Chapter 21 #2
“Of course.”
“I don’t want to lose this, us, after all of this is said and done with. So if it gets to be too much, we stop. Okay?” His words are heavy with something more than caution over this new arrangement, but I don’t pry.
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Okay,” he echos.
A smile breaks over my face and I surge up, placing my lips against his with my arms wrapped around his neck. He pauses, but only for a moment before he dives in, kissing me back with force.
A moan slips from my lips when his tongue brushes mine and I arch, chasing any contact of his body on mine. Breaking our kiss, he pulls back, face flushed and eyes molten.
“We don’t have to do anything tonight. That’s not why I asked you to stay or why I agreed to this. I’m more than happy to just lay in bed and watch a movie with you.”
He’s giving me an out. He’s giving me a choice.
And I choose him. I’ll always choose him.
“I mean, if you would rather teach me how to play sudoku—”
“The last thing I want to teach you right now is how to play a brain puzzle.”
I giggle. “Then maybe a different kind of lesson?”
“How about a group one where we both get to learn? Because if we are really going to do this, then before we go any farther, I want to know exactly what makes you tick.”
You. You make me tick until I freaking explode. Every. Single. Time.
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Then give me a show like the good girl I know you are.” I let out a shaky breath when he slides off the bed and looks down at me like he’s trying to memorize every second of this moment. “Spread your legs.”
My chest rises and falls quickly as I follow his command. He lets out a low groan when I pull the edge of my sleep shorts to the side, exposing my bare center.
“No panties? That’s very naughty of you.”
“I don’t like sleeping in them. When I got back from filming and put on my comfy clothes, I just… forgot.”
His eyes flash to mine. “Well isn’t that a happy accident then?”
I bite my lip to hide my smile and shift on the bed. “What do you want to see now, sir?”
“Show me what you like. What you do when you’re alone, thinking of—”
“You,” I cut him off. “I think of you.”
Without breaking eye contact, I lift my hand and trail it down my side, teasing the edge of my shorts before slipping under the silky fabric. My head drops back as my fingers brush my pulsing clit.
“Look at me.”
My head pops up and I suck in a breath at the sight of him.
He’s panting like a caged beast, his shirt discarded and his tattooed-covered skin shining under the low light.
My eyes drop lower and I lick my lips at the impressive outline I wish more than anything wasn’t covered by his joggers right now.
“See something you like?”
I nod. “I’d like to see more though.”
A smirk tilts his lips, his canines flashing. “I did say it was a group lesson, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly as my hips begin to move, meeting the motion of my fingers. “Please, sir, I want to learn what you like too.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Agonizingly slow, he dips his thumbs into the waistband and pushes them down his hips until his length springs free. My eyes widen at the sheer size of him, but it’s the several small bars lining the bottom of his shaft that have my breath stalling in my chest.
He takes himself in his hand and pumps slowly, wiping his thumb over the tip and collecting the precum that sits there.
“Fuck,” I hiss as the tip of my finger slips to my entrance.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Push inside and show me how you fuck yourself, wishing it was me touching you instead.”
I moan at his dirty mouth and obediently follow his command. My eyes don’t leave his hand moving up and down his length. I’m a panting mess as I finger myself, cursing the distance between us because he’s right. I do wish it was him touching me right now.
I add another finger, groaning at the slight stretch but knowing it isn’t nearly enough. It hasn’t been ever since experiencing his skilled fingers inside me last time.
“Look at how wet you are and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“It’s because of you,” I breathe.
“Just the thought of me does this to you?”
I meet his eyes, unwavering. “It always does.”
He grunts as his hand falters. “Fuck, sunshine. Keep talking like that and you’ll make me come.”
“Please,” I beg. “I want to see you.”
Gritting his teeth, he tightens his hold on his cock and pumps forcefully. My eyes stay glued to his fist, my fingers matching his pace.
Fire licks at the base of my spine and I let out a needy whine. He grunts, dropping a hand to the bed. And the second his fingers wrap around my ankle, I explode.
With a single touch from him, nowhere even near where I truly want him, I’m barreling over the edge, chanting his name. His moan harmonizes with mine as I watch him come all over his hand.
Breathing heavy, he looks at me with warm eyes. “That’s my good girl. Show me how good that made you feel.”
I pull my hand from my shorts and hold it up. A gasp lodges in my throat when he leans forward, taking my glistening fingers into his mouth with a hum. “God, you’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“Better than the cheesecake?” I ask quietly.
He huffs a laugh, kissing the inside of my palm. “Best thing I will ever have.”
I smile at his words, my thumb instinctively brushing over his cheek.
You’re the best thing I’ll ever have too.