The Infatuation (Josh and Kat #1 , The Club #5) (39 page)

He looks pained. “That douche deserves to get the
shit kicked out of him,” he says between gritted teeth.

There’s a loud knock at the door and Josh is
instantly distracted. A wide grin spreads across his face. “Oh,
damn. Looks like talking about our fucking feelings will have to
wait, thank God.” He suddenly slaps his face—really hard—leaving a
bright red mark.

“What the hell?” I gasp.

Josh chuckles and slips around the bar toward the
front door, a wide smile on his striking face. “I do believe your
chariot has arrived, Party Girl.”

Kat

Josh hands the delivery guy a huge wad of cash and
gleefully turns back around, a large, hefty-looking cardboard box
in his arms, an evil gleam in his eye.

At the look of trepidation on my face, he laughs.
“Don’t worry, PG. You’re gonna love it.”

“What is it?”

“You’ll see.”

He places the box on the edge of the bed, opens the
flaps, and peeks inside. “Come to papa,” he says, his dick visibly
hardening in his briefs.

He pulls out a tarp-looking thing and spreads it on
top of the bed.

“Oh, jeez,” I say. “Am I about to star in an episode
of
Dexter
?”

Josh chuckles.

“Why the heck do we need a freaking
tarp
?”

“Because things can sometimes get a bit messy.” He
winks.

“Huh?” I say.

But Josh doesn’t elaborate.

“Did you write about this machine in your
application to The Club?” I ask.

He scoffs. “
No
. Don’t think about that stupid
application right now. Just live in the moment, Kat. Just enjoy the
ride
.” He snickers. “Literally and figuratively.”

“What the fuck is this thing?”

Josh reaches into the box and pulls out a little
black machine—a little half-domed box-machine, about a foot long
and wide and high, attached to a black power cord and a small
control box. Basically, the thing looks like a curved saddle with a
power cord.

“It’s an orgasm machine,” Josh says simply. “It was
designed to give a woman the most powerful orgasm she’s ever
experienced—over and over and over again—for as long as she can
stand it.” He places the Sybian in the middle of the bed on top of
the tarp. “This baby’s about to rock your world, Kitty Kat.” He
smiles greedily. “And, therefore, mine.”

I survey the contraption for a moment, utterly
fascinated. “So I sit on top of it?”

“Yeah, ride it, cowgirl.”

My lower abdomen is beginning to burn and tighten
with anticipation.

He points at a flesh-colored strip of prickled
rubber on top of the machine, at the apex of the half dome. “This
rubber strip here presses against your clit, giving you as much
vibration as you can handle—I think the highest setting is
something like a small jet engine or something, literally.” He
laughs. “And then the second stimulation is... Hang on.” He reaches
into the box, rummages around, and pulls out a clear bag filled
with hygienically sealed, flesh-colored dildos, complete with veiny
shafts and mushroom tips.

My eyes go wide. “Whoa.”

“Pick whichever cock you want,” he explains, holding
up the bag of dildos of varying sizes. “And then it rotates inside
you, hitting your G-spot over and over, while the vibration on the
pad blasts your clit.”

A dull ache is beginning to burn painfully in my
lower abdomen. “This thing looks pretty intense.”

“Yeah. It is. Are you game to try it?”

My nipples are hardening. My crotch is filling up
with blood. My clit is fluttering and zinging in my panties. “Um.
Yeah?”

“Excellent.” He sits down on the edge of the bed,
his face blazing, and pats the empty spot next to him. ‘Okay, PG.
Pick your dick.”

I sit next to Josh on the bed and he hands me the
clear bag of vacuum-sealed dildos. I look through them for a
moment, studying each one carefully, my heart racing. There are
several varieties to choose from, including a double-pronged dildo
thing clearly intended to slide up two holes at once.

“Yeesh,” I say, holding up the double-duty dildo.
“This one looks interesting.”

He grins. “I think you’d better start with something
slightly less ambitious for your first ride at the rodeo. Maybe
next time for that one.”

“Yeah, definitely next time.” I roll my eyes and he
laughs. I rummage around again and pull out a detailed rubber
finger, complete with a knuckle and nail bed. “Wowza.” I hold it
under Josh’s chin like I’m tickling him. “Coochie coo.”

