The Widows Harem

Chapter 11 - The Whisk

Jocelyn

When I woke up the next morning, the remnants of the conversation I had overheard were playing at the edges of my mind. However, I chalked it up to being a dream.

Rolling over, I realized I was in bed alone.

I got up, freshened up and decided to borrow one of Vincent's shirts. Leaving the bedroom, I found him sprawled out on his couch. His chivalry touched my heart. He probably hadn't been sure about where exactly our relationship stood and hadn't wanted to cross any lines until we'd had a chance to talk.

Padding into the kitchen, I made myself at home and started cooking up breakfast. I found some ham, cheese and eggs and started making omelets. A few minutes after the smell permeated the air, Vincent shuffled into the kitchen all bleary-eyed and looking sexy as hell with his unkempt hair.

"Mmm, that smells good," he complimented, coming up right behind me and wrapping me in his embrace. He tucked his face into the slope of my shoulder and breathed me into him before placing a few small kisses there. "Did you sleep good?"

"I did, thank you. Though, why didn't you come to bed with me?" I asked, turning in his embrace so I could study him. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him close.

"I wasn't sure if that was okay," he admitted. "We said we were okay, but we hadn't really touched upon the intimacy part and I didn't want to overstep."

"I appreciate your thoughtfulness. Just so we are clear for future reference, I am okay with us sharing a bed, Vince. I did not like waking up alone," I whispered the confession, feeling a bit vulnerable.

"I didn't like it either," he grinned, pulling me in for a more intimate hug. As he held me, I heard him turn off the stove before he moved us to the island. His hands roved over my body teasingly as his mouth fused with mine in a deep, sensual kiss. "I love that you are wearing my shirt," he breathed. "I'll have to give you one with my name on it."

I chuckled. "Possessive much?"

"Can you blame me?" He asked, hoisting me up onto the island countertop.

"No, I can't," I beamed, holding him close.

When his hands dipped under the shirt, and he realized I didn't have underwear on, he moaned his appreciation right as his fingers flirted with the sensitive flesh of my core. My head rolled back, my eyes closing in the euphoric feelings crashing over me. Vincent's lips and tongue danced across the sensitive skin of my neck and collarbone, his fingers sliding into me, his thumb rubbing my c**t. "You're so wet," he hummed against my skin. "Did you dream about me, sweetheart?"

"Yes."

I felt him smile. "Tell me, what did I do to you?"

I licked my lips, trying to find the courage to tell him. I had dressed like this on purpose and had started cooking in the hopes it would lead us here... "You had me up on the counter and were eating me out," I whispered, my cheeks flaring as the rest of the dream played out in my mind's eye. I was embarrassed by what my mind had come up with.

"There's more," Vince guessed, slowly sitting down on a chair in front of me so he could more comfortably reach my throbbing s*x. "Tell me," he commanded, one hand pushing on my chest, silently asking me to lay down, as the other hand pulled my thighs apart far enough for him to lean in and taste me.

A mangled cry left my throat. I had been a hot and bothered mess since I woke up and the feelings had not abated in the slightest. I was already damn close to exploding. My hands tangled in his hair as he licked and sucked. His hands explored my thighs and abdomen briefly before he curled a few fingers inside and started rubbing my G-spot. His lips closed around my c**t and sucked, hard. I would have come off the countertop had he not held me down with his other arm.

"Tell me, Jo," he purred, loving my response to him.

"Don't judge me for what my mind did in its sleep," I started in warning, not sure how he would take this next bit of information.

"I'm intrigued." I peeked down and didn't see any judgment, only curiosity. I prayed that wouldn't change.

Licking my lips, and closing my eyes, I whispered, "You used the silicone whisk as... a toy."

He sat up slowly, a thoughtful look in his gaze as he turned to look at the utensil in question. "Interesting," he murmured, standing up and reaching for it. "Would you like me to try and use it on you now?" He held it up between us.

The thing looked rather wide. I wasn't sure if it would fit without hurting. But... I couldn't say I wasn't curious either. I nodded. "Yes."

"If it is uncomfortable or hurts, just tell me and I will stop using it, okay?"

Again, I nodded, thankful he wasn't put off by this, on top of recognizing my hesitancy. Slowly, carefully, he pushed the whisk into me. It was an odd feeling because it stretched me, yet didn't give the satisfaction of being full. It was a different sensation to what I had ever felt before.

"Is this okay?" He asked, moving it in and out slowly.

I nodded, my hands clinging to the edge of the counter, my legs resting gently on his arms.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes," I rasped, moaning my pleasure when he started gently rubbing my c**t.

"Good." He continued his ministrations until I fell apart. After gently pulling the whisk from me, he picked me up and sat down with me on top of him in the kitchen chair. The instant I was in his lap, he slid home inside me. The feeling of his hard c**k throbbing so deeply had me right there on the brink again.

Damn, this whole thing made me feel like I was some kind of horny teenager again. I couldn't get enough.

In this position, though, I had more control. I had access to his lips, neck and chest. I kissed, sucked, touched and explored everywhere I could reach. I had him moaning my name, begging me for release. I had to admit, it was a high all on its own knowing I had such power over him, knowing I could drive him to that same brink of insanity. Taking my hips in his hands, he drove up into me wildly until we were both falling apart. After we came down off of our joined climax, we filled plates with the breakfast I had made and sat down at the table to eat.

Halfway through, Vincent looked up at me and in a serious tone said, "I would like to talk to you about something."

"Okay?"

He chewed on his words for a moment before saying, "Would you be interested in an open relationship?"

I paused as the dream I'd had last night became a sharp memory in my mind. Slowly, I set down my fork, a thoughtful expression crossing my face. "So that hadn't been a dream," I murmured.

"What hadn't?"

"Did you and Riley have a conversation last night about this?"

Vincent nodded. "We thought you were asleep."

"I was... Kind of. I thought I had dreamed the conversation into existence."

"Oh?"

The blush crept up my face as I admitted I was curious about having an open relationship, and how my mind, as I was drifting off to sleep on the couch, had contemplated having both of them as partners.

"So, you are open to the idea of an open relationship?"

"I am."

"Would you be comfortable with more than just two partners?"

"How many are we talking about?" I asked nervously.

"Four," he readily supplied.

My gaze dropped, and I bit my bottom lip as the nerves took hold.

"Jo?"

"Is it bad that I have had fantasies about being banged by several partners all at once?"