Chapter 8: 69, Vibrator & Mutual Pleasure

Sunday afternoon light poured through the half-open blinds in Ethan’s living room, painting lazy golden stripes across the sectional couch where we’d collapsed after brewing a fresh pot of coffee. The rich, earthy aroma still lingered in the air, mixing with the faint trace of his laundry detergent on the throw blanket draped over our laps. We’d spent the last hour exactly like we always had—scrolling through our group chat, laughing at the same ridiculous meme about our old college professor who once tried to teach coding while wearing a VR headset backward. Work stories flowed easy too: my latest branding pitch that had the client demanding neon gradients at the eleventh hour, his marathon of refactoring legacy code that had him questioning every life choice. Ten years of this exact rhythm, and yet today every shared glance felt weighted, electric.

My thoughts kept circling back to the same craving I couldn’t shake. For days I’d woken up aching, fingers drifting between my legs in the dark while I remembered the way his cock had stretched me open in missionary, the intense lock of his eyes on mine. I wanted his mouth on me just as badly now—maybe more. I wanted to give back fully, to feel him lose himself while I did the same. The “practice” excuse was wearing so thin it barely existed anymore.

I set my empty mug on the coffee table and turned toward him, letting my hand rest on his thigh under the blanket. “You’ve gotten so much better at holding out. But tonight I want something that lets us both feel it at the same time. 69. You get to practice control while I’m right there with you, and I finally get your tongue exactly where I’ve been needing it.”

His eyes lit up instantly, that cute nerdy spark turning hungry in the sunlight. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.” I reached into my bag and pulled out the small silver bullet vibrator I’d slipped in earlier, holding it up between us like the most casual training tool in the world. “This little thing goes right on my clit while you’re down there. Helps me come faster so you can focus on lasting instead of rushing. Fair trade, right?”