Chapter 8 Make Yourself Feel Good
MAKE YOURSELF FEEL GOOD
KATIE
My whisper echoed in the room that was suffocating me with heady pleasure and lust.
Lust and desire that I had never experienced before in twenty-nine years of my life.
His cock throbbed beneath his jeans, making my core burn. His lashes cast dark shadows across his face, and the way he caught his bottom lip between his teeth made me want to lean closer and replace his teeth with mine.
I was certain he would like that. Maybe even beg for it.
His hand slid up my leg before he leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over my neck. My heart pounded. I didn’t know whether it was appropriate to move to third base directly without kissing or grop—
“I can practically see the gears turning in your head,” Dex said, his words dragging me out of my spiraling thoughts. His brow arched, teasing and taunting. “Do you need a breather?”
I knew he didn’t mean it, but the smug way he said it only lit me on fire.
“No,” I snapped, sharper than I intended. His lips curled into an all-knowing smile when I continued, “Looks like you’re the one who needs a breather—ah!”
Before I could finish, his strong hands gripped my waist, and he rolled us over, pinning me on top with his back against the mattress.
My hair tumbled around my face in wild disarray, and my eyes flew wide as I felt it.
OhmyGod. The thick, hard weight of his cock pressing directly beneath me.
Right against my pussy, separated only by lace, stockings, and denim.
A broken gasp slipped out of me as heat surged. My thighs straddled his hips, spread open over him. The thin barrier did nothing to hide the pulse of his arousal against me.
My palms pressed against the hard ridges of his abs, his body solid under my touch. If I weren’t so flustered, I would have dragged my hands lower, tracing every muscle, and asked for his workout routine.
When I finally lifted my gaze, trailing up over the expanse of his Greek God-like body, I found him lounging with arms folded behind his head. Biceps flexing and a cocky smirk tugging at his lips as if he was amused.
“Done staring?” he asked, blinking at me with faux innocence. “You can take a picture and keep drooling if you want. I usually don’t do videos. But for a client as hot as you, I’d make an exception.”
A photo. A video. Of us?
My cheeks flamed, but I knew exactly what he was doing. Trying to throw me off, trying to get me flustered so he could take control again. I wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction.
I tilted my head, let out a thoughtful hum, and let my palms drag lower. The tips of my red nails grazed the band of his boxers peeking from beneath his jeans. The cocky smirk vanished from his face in an instant.
“That’s not a bad idea,” I said, my voice low. His eyes darted between my face and my hands, the muscles in his jaw clenching. I let my nails scrape lightly against the sensitive skin just above his cock, savoring the way his breath hitched.
“It would help me tremendously if we filmed it,” I continued, a sly smile tugging my lips. “So I could study it later. Take notes. Practice and perfect my performance… for later.”
His breathing turned heavier just as the bulge in his pants got bigger.
“Are you joking?” He asked, his hands returning to hold my waist and making me feel small. I was five-nine, and I had never felt petite, but he was so freaking tall with a muscular body and large hands that he made me feel tiny. And, surprisingly, I didn’t mind it one bit.
I shook my head.
His nose flared. “What if someone misuses the video?”
I blinked. “We can take it on my phone, and I’ll delete it once I’ve taken my notes.
” It was a white lie. I wanted to take the video so I could learn from it, but mostly because I wanted to get off to it later.
Was it immoral? Maybe. But I was finding out that I could be very immoral. “I-I can pay you double—”
Dex squeezed my waist. “Get your phone, Katie.”
I bit my lip and straightened up. My handbag was on the coffee table, and I glanced at him while fishing out my phone.
My sex clenched looking at him all spread out on the bed.
He even made the bed look small. His shirt was unbuttoned, with tousled thick hair making my fingers itch. I wanted to run my hands through them.
But it was his eyes that made me feel all kinds of things that I had never felt before. They felt familiar yet intense.
Promising me a night full of everything I have ever dreamed about with my hands between my thighs.
My heartbeat increased when I handed him my phone and sat on his lap, in the same position as before but a little higher since I was afraid I’d start rubbing myself on his bulge like a starved woman.
I was thankful that I had worn studs, a dainty necklace and rings or I’d have to remove them before… we moved further.
He opened the camera app and glanced at me. “Are you sure about this?”
I nodded, lying again. “It’s purely for educational purposes only.”
I didn’t know I could lie so easily.
And he sensed that.
Still, he started the video and placed the phone on the nightstand, averting his entire focus onto me. My body felt warm under his gaze.
“You’re a terrible liar, Miss Katie,” he said with a knowing smile, his gaze dropping to where my skirt hid our grinding hips. “I know exactly what you’ll do watching our video.”
His low, smoky voice went straight to my clit. Before I could catch my breath, he tugged me lower until my cunt pressed against him.
All of him.
Hard, thick, and twitching beneath his jeans.
“W-what am I gonna do?” I whispered, biting my lower lip.
He flexed his hips, making me gasp, my palms splaying helplessly over his abs. His eyes burned with molten lust.
“Rub yourself on me,” he said, his tone edged with a command. “Make yourself feel good.”
My throat dried. I looked down, but my skirt covered the indecency happening underneath it. Still, I obeyed. I rolled my hips slowly over his covered member, fabric dragging over my swollen clit.
His sharp inhale made my eyes fly to his. The hunger there was feral, tempting me for more. So I did it again. Harder. The friction was torturous. My body was buzzing like it might combust.
“You’re gonna rewatch this,” he rasped, voice roughened with need. “Panties pushed aside, two fingers on that needy little clit… wishing it was me. My hands. My tongue. My cock.”
I choked on a moan. The sound slipped out, raw and desperate, louder than I’d ever allowed myself when I was alone. Shame flushed my cheeks, and I slapped my hand over my mouth.
But he wasn’t having it. His fingers closed around my wrist, dragging it away with gentle tug.
“Moan again,” he ordered, grinding me down onto his cock like he was done letting me control things. “Don’t hide it. Please. I want to hear you fall apart for me. Please.”
It was absurd.
But I moaned for him, grinding harder and faster. Dry-humping like a teenager. It felt obscene, intimate, yet addictive. His grip controlled the pace, making me fuck myself on his cock through denim, my panties soaking through.
“Fuck, Katie…” His groan was guttural. His jaw was clenched as if he were holding himself back. Then, his eyes snapped up to mine. They looked wild.
Suddenly, he grabbed me by the waist and dragged me higher, closer to his face.
“I’m sorry,” he growled, his voice breaking. “But I need to eat you out. Now.”