Josh laughs. “That’s probably a good choice, seeing
as this is your first time out. Good entry-level dildo.”

“Hell no, I need something more than a freakin’
finger
. I want a
cock
, man. Come on.” I rummage
through the bag again and finally hold up a big, fat dildo with a
thick shaft and bulging tip. “How about this one?” I say.

“Whoa, that’s pretty big for your first time,” he
says. “You sure you don’t want to start a little smaller, maybe get
used to the rotation first?”

“No way. I like big cock, baby.”

His eyes ignite. “Oh yeah?”

“The bigger the better.” I blush like a virginal
schoolgirl. I’m talking a good game—but this whole situation is way
outside my comfort zone. I’ve never done anything like this. “Have
you done this before?” I ask. “I mean, you know, rented an ‘orgasm
machine’ for someone?”

“No.” He smiles like that’s a stupid question. “I’ve
seen women riding Sybians online, of course—you know, in porn and
on Howard Stern or whatever—but I’ve never rented one for a
woman—though I’ve always fantasized about doing it.” His eyes light
up. “Especially with a woman like you.”

I feel my entire face turning beet red. “And what
kind of woman am I again?” If he’s calling me a slut, I swear to
God I’m gonna—

“Hot as the fucking hinges of hell,” Josh
replies.

Oh. My inner voice shuts the hell up.

There’s a beat.

“Ready, babe?”

My chest is tight.

Before I can reply, Josh bends down and takes my
nipple into his mouth.

Instantly, my body bursts into flames. Oh God,
forget the machine. I want him—I want him inside me.

But Josh pulls back. “Okay, cowgirl,” he says, his
eyes sparkling. “Time to ride.”

I nod. My cheeks are hot.

“Go pee while I attach your dildo and get everything
all set up for you.”

“I don’t have to pee.”

“Try. You need to void your bladder completely
before you get on this thing. It’s gonna make you feel like you’re
gonna piss yourself, even though you’re not. You gotta be able to
relax completely for it to work its magic.”

“Lovely,” I say, scrunching up my face.

“Oh, it will be,” he says, his blue eyes sparkling
wickedly. “Trust me.”

Kat

I come out of the bathroom.

Josh has attached the dildo to the machine, plugged
the power cord into the wall, and laid the control box neatly in
front of the box on the bed. He turns to look at me, his face
ablaze.

“Come here, babe,” he coos. He holds out his hand
and I pad across the room toward him, my skin zipping and zapping
with anticipation.

When I reach him, he takes my hand, pulls me into
him, and begins kissing me.

“This is a big-time fantasy of mine,” he says into
my lips. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” I say—though my mind is reeling. I
really don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into—and whether this
truly will be my “pleasure” or not. I’ve never let a man watch me
masturbate before in any form, let alone on a machine with a jet
engine.

His fingers slip inside my undies and into my
wetness. “This is gonna be epic,” he says, kissing my neck. He
snaps the waistband of my G-string. “Take these motherfuckers off,
baby.”

I pull my undies down, shuddering with anticipation,
and stand before him naked, my clit throbbing under his gaze.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says, his eyes smoldering.
“You ready?”

I nod.

“Climb on, cowgirl.”

“Are you gonna show me how to work the controls
first?” I ask.

“Oh, no.” He grins. “
You’re
not gonna work
the controls—
I’m
gonna work them.”

“
You’re
gonna work the controls?” I ask, my
eyes wide. “No, I’d feel much more comfortable working them for
myself.”

“Nope. I gotta be in control, Kat.” His jaw muscles
pulse. “That way, you can lose yourself completely. No thinking
required. You’ll just go on the ride of your life.” He strokes my
hair like I’m a puppy. “I’ll take care of you, babe, I promise. No
worries.”

“What if it’s too much? Too fast? Too strong?”

“Then I’ll slow it down.”

There’s a long beat.

“You can trust me. It’ll be fucking amazing.”

I exhale. “You’ll be careful with me? You’ll listen
to whatever I say?”

“Of course.” He smiles. “Always.”

“Okay.”

“The vibe on your clit and the rotation of the dildo
run completely independently of each other, each of them on a
separate control dial. So we’ll start really slow—one stimulation
at a time and on the lowest setting. And then we can work our way
up higher and higher on the first stimulation—we’ll start with the
dildo—and then we’ll add vibe if you’re liking it—nice and slow to
start, and we’ll work our way up to
The Exorcism
. Whatever
you can handle.”

