Chapter 11 #2
“Thanks for your help,” I said, lifting my hand as I stood up and stepped toward the door. He stayed where he was but kept his gaze locked on me.
“I can help with the other problem, too,” he said casually.
I turned and looked at him, confused by what he meant.
“The frustration.” He pushed off the wall, licking his lips as he crowded my space again.
I sucked in a ragged breath, feeling the heat from his body as he stood inches away from me.
“I’m fine,” I lied, refusing to meet his eyes.
“Is that why you keep dropping things and seem to lose focus when I’m around? Because I’m pretty sure I’m having the same effect on you that you’re having on me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My breathing was shallow as all the blood drained from my body and went straight to my clit.
He took another step forward, gently pushing me against the wall with his fingers against my stomach.
“Are you sure about that?” He tilted his head to the side and placed his leg between mine as he leaned closer. “I’ll back off if you want me to, just say the word, Kat. If not, let me help you with that frustration.”
“I’m fine,” I panted softly, hating that my body was betraying me.
The truth was, I wanted nothing more than for him to release some of this pent-up sexual frustration that I was feeling. I wanted to ride him into the sunset.
“Okay,” he replied quietly, stepping away from me.
I immediately missed the close proximity of his body next to mine but fought the urge to reach out and grab him by his shirt and pull him back to me.
“You ready to get back out there?”
I tried to focus on his words, but they wouldn’t register in my head. All I could think about was the aching between my thighs and how wet my panties were.
“What?” I asked after a few minutes of him staring at me with lust-filled eyes.
“We should get back out there unless you want to take me up on my offer.”
My eyes lifted to find his, and I knew he knew right then and there what I wanted.
He leaned forward and cupped the side of my face with his hand as he rested his forehead against mine.
“Why are you fighting this so hard, Kat?” he breathed.
“Because I know guys like you,” I whispered. “They always want one thing, and then once they get it, they’re gone.”
“What makes you so sure you know me? I’ve never asked for anything from you.
I’m literally standing in the bathroom, begging you to let me touch you so I can make you come, Kat.
I don’t want anything other than to watch your face as you come on my hand, my tongue, or whatever you want.
You need a release, and I want to give it to you. ”
His hand dropped from my face and slowly caressed my arm before moving to my stomach.
“I don’t want anything in return,” he promised and let his hand hover over the button on my dress slacks. “I just want you to feel good.”
I swallowed hard, feeling drunk on his words.
“Okay,” I panted, lifting my hips to allow his fingers to graze my pussy. “But just this once.”
“Good girl,” he murmured against my ear. “Use me for your pleasure. Fuck my hand; show me what you want. Tell me what you need to get off, Kat.”
“Touch me,” I begged, pressing his hand firmly against me. “Use your fingers.”
While I wasn’t opposed to him eating me out, we didn’t really have time for that, nor was the bathroom big enough. He nudged my head to the side and kissed my neck while his hands worked to undo the button, then slid the zipper down on my pants.
I leaned my head against the wall as his fingers pushed the fabric down my hips enough for him to get the access that he needed. He continued kissing me, going up one side and then the other. I grabbed the back of his neck, desperate to feel him closer.
Then he flattened his palm and slid his hand into my panties.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, pushing them further apart with his leg.
I did as he asked and then gasped when I felt a finger slide through my wet folds.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out. My body was on fire, every touch more intense and amplified.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he growled. “I’m going to make you come in seconds, Kat.”
“Do it,” I panted.
My chest rose and fell heavily as he slid another finger inside and pumped faster.
“I could do this all day,” he whispered. “The things I want to do to your body if we had the time. I could make you feel real good, baby. I bet you’re a squirter, aren’t you?”
He kept talking, his dirty words turning me on even more.
“Fuck,” I cried when he began rubbing my clit with his thumb while continuing to fuck me with his fingers.
I felt the tingling sensation crawl up my spine as I got close to an orgasm.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
“How’s it going in there?” Clarissa asked.
My eyes bulged as I clasped a hand over my mouth and tried to push Miles away. A wicked smile spread across his face as he kept going, not budging from his place between my legs.
“We’re good. Kat’s real close to coming,” he replied naturally.
I smacked him with my other hand before letting my eyes roll back in pleasure as he rubbed my clit harder.
“She’s coming out in just a minute,” he corrected.
“Okay, just wanted to make sure she was okay.”
He increased the pressure, and suddenly my orgasm crashed over me as Clarissa stood on the other side of the door.
It was surprisingly arousing to know that she was standing there, and if I weren’t quiet, she would know that I was coming.
The thought of someone catching us sent me even more over the edge as I spasmed against his fingers, my pussy clenching so tightly that my knees almost buckled, and I had to hold onto his shoulders to keep from falling.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Such a tight little pussy.”
I was still panting, trying to catch my breath as I heard her footsteps as she walked away.
Beads of sweat dotted my brow as I tried to right myself after Miles pulled his fingers out of me and then washed his hands.
I didn’t know what to say. My body felt better than it ever had, but my mind was racing, letting me know all of the reasons why I shouldn’t have allowed that to happen.
“You okay?” he asked with a brow raised while he dried his hands.
I nodded, not entirely sure I believed myself.
“We should get back out there before Clarissa gets suspicious.”
“Right,” I agreed, sucking in a deep breath as I pulled my zipper up and buttoned my pants.
I glanced in the mirror, making sure no one could tell what had just happened.
Did it show that I’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm?
It didn’t matter. I couldn’t hide in here forever, so I pulled my shoulders back and led the way back to the kitchen.