His Queen

Cleo's Night In

“D-do I...” Exhaling one quick pant of frustration, Cleo tried again, “You want me to t-tell you about it?” Tyrone smirked moving closer, his body heat so tantalizing Cleo felt dizzy in the head. “Yes, I want to hear all about it. Paint me a picture if need be.”  

Cleo wasn’t sure she could do this. Talk about her first time being intimate with herself with the guy she’d been thinking of the entire time. But when Tyrone met her eyes, she felt her fears melt as he lightly teased, “Unless you’re scared.”  

And she smirked back, “Fine, if you need to know...”  

After Tyrone had left, Cleo had pushed everything in her top dresser wanting to forget what happened. He’d seen the sexy lingerie sure, no problem. It was the vibrator for her though. A s*x toy.  

Most guys would think she was insulting their pride. But Tyrone had seemed almost excited about it. Sighing, Cleo gave up thinking about it, it hurt her brain to try and play clue and figure out what he was thinking.  

After a hot shower, Cleo was rubbing lotion into her legs when Hailey called out, “I’m going to bed, goodnight.” Cleo called it back and still only in her towel, went to her door. Peyton was in the basement still going in and out with her recent using. And Hailey was going to bed, so she locked the door slowly.  

Breathing out, Cleo felt ridiculous going into her dresser and grabbing the vibrator. It was pretty easy to pop the batteries in, and she looked at the small remote it came with. Turning it on, she jumped and squeaked when it vibrated.  

Loudly.  

Turning it off, she held her breath to see if she’d disturbed Hailey or somehow woke up the neighbors.  But when nothing made a sound but the annoying beep of the fire alarm, Cleo sighed in relief.  

Looking around her room, Hailey realized she needed background noise. Getting up slowly, Cleo crept from her room into Peyton’s and immediately spotted what she needed. The laptop and Bluetooth speaker.  

Both had been Peyton’s something she’d gotten purely to just get. Cleo picked both up and then rushed back into her room and locked the door again. Turning on the laptop and speaker, Cleo didn’t want to click Netflix, it seemed too obvious.  

So, she decided on YouTube, ignoring all of Peyton’s country music and white trap music, she settled for a youtuber. As the speaker lit up and played audio at a reasonable volume for her, she turned back on the vibrator and found it wasn’t as loud as she’d made it out to be.  

Giggling as the vibrations shook her hand, Cleo threw it on the bed and turned it back off. Breathing out still awkward about all of it Cleo hit her light. Picking up her phone, she was scrolling through her photos when she saw it.  

And unaware snapped photo of Tyrone, shirt wet from an impromptu water fight between them. He was smiling, eyes sparked with this mischievous glint she loved. Biting her bottom lip, Cleo breathed out lustfully.  

She wanted to know her own pleasure, she had to know it outside of someone else. Or she’d be lost in what she wanted. And that didn’t sound like fun to her.  

So, she stopped being a big ass baby and laid back in bed. Looking at the picture again, Cleo breathed out as she picked up the vibrator. Trying to push the bulbous head inside, it hurt and felt too uncomfortable.  

Confused, Cleo kept trying but gave up when it refused to budge. Feeling inept, Cleo went into her closet to her dresser to get pajamas.  

But instead, she found a bottle of bourbon she’d been drinking on a few depressed weeks ago. Grabbing it, Cleo took a hearty swig. She felt annoyed she couldn’t get out of her own head to give herself pleasure.  

Thinking something was broken in her made Cleo get a little too tipsy. But maybe that was why the next attempt went a LOT different.  

Stopping, Cleo was hot in the face, “Ty, this is weird.” Tyrone smiled amused, “Should I get a bottle?” Shoving his chest, he was still chuckling as she pouted put out. But he kissed her sweetly and whispered, “I want to know, not to embarrass you, but because it turns me on to hear it. If you want to stop, don’t tell me what I know happens next.”  

Cleo met his gaze, the words coming off her tongue was like liquor had encouraged the words, “I thought about you.”  

The bourbon made her hot, Cleo had never felt this way before when she drank. Usually drinking made her cry and contemplate dark thoughts. But tonight, as only Tyrone seemed to swim in her brain, she drunkenly wished he was there.  

She missed his warmth, his strength, the way he looked at her. It all seemed burned in her brain as she reached for the vibrator again. Feeling warmth in her face, Cleo panted as she tried again to set in slowly.  

“Relax baby, let it slid in naturally.” Tyrone’s husky voice whispered in her ear. Relaxing, the vibrator nestled inside of her. The little piece resting against her clit as she numbly grabbed the remote. Unsure, Cleo looked at the three little buttons. Low, med, high.  

“Start of slow,” Tyrone’s voice told her, and Cleo listened. “Let yourself build up.” Turning it on low, Cleo put a hand over her mouth as the vibrator made her hips buck off the bed. It was a low hum, but it felt so damn good, inside of her, and against her.  

Gasping as she grabbed the sheets enjoying the new sensations. “Turn it up, keep going.” Cleo clicked the second button. It was a little rougher, but it felt just as amazing. Head going back, she withered as the music blasting seemed louder now, as if masking the little noises, she unknowingly made.  

Feeling her thighs tremble, Cleo didn’t know she hit the last button. Not until she heard what she fantasied Tyrone would say, “That’s good baby, so good. Feel that pressure? Follow it, let it all go.”  

Cleo shattered, toes curling as she panted tossing in her bed. “Good baby, so good.” Cleo rode out the o****m for a minute until she grew to sensitive and turned off the vibrator.  

“There, I’m done.” Cleo groaned hiding her face a little. Tyrone was so hard it hurt, god it was hotter than he’d thought, and he wished he’d been there for it. He wanted so badly to touch her right here and now, but instead, he checked the time.  Three in the morning, “We should go to bed, come on.”  

Hitting lights as they went to his room, Tyrone watched Cleo crawl into his bed. She put her hair up in a bun as he pulled his shirt off. Tyrone usually slept naked, but he didn’t think their first sleep over should be that intimate.  

Lying beside her, Cleo curled into his arms and Tyrone breathed her in. “Tyrone?” Holding her spooned into his chest, Tyrone asked, “Yeah?” Cleo bit her bottom lip, “Do you think of me?” Tyrone didn’t need to ask in what way.  

He instead kissed her neck gently, “Every time.” Looking back at him, Cleo smiled a little before giving him a kiss goodnight. Tyrone hummed as she pulled back and whispered, “Good night baby.” Cleo smiled, “Good night.”  

They both fell asleep at the same time, their heartbeats synchronized.