“Oh, Jesus,” I say, hopping back. “No
Exorcism
.”

He laughs.

“I’m serious, Josh. No
Exorcism.
Save letting
me get possessed by Satan for the second date.”

He chuckles.

“I’m relieved you find that funny. I still haven’t
read your application, you may recall. Please tell me Satanism
isn’t something that turns you on.”

He rolls his eyes. “No, Satanism doesn’t turn me on.
What kind of pervert do you think I am?”

“Dude, I have no idea what kind of pervert you are.
That’s the whole point of me wanting to see your application.”

“All in good time, PG. All in good fucking time. In
the meantime, have a seat on this bad boy so we can make any
necessary adjustments before we get started.”

“Adjustments?”

“We have to make sure the vibe is perfectly flush
with your clit when you’re sitting completely upright. You don’t
wanna have to lean forward to get your clit stimulated, or else the
dildo won’t hit your G-spot at the right angle. And that’s where
the money is—hitting your G-Spot.” He smiles devilishly. “A woman
who has clit orgasms
loves
sex—but a woman who gets G-spot
orgasms
can’t live without it for a single fucking day
.”

I stand staring at him, speechless for a moment.
I’ve never heard a man talk this way. I feel like, up until this
moment, I’ve slept with a whole bunch of boys. But Josh is a real
man.

Josh motions gallantly to the machine. “Your chariot
awaits, m’lady. Hop on.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m about to let
Josh watch me masturbate on a jet engine?

“Do me a favor,” I say. “Take off your briefs. I
wanna be able to see your hard-on while I ride.”

A broad smile spreads across his face. “My
pleasure.” He wordlessly removes his briefs, revealing his massive
hard-on. “Climb aboard, my lady,” he says softly, motioning to the
machine.

My crotch is aching and burning. My nipples feel
like bullets. My chest is tight. “Honestly, I’d rather climb aboard
your cock right now,” I whisper.

His cock twitches. “All in good time. That’s coming
next. Now get on, babe. This is a total fantasy for me; you have no
idea.”

I crawl onto the bed and straddle the machine on my
knees, hovering my crotch just above the tip of the huge dildo,
contemplating how the hell to lower myself onto it. Now that it’s
positioned right at my entrance, it seems a helluva lot bigger than
it did a moment ago.

“Wait. Hang on,” he says.

I freeze with the dildo positioned right against my
entrance.

He bounds over to a duffel bag in the corner and
comes back with a condom packet and a bottle of lube. He opens the
packet and lays the rolled-up condom on top of the opened wrapper
on the corner of the bed—out of the way but clearly at the
ready—and then he squeezes some lube into his hand and spreads a
huge mess of it all over the dildo, then across the prickly rubber
pad intended for my clit, and then he reaches between my legs and
covers my clit and hole and lips in slickness, making me shudder
and moan softly at his touch. Without missing a beat, he squirts
another big glob of lube into his palm and matter-of-factly
slathers his hard-on with lube.

I’m suddenly overwhelmed with sexual excitement.
“Okay to sit now?” I ask, my voice tight.

“Yeah.” His voice sounds as excited as the way I
feel: totally turned-on.

I lower myself slowly, taking the dildo into me, and
position myself gingerly into the saddle. “Whoa,” I say, shifting
around and getting acclimated. “This thing’s
huge
.”

“You want a smaller one?”

“No, no, this is good.” I take a deep breath,
willing my body to relax around the rubber inside me. “Ooph. It’s
big, though. Just gimme a second. Damn.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I get off the hardest when I feel totally
filled up. Just give me a second to relax.”

His cock twitches. “This is so fucking hot.” He
exhales.

I take another deep breath and my body relaxes and
absorbs the dildo completely.

“Okay, I feel good,” I say. “Whew.”

“All right, lemme check the fit.” He bends down and
carefully assesses the contact point between the machine and my
clit. “Yup, looks good,” he says. He touches my clit gently, making
me twitch. “Keep your clit perfectly flush with this rubber strip
for maximum pleasure. Okay? No need to lean forward. It’s all
adjusted perfectly.”