Don’t touch yourself in front of someone else
DON’T TOUCH YOURSELF IN FRONT OF SOMEONE ELSE
Brynn
I slapped my winning hand down on the blanket we were sitting on in front of the roaring fire and raised my hands up in the air. “Aha, gotcha. Finally!”
Wyatt was a skilled poker player, something I’d learned by losing over and over again. But after ten rounds, I had finally gotten a good hand that I knew there was no way he could beat.
His lips tilted in a sexy smile that had my insides turning to mush, and his heated gaze watched me like he was thinking about devouring me. My smile faltered and my shoulders sagged.
“No way. You did not beat me,” I said, disappointment bringing me down from the high of what I thought had been an obvious victory.
He looked down at his cards and then tossed them face down into the pile before scooping up all the cards. “Nope, I didn’t. Another round?” he asked, already shuffling the deck.
I placed my hand on his, staring at him intently. “I won? For real?”
He smiled, his eyes softening as he stared at me. “Yeah, baby. You did.”
I jumped up and did a happy dance on the blanket, causing Wyatt to burst out in laughter, but I was too happy to be self-conscious. “I knew it! I knew it was a good hand!”
He tossed the cards to the side and stood up, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his chest. I laughed, happier than I’d been in so long.
I felt lighter too. Not from winning the game, but from the last several days of toe-curling sex, great company, and a lot of laughter from the simplest things.
Wyatt slid his hand through my hair, which looked redder in the firelight, before moving it to the nape of my neck, while his other hand held me around the waist. I was so lost in the warmth of his gaze I didn’t even realize right away that he was swaying us, as if we were dancing to a slow song only the two of us could hear.
My chest tightened the longer I stared in his eyes, losing myself in his gaze. “Wyatt,” I whispered, not sure if it was meant to be a plea or a question.
The corner of his mouth tilted up. “Dance with me.”
“There’s no music.”
“Sing for me.”
“What?”
His thumb brushed the lobe of my ear. “You heard me.”
It had been a long time since I’d sung in front of someone without instruments and costumes. I was stripped down to just my voice. I nibbled my lip for a minute before I decided to sing the song I’d started writing over the past week.
“All eyes on me,
I can hardly breathe.
Whispers in my head and every corner of the street
All the things unsaid to people I’ll never meet.
I cry, I plead, I beg,
But only in my head.
Everyone wants to hear what I have to say,
But no one wants to listen to the words.
Like a statue in a museum, I stand tall and frozen
Surrounded by prying eyes, but still all alone.
And then came you
Like a beacon in the darkness
A light who saw through
All the chaos and loneliness
And now all I see is you.
All I see is you.”
His eyes burned into mine as I dropped the final note. “It’s a little rough. It’s a new song I’ve been working on.” I swallowed thickly as he continued to not say anything. I dropped my gaze. “I know it’s not very—”
He tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him. “I loved it. Every word.” His tone held such sincerity, I had no reason to doubt him.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine in a kiss that was softer, more tender, than any we’d shared before. There was so much care, so much emotion behind it, tears burned my eyes.
He broke the kiss but rested his forehead against mine. “I think I could listen to you sing my grocery list and think it was worthy of a Grammy. You have such a beautiful voice, Brynn.”
“Thank you,” I said, my voice hoarse from all the emotions bubbling under the surface that I was holding back.
It was too soon to feel all the things this man brought out in me.
He kissed me again, his tongue skimming across my lips until I parted them and he could slide it into my mouth. Our kiss grew heated like it always seemed to whenever our mouths met. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and ripped it off, my fingers gliding over his firm pecs and toned abs.
“God, you have the hottest body.”
He laughed. “You stole the words right out of my mouth,” he said, but his gaze was clearly locked on where my breasts were straining against his T-shirt that I’d thrown on before we started playing poker.
Following my lead, he gripped the hem of the shirt and pulled it slowly off my body.
He tossed it onto the floor toward the couch without breaking his gaze from mine.
He swallowed hard, and I watched in fascination as his Adam’s apple bobbed.
It still amazed me that he seemed to be as affected by me as I was by him.
It felt like a miracle that life had brought us together.
He closed the distance between us with one step, wrapping my hair around his hand and tilting my head back as he sealed his lips over mine in a kiss that I felt down to my toes.
His other hand slid down my body, gently pinching my peaked nipples before moving down to my clit.
I let out a whimpering mewl when he only brushed over it once and then squealed when he picked me up and kneeled, gently laying me down beneath him.
He sat back on his heels and stared at my body like it was a feast made just for him. When his gaze met mine, there was a challenge there that had my interest piqued.
“I want to watch while you touch yourself.”
My mouth parted in an O. “W-what?”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you masturbating in that bathtub and everything the bubbles covered. I want to see it. I want to see the way you bring yourself pleasure.”
