Chapter 12 Liza #2
As the words leave his lips, I feel him draw lazy figure eights over my pussy.
He’s taking his time, and when he finally slips a thick finger past my folds, I let my gaze wander down my body and I find his eyes locked on me.
It’s a heady sensation, and one I’m so sure I want to dwell on right now.
But I also know that if I look away or let my mind wander, the pleasure stops.
That would be bad. Catastrophic, even. I’ve only experienced this kind of desire once before, and that was last night.
I let my emotions get the better of me then, but that’s not happening again.
Blue slips another finger inside of me, and instinctively I inch my body closer to his.
I swear I hear him whisper the words good girl, but he’s stroking me in earnest now and my brain can’t be in two places at once, so it chooses pleasure over word games.
His fingers are pistoning in and out of me at an agonizing, delicious pace.
I watch as he licks his lips and my body tightens in anticipation.
Is he really going to put his mouth on me?
I find the idea both thrilling and a little intimidating.
There’s a whole section on oral sex in the study, but I skimmed right past it, figuring it wouldn’t be a viable option for me.
I’m not even sure half the things on the list are viable options for me.
I’ve never been curious when it comes to sex.
At least until now. Until Blue. It’s been twenty-four hours since he first touched me, and it wasn’t anything more than a quick hook up, something that probably happens on this college campus every sixty seconds.
But his touch awakened something in me, and I can’t settle down until I see it through.
“Liza,” Blue says, his voice cutting through my thoughts. “Eyes on me.”
It’s in my nature to rebel against him, but his hold on me right now is too powerful.
When he moves his thumb to my clit and starts drawing tight little circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, I become putty in his very capable hands.
My eyes find his, like my body knows he’s the source of my pleasure and it craves more of his touch and attention.
My legs turn to Jell-O as I spread them farther apart, granting Blue total access to my most sensitive parts.
His movements never slow or stop. He doesn’t waver in his intensity, and he doesn’t rush.
He’s acting like we have all the time in the world, and instead of protesting or setting him straight, I revel in his touch. I fucking preen for his attention.
“That’s it,” he croons. “Fuck. I can feel you choking the life out of my fingers. You want more?” he asks, increasing the pressure for a few glorious seconds. “Or less?” he asks again, slowing his pace.
I squeeze my thighs together because I’m not sure my voice works anymore, but that nonverbal cue just makes Blue laugh, the bastard.
A second later, his fingers start toying with my clit again. Just as I start to relax into the sensations, I hear a faint buzzing sound and the pressure increases. It’s not bad, just different, and I guess he must have replaced his fingers with the—
“Liza.”
Just that one word—my name on his lips— has me snapping to attention, dammit.
I lock onto his blue gaze and force my eyes to stay there.
It should be strange or unsettling, mirroring eye contact the way we are.
Instead, there’s something unexpectedly soothing about focusing all of my energy on Blue.
It gives my mind something to do while my body reels with pleasure.
The vibrations change to pulses, and somehow, that’s even better.
I pump my hips slowly to the rhythm he’s setting, silently begging him for more.
He grants my wish, letting his two thick fingers join the vibrator.
I feel a delicious, intense stretch as my body adjusts , and the smile he gifts me in return makes my defenses melt.
The pleasure I feel is ratcheting upward and my body is humming with desire. I feel…needy. There’s no other word to describe it. I’m getting exactly what I want, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting more of it. Blue’s eyes close for just a second before his voice comes out low and gravelly.
“Yes. Touch those perfect tits,” he says, urging me on. “I’d do it for you, but I’m a little busy right now.” It takes a second for my brain to process what he’s saying, and that’s when I realize my hands have migrated to my breasts, caressing and squeezing.
The combination of his words, the look on his face, and the things he’s doing to me?
It’s the very best kind of sensory overload.
My body feels hot and achy and I know for certain that I’ve never been this wet or this turned on in my entire life.
My legs start to shake and I should probably be embarrassed by my body’s reaction to Blue, to all of this, but I’m not.
All my energy is being used for a much higher purpose now. Who knew sex could feel this good?
The answer is everyone. Everyone, but me.
Maybe I’m finally understanding what all the fuss is about or maybe I’m making up for lost time, but something clicks in my brain that allows my body to release the last little bits of tension it’s been holding onto.
“Give it to me, Liza. Soak my fingers. Let me hear you. I want to remember the hungry sounds you make.” His words are low and soft, meant only for my ears, but I can’t hold back the cry of pleasure that pours out of me.
It’s too much and not nearly enough all at the same time.
His thumb on my clit is insistent and in a matter of seconds the universe shrinks down to just these four walls. To Blue and to me.
We’re an unlikely pair—and we’re only paired up for one very temporary reason—but something about our circumstances gives me the freedom to lean into what’s happening right now.
The high-pitched moan that fills the room belongs to me.
The sweat dotting Blue’s brow is all my doing.
The need thrumming through my veins right now is proof that I can do this. I can want this. I can have this.
“You look so damn hot right now,” Blue says, his voice rough and deep as his warm breath reverberates against my sensitive flesh.
That’s all it takes for me to go over— a little praise, a deep voice, and his magic touch.
It’s completely unfair, but it feels too good and I can’t resist it.
My body feels like it’s being pulled tight and I feel my hips still for a moment before a rush of sensation courses through me.
I hear my voice cry out just as I hear Blue mutter a curse.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me as the most powerful orgasm I could ever imagine takes hold of me.
I ride it out for what feels like forever, and when I open my eyes, Blue is smiling at me.
He reaches up across my body and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ve got to be honest with you, okay?”
All the exhilaration of the last few minutes goes down the drain as panic starts to bubble up inside me and words just start spilling out of my mouth. “Oh. My. Freaking. God. Am I bad at sex? Did I just make a fool of myself? Was it so awful that you have to give me notes? “
Blue’s shaking his head before I finish my sentence. “It was hot as hell. You are hot as hell. But that reindeer vibrator has got to go.”