trembling with the effort to hold on.
“Do you want to cum?” she asked, her voice low and teasing as she slowed her thrusts, drawing out each movement until he was whimpering with need. Her hands slid down his stomach, fingers brushing against his cock, and he nearly sobbed at the contact.
“Yes,” he choked out, his voice barely audible. “Please, Piper. I need….”
Before he could finish, she was moving again, her thrusts faster now, harder. Her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with her movements. The combination was too much, the pleasure building and building until it threatened to consume him. His body was taut, every muscle coiled tight as he teetered on the brink of oblivion.
And then, with a cry that was part relief, part desperation, he came, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Piper kept moving, her thrusts relentless as she milked every last drop of pleasure from him, her hand stroking him through the climax until he was trembling and spent, his body collapsing on the mattress. Piper let out a murmur as she too climaxed.
Breathless, Mitch felt Piper’s movements slow, the toy slipping out of him with a soft, wet sound. He groaned at the loss, his body still trembling with aftershock as she leaned over him, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck.
“How do you feel?” she asked, her voice gentle as her hand stroked his back, soothing him.
Mitch opened his mouth to answer, but the words were caught in his throat. All he could manage was a weak, contented hum, his body still tingling from the remnants of pleasure. Piper chuckled softly, her fingers trailing down his spine.
“That food, huh?” she teased, her voice warm with affection.
“Yeah,” Mitch finally managed, his voice hoarse. “That good.”