Chapter 15 #2
My grip tightens on the device as I glance between it and Walker.
The choice is all mine, and I know that if I asked him to leave, he would—but I don’t want that.
Instead, I’m determined to pull a reaction from him, to prove that I affect him just as much as he affects me.
The thought fuels my confidence, giving me the courage to speak my mind without restraint.
“Oh, I’m still game. The question is, can you keep up this little discipline act of yours while I’m sprawled naked on the bed, playing with my vibrator?”
Flirting with Walker makes my heart race, and when I’m not overthinking, it feels effortless—like we’re drawn together by gravity, every glance and every touch pulling us closer.
He raises an eyebrow. “That’s one dirty mouth for someone who claims to be so innocent.”
I shrug. “What can I say? All those flirting lessons are doing wonders for my confidence.”
“Look at you, putting what you’ve learned into practice.” He takes a step toward me but stops himself at the last second. “Why don’t you show me by taking off your clothes. I want to look at you,” he says, his chocolate-brown eyes pinning me in place. “All of you.”
There’s no denying him when he uses that low, commanding tone that sends a shiver down my spine.
I set the device on the bed, my hands slightly shaking as I lift my tank top over my head, revealing my plain white bra.
I mentally scold myself for not wearing something sexier, fully aware there was a chance I’d end up here tonight.
I’m jolted out of my self-conscious spiral by Walker’s firm tone. “Birdie, look at me.”
I slowly meet his heated gaze. “Yeah?”
“You’re so beautiful.” His voice comes out rough.
I can’t stop the smile from tugging at my lips, his words giving me the reassurance I need to slide down my shorts and panties, leaving only my bra.
When I glance back at Walker, I find his hand gripping the doorframe. The air between us crackles with tension, heat shooting through me and settling low in my belly.
“Take your bra off,” he orders.
I inhale deeply as I reach around to unfasten the clasp. The straps fall from my shoulders, cool air brushing against my nipples as I toss my bra to the floor along with the rest of my clothes.
Walker gazes at me with reverence and want written all over his face. “Fuck, you really are perfect.”
The lingering nerves that had been clawing at me a few minutes ago have dissolved into burning arousal, leaving my body taut and ready to snap under the weight of anticipation.
“Now what?” I ask softly, reveling in this little game of cat and mouse where he takes the lead and I follow, all the while pushing the limits of his self-control.
“Lie on the bed facing me and spread your legs so I can see you,” Walker says, his throat bobbing with a hard swallow.
I let out a shaky whimper, his reply sending an electric current racing down my spine.
I climb on the bed and lie down on my back.
The old me would be trembling with embarrassment, but seeing Walker leaning against the doorway, looking at me as he adjusts his hard-on, sparks a newfound sense of confidence.
Even now, a simmering heat spreads through my core, whereas usually I’d barely feel a flicker of desire.
“You ready?” he asks, reinforcing that this is my call to make.
“Yes,” I state, grabbing the vibrator from the mattress beside me.
Walker clenches his free hand at his side, his jaw tightening. “Good. I want you to push the tip inside and get it nice and wet for me.”
A shiver snakes down my spine, as I draw in a shaky breath. The second the device slips inside, pleasure blooms at the intrusion, and I imagine it’s his cock. It’s one of the only parts I haven’t seen of him, but judging by the giant bulge in his Wranglers, it’s safe to say he’s packing.
Focus, Birdie.
After a moment to calm my nerves, I ask, “What comes next?”
“Turn on the vibrator.”
Walker’s voice anchors me as a soft hum buzzes through the air.
The pulse courses through me, and I moan softly as the vibrations tease my entrance.
Usually, this is when the frustration sets in because the stimulation is never enough to fully satisfy.
However, it’s different this time, and my skin is exquisitely sensitive to every flicker of sensation rippling through my core.
Searching for more friction, I move the device in a steady motion, my gaze wandering to Walker.
“You’re a damn vision, Birdie,” he groans, his fingers digging into the doorframe.
His words are an aphrodisiac, making me pick up my pace, each stroke fueled by his praise.
“Oh, Walker,” I gasp.
I wish more than anything it was his cock thrusting inside me, drawing me closer to a release I’ve only ever dreamed of until now.
“Angle the toy so the small arm is on your clit,” he instructs, his voice catching slightly.
When the narrow arm finds my clit it sends a rush through me that knocks the air from my lungs.
My free hand fists the comforter while I roll my hips in circles and drag the tip over the nub until I’m lightheaded.
The rush of euphoria leaves me dizzy, but it’s still not enough to push me over the edge.
I lift my head to see the corners of Walker’s mouth quirking up, his grip on the doorframe so tight his knuckles have gone white.
“I need you,” I whimper. “Please.”
My vision swims as I struggle to focus long enough to push the main shaft farther inside, a moan tearing from my throat as the device continues to pulsate.
