Page 21 of Don't Look Down
Bobby will have to do for now. My hole clenches in anticipation. Yes, Bobby can dick me down just right. It’s a need.
My battery-operated boyfriend is a seven and a half inch thrusting dildo with a handy suction cup. Mmm. I’d much rather fuck a flesh and blood man, but he gets the job done.
Oh no, now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure I’d forgotten to plug him in afterwards for a recharge the last time I’d fucked myself. I reach into my nightstand and pull out Bobby and his remote. I’m not surprised at all that nothing happens when I hit power, but I am disappointed. My erection deflates a little and there’s a slight twinge in my balls.
Dammit.
Fingering my hole or jacking off are my other options, but my mind is set. I’ll have to wait until later, because that thrust function is a must. Nothing else will suffice. When I get the angle right, Bobby pegs my prostate so fucking good it turns me into awhimpering, shaking mess as I shoot my load. A shiver makes its way down my spine, thinking of hours of delayed gratification.
Since I can’t do myself, I need a distraction.
Stat.
Ooh, I’ll text Cayden.
After making sure Bobby is securely plugged in and charging, I grab my phone and send Cayden a quick message.
Me: Hey, boo, it’s been too long. How are you? I miss your face.
I’ve barely hit send when my phone vibrates in my hand.
A giggle escapes me at the name that pops up on the ID. It’s Cayden.
“Hi, you!” I answer with a smile.
“Hey, stranger, it’s good to hear your voice. I’m good. You? What’re you up to today?”
“I forgot to recharge Bobby, so I’m not doing what I’d like to be doing.”
Cayden’s giggle tinkles over the line and makes my smile widen. He’s used to my tendency to overshare. “Oh, poor baby. What about that guy you were hooking up with?”
My smile immediately fades, and a grimace takes its place. “Ugh, we’re not talking about him. That’s been done for a while now. Bobby has taken his place, and I don’t plan on any new hookups going forward. I can’t even with the whole hookup and dating scene right now.”
“Eep, I get it. Some of these boys are pure trash. And you deserve the whole world, my love.”
“Mhm.” Even I can hear the disbelief and sass equally seeping out of me. “Thank you and I love you, but cry me a river, lover boy. And speaking of lovers, how’s Andrew? It’s been ages since my last jump, so I haven’t seen him in forever.”
Andrew is a class-C licensed skydiver who works at my favorite jump spot about an hour north. I met him almosteight years ago when I went skydiving for the first time on my eighteenth birthday. We’ve always been cordial, our bond mostly centered around our shared love of skydiving. Until Cayden. I’d brought Cayden on one of the tandem jumps I’d needed to earn my class-A license and the rest is history. They’ve pretty much been inseparable ever since.
“Oof, you must be ready to crawl out of your skin, I bet. I know how much you need that rush. But he’s good, love, really good. Staying busy, as usual.”
His tone is off. It doesn’t match what he’s telling me. Some of the happiness has faded from his tone, and I don’t like it. Not one bit. Cayden is sunshine and happiness and anything that dims his shine is not okay with me.
Sometimes, I regret introducing them. At the end of the day, as long as he’s happy, I’m happy. And I’m not convinced Cayden is happy with Andrew.
I murmur what I hope is a sympathetic, yet agreeable sound. Then I steer the conversation in another direction. My instincts tell me to pry, but I shove it down. Cayden tends to be a more private person regarding his relationship. Especially since their engagement, and I never want to disrespect my friend.
If any giant red flags pop up, I won’t be able to keep my mouth shut. For now, I let it be.
“Are you free today? I’d love to get outside and do something.”
“I actually am. What do you have in mind?”
“Maybe we can go to North Miami Beach Park and rent some kayaks? Then go for tacos and margs afterwards? I’m feeling like a salty bitch today after the failed orgasm this morning, so I need to match the vibe. Wanna go with?”
He busts up laughing, like I’d hoped he would, and the lightness returns to his voice. Mentally, I applaud myself.
“Yas! I am here for it. Pick me up on your way there?”