Thirteen #2
Giving into the lust, taking the pleasure he’s so willingly giving…it’s a slippery slope. One I doubt I’ll find my way off of easily.
He must be witnessing the war waging inside my brain, because he cocks his head to the side while those whiskey-brown eyes turn into liquid gold.
“I’ll let you come, Nix. But you have to ask me for it.”
I let out a frustrated groan as his wicked ministrations continue, creating an urgency inside me I’ve never felt before. One hell-bent on release, no matter the cost.
Still, I know I can’t give in, so I allow my eyes to sink closed again, if only to prevent the look on his face from making me cave. Yet as he keeps stroking and rolling his thumb in that one spot with expertise, I become desperate for more anyway.
More friction, more skin, just fucking more.
My hips finally join in of their own accord, thrusting up into his touch. Giving into the lust and desire coursing through my veins like a drug. But it’s no use. I won’t get what I want from him. Not unless I—
“Ask for it,” he whispers again. I swear I can feel the heat of his breath coasting over my lips when he continues, “Ask, and it’s yours.”
My fists grip the sheets, and the second his tongue flicks out against my lips, I know I’m a goner. Lost to the abyss that is my lust and desire for the one man on this planet I know I shouldn’t want.
“Hold, I—”
A rap on the door cuts the words off before they can form on my lips, and my eyes fly to the door. Another knock comes, and then I hear Kason’s voice muffled through the door. “Hey, Phoe?”
My gaze flicks back to Holden, and I hold a finger up to my lips, signaling him to keep silent. To his credit, he manages to keep his mouth shut…while still teasing the tip of my cock with his thumb.
“Stop,” I mouth, before trying to smack his hand away. There’s no point in continuing, what with the moment of release I was desperate for having been doused by a bucket of ice water in the form of my best friend’s voice.
There’s another knock, and this time, the doorknob rattles like he’s trying to get inside. “Phoe? You in there?”
My eyes widen as I look at Holden, and a devious little smirk sits on his lips when he sees the fear sure to be written all over my face.
“Don’t worry,” he whispers, giving my tip a gentle squeeze. “Unlike you, I locked it. Now, are you gonna answer him?”
My lips part slightly, and I swear, I’m halfway torn between kissing him for ensuring no one could walk in on this and tossing him into the pool from the goddamn balcony for putting me in this position to begin with.
“I, uh, yeah, Kase. Just kinda” —I suck in a breath as Holden rubs the sensitive spot below the head again— “occupied at the moment.”
“Shit, sorry,” he calls, undoubtedly a little embarrassed. Probably because he knows what I was up to. Just not who with. A fact made only more apparent when he asks, “I was just wondering if you’ve seen Holden. He said he was getting us drinks but hasn’t come back yet.”
Holden’s eyes flare as he continues tormenting me with merely two fingers and his hypnotic stare. “I did say that, didn’t I? Guess I got distracted.”
Oh, for the love of fucking God.
“Answer him,” Holden commands, this time squeezing the tip to nearly the point of pain.
“I…haven’t,” I say loud enough for Kason to hear, still keeping my gaze locked with Holden’s. “He’s probably in the bathroom. Fixing his hair or something.”
There’s an awkward laugh on the other side of the door. “Okay. I’ll leave you to, uh…whatever you’re doing and try to find him.”
Holden and I both remain silent, waiting for the telltale sound of Kason’s footfalls retreating down the stairs.
“You’re unbelievable,” I mutter, my fingers digging into his forearm.
“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” he whispers back.
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
“Well, it should be.”
On the last word, he presses and rolls that nerve one final time, and my release slams into me like a Mack truck without warning. Cum spurts free from my cock, the warm liquid spilling onto my chest and over Holden’s fingers.
“Oh, shit,” I curse, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip to prevent myself from making more noise than I already am.
Holden works me through my climax, eyes never leaving me the entire time. He makes no sign of stopping his wicked ministrations either, milking every last drop of pleasure he can from me until I force him to by wrapping my hand around his wrist.
My chest heaves as I come down from the high of my orgasm, and as soon as I do, the shame for what just happened hits. Hard enough, I close my eyes and hope that maybe Holden will be gone by the time my heart rate slows.
But luck has never been on my side when it comes to this guy, so why would that change now?
“I’ll be damned,” he whispers, his hand slipping from my grip. “Never would’ve taken you for an exhibitionist.”
My eyes open at the sound of his voice to find a mixture of amusement and lust in his gaze. Irritation settles in at the former, but I’m not quite sure how to feel about the latter.
“I’m not.”
He shrugs before rising from the bed. “With the way you just came? I’d beg to differ.”
I go to rebut, but I’m left silently gaping when his attention shifts to the hand he used to get me off.
Two fingers are still coated in my release, evidence of my wrongdoings there for us both to see.
Only rather than heading into the bathroom only ten feet away to wash it away, the fucker pops each of them in his mouth and sucks them clean.
And despite having just been wrung dry not two minutes ago, my cock throbs with an aching want at the sight.
What is wrong with me?
“You can come out and join us, you know,” he says nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just sample my cum like finger food.
I continue to gape at him, a mixture of irritation and disbelief taking over, rendering me incapable of responding.
He must take my silence as a rejection, though, because he shrugs and takes a step toward the door. “Or not.”
I watch as he crosses the room, and only when his hand is on the knob do words come barreling from my mouth without permission.
“I never asked for it.”
My words give him pause, and I don’t need to see his face to know he’s smiling. It’s clear as day in his voice when he responds.
“Your eyes did the talking your mouth wouldn’t.” He glances over his shoulder with a wink. “And don’t worry, Nixy. The first one’s always free.”