“God, you’re so hot when you beg.” His ghost of a smile deepens to a smirk. “You need me to help get you off, baby? Is that what you’ve been missing?”
I bob my head, propping myself up on one elbow to get a better look at him. His white T-shirt clings to his biceps, flexing with every movement, and I look down to the outline in his Wranglers, swelling against the fabric.
He unfastens his jeans and reaches beneath the waistband of his boxers, pulling his cock out.
His jeans hang low on his hips, showcasing the delicious V-line and the hard planes of his abs.
He’s unbelievably huge, and though part of me wonders how it could ever possibly fit, another part is fantasizing about us jumping straight to that particular lesson tonight.
I remind myself to slow down and drink in every shared glance, every groan, every unspoken reassurance that passes between us. This moment will be fleeting and someday when I’m lying on this very bed alone without him here, I’ll call on it to push me past the brink.
I’m mesmerized as Walker spits in his hand before stroking his shaft, starting at the bottom and reaching the tip, smearing the drop of pre-cum over the crown.
“Look what you fucking do to me.” He glances down at his erect cock as he moves his hand faster up and down.
He looks untamed and uninhabited, jaw tight and nostrils flaring, and right now, he’s all mine.
Witnessing his unfiltered reaction firsthand only fuels my own hunger, and I bite my lip as my free hand moves to my left breast, cupping it firmly as I flick my nipple. The extra stimulation sends a ripple straight to my core, and my lids flutter closed as I’m lost in a rush of bliss.
“Eyes on me.” The authority in Walker’s voice demands obedience. “When you come, you’ll look at the man who made you lose control.”
I obey, snapping them open, wanting him to witness every tremor that claims me as I chase my first release. It’s all because of him, and my body’s surrender is a silent confession.
“Turn up the speed of the vibrator and roll your hips until you find your G-spot.” His gaze remains locked on me as he moves toward the bed.
I do as he instructs, the stronger pulse sending a wave of heat through me as I tentatively explore, adjusting the device in search of the sweet spot I’ve only ever heard about.
Just when I begin to think that it might not exist, the main shaft brushes against a sensitive area, sending a rush through me that knocks the air from my lungs.
“Now use the little arm of the vibrator to put more pressure on your clit,” he growls.
I lick my lips as I push down on my nub again, the vein in Walker’s neck pulsing sharply with every moan that escapes me.
I’m immersed in a haze of desire, a swirling inferno of heat in my core pushing me to the brink.
With him so close, I’m desperate for a tangible connection that’ll be etched into my memory, and leave no doubt about how much I want this.
I meet Walker’s gaze, panting. “I want to watch you come.”
The muscles in his hand tighten around his cock, a low, guttural sound escaping his throat.
He tugs his shirt over his head with his free hand and holds it out in front of him, picking up speed as he strokes himself.
He never takes his eyes off me, calling my name as he finds his release.
I’m mesmerized as ropes of cum land on his shirt, the musky scent filling the air as he coaxes out every last drop.
It sends me spiraling over the edge, my back bowing off the bed as I fall apart.
I pull the vibrator from me, turning it off and dropping it beside me.
My body is burning with a lustful haze, and I feel like I’m floating, suspended on a cloud of bliss.
My head collapses on the pillow as I catch my breath.
I glance over to see Walker wiping himself clean and tucking himself back inside his pants before tossing his shirt into the waste bin in the corner.
“Better not get pulled over tonight,” I tease with a grin. “Then again, I’d love to hear the excuse you’d give one of the other deputies for driving home without a shirt.”
“I’m sure they’d come to a conclusion close to the truth, but who could blame me for not being able to resist my girlfriend, who’s also the prettiest girl in town?” He bends down and presses a gentle kiss to my temple. “I’m so fucking grateful I got to experience this with you.”
I give him a sleepy smile. “Thank you.”
I’m lightheaded, grateful for Walker’s patience, and his praise brought me to heights I thought were out of my reach. I barely notice when he slips from the room, coming back a minute later with a warm washcloth and gently wiping between my legs.
Once he’s dried me off with a towel, he retrieves a clean oversized tee from my dresser. I slip it over my head and lay back in bed, letting him tuck the covers around me.
“Is there anything else you need, sweetheart?” he murmurs.
I’m flooded with conflicting emotions. The thought of him leaving after what we just shared twists my stomach into knots.
I want nothing more than to beg him to stay, but I swallow it back.
No matter how badly I long to be wrapped up with him all night, the butterflies swirling in my belly after he just called me his girlfriend has me worried that any hope of keeping my feelings in check where he’s concerned is already lost.
“No, but thank you,” I say, propping up on my elbow to kiss him. “Tonight was beyond anything I could have imagined.”
“Just you wait until our next lesson.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” I whisper.
More than I probably should for someone in a no-strings-attached, fake-dating situation, but since I just had my first climax, I’m going to chalk it up to being temporarily delusional and thoroughly satisfied.