He brought me more pleasure than I’d ever felt on my own, but I wouldn’t deny his request. Truth was I hadn’t stopped thinking about it either. And masturbating—at least on purpose—in front of someone was something I’d never done. I wanted to experience everything with him.
I moved my hand to my clit, but he gripped my wrist and arched a brow. “Do you always just go for the gold?”
“No, but I thought that’s what you wanted to see.”
He leaned over me, his face just an inch from mine. “Touch yourself the way I would touch you. The way I would tease you until you were so wet it dripped down to the blanket. The way I would bring you right to the edge before launching you over. Can you do that, baby?”
I wasn’t sure I could even breathe from how turned on he’d just made me. “Yes,” I whispered. A part of me wanted to beg him to just do it himself and do exactly what he’d said, but the bigger part of me wanted to prove to him I could do this.
Despite the fact I knew he’d already seen me do this before, I was surprised by how self-conscious I suddenly felt. I wasn’t typically a woman who lacked confidence, but even when I had in the past, I’d lived by the mantra “fake it ‘til you make it.”
So, I did exactly what he’d told me to do. I pretended my hand was his hand. It wasn’t as callused, so I closed my eyes to try to really get into it.
“Look at me when you touch yourself.”
My eyes snapped open and I met his hungry gaze.
My heart rate spiked, but so did the arousal between my legs.
Not breaking eye contact with him, I slid my hand down my chest to my breasts.
I swirled my finger around my nipple, but it didn’t feel as good as it did when he sucked on it, which gave me an idea.
Sticking two fingers in my mouth, I sucked on them once and then licked them thoroughly making sure they were nice and wet.
A low growl escaped from Wyatt and in my periphery, he flexed his fingers where they rested on his thighs.
I took my wet fingers and slid them over my breast, then formed a V with my first two fingers and rubbed them on either side of my hard nipple, occasionally pinching the nipple between them like Wyatt so often did with his teeth—not enough to hurt, but enough to send a shot of lust straight to my pussy.
I rubbed my thighs together, hoping to ease the slight ache since I knew Wyatt expected me to play with myself longer before I moved down to my clit.
His gaze dropped to my pussy where I had no doubt he could see how wet I was.
“Already?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“Just thinking about you turns me on, Wyatt. Touching myself while imagining it’s you and seeing how badly you want me is enough to make me combust from need.”
He closed his eyes and his jaw clenched as if he was in pain, but when he opened his eyes, it wasn’t pain there. It was desire. The fiercest desire I’d ever seen.
“I need to touch my clit.”
“Do it,” he growled, granting me the permission I’d been hoping for.
I slid my hand down my toned stomach to my plump clit and rubbed it softly.
My fingers had gotten dry from when I played with my nipples, and I thought about dipping them in the arousal that was pooling barely an inch away from my clit, but I loved the fire in Wyatt’s eyes so much when I’d sucked them in my mouth that I decided to do it again.
Except as soon as I got close to my mouth, Wyatt grabbed my wrist and brought my fingers to his mouth instead.
It was my turn to wear a hungry expression, because watching Wyatt suck on my fingers and lick them was insanely erotic in a way I never thought it would be.
Once he got them good and wet, he placed my fingers directly on my clit, and then put his hands back on his thighs, gripping them tight as he watched me like he was right on the cliff’s edge from pouncing on me and taking over.
I swirled my clit with my now wet fingers, getting more turned on with every second that I had Wyatt’s attention on my every move.
My pussy was clenching on nothing, the pleasure building and building and building.
My chest heaved as my breath started to come out in heavy pants, my eyelids lowered as it became harder and harder to keep them open once the pleasure grew to a crescendo.
“Wyatt,” I moaned. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, baby. Let me see you.”
I rubbed faster, maintaining the same pressure but increasing the pace until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore and stars burst across my vision. I cried out, my legs shaking as my orgasm rolled through me like a lazy, yet powerful wave.
I dropped my head back to the blanket, my body spent and my chest heaving. God, that was a heady experience.
A wet tongue slid through my folds, and I lifted my head to find Wyatt’s face between my legs, his tongue licking up my wet slit to my still sensitive clit. My body shook as each lick elicited a new tremor.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned. “I never want to stop touching you, tasting you, making you mine.”
“Don’t stop,” I choked out, pleasure already building again.
I didn’t want him to ever stop.
Because it didn’t matter if it was too soon—I couldn’t deny that I was falling for this man so hard. And as he brought me to another earth-shattering orgasm, I thought of all the ways he made me feel and then a revelation hit me harder than the concern that I was falling in love with him.
“Did you really win that hand earlier?”
He laughed hard before kissing me gently, winking at me, and then pulling me up into his arms and carrying me up to the loft.