Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
DECLAN
Penelope leaned back against the couch, looking like a fucking dream. She was soft and flushed and spread open for only my gaze. And the slick shine between her thighs? Like a goddamn beacon, her arousal called to me, and it was a summons I desperately wanted to answer.
I swore under my breath, pressing a palm against my cock through my jeans. Jesus Christ, this fucking woman.
She rested her hands on her thighs, her fingers twitching like she was working hard to hold herself back. “You’re not going to tell me what to do?”
“I already did. And I’m still waiting.”
She huffed and rolled her eyes, my contradictory little brat, even while she was spread out and completely naked just for me. “I mean how to touch myself.”
I shook my head slowly, my gaze tracing over her again because I couldn’t seem to get enough. “I want to see what gets you off, rebel. What makes you moan when no one else is watching. Except this time, I will be. Now, show me how you make yourself come.”
Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip before slowly dragging her hands over her body. She skated her fingers across her tits, her soft stomach, her thighs, and then finally her pussy. But the contact was just the barest touch.
She moved so goddamn slowly, like she didn’t know she was killing me. Like she didn’t realize I was seconds away from painting the inside of my jeans from the sight of her alone.
Finally, she circled her clit with a quiet little gasp. I swore under my breath at the sound, gripping the arms of the chair like that tenuous hold might keep me from lunging toward her and burying my face—or my cock—between those lush thighs.
My entire body was a live wire, tense and twitching, while she did exactly as I’d told her to. And I couldn’t look away. Couldn’t blink. Couldn’t fucking breathe while watching her. My cock throbbed behind my zipper, straining hard enough to hurt, and I still didn’t reach for it. Not yet.
I wanted—needed—to see what did it for her.
Where she put her fingers, what pressure she liked, what made her fall apart.
I wanted to memorize every fucking second of it so I could play it back a thousand times.
So I’d know how to give her exactly what she needed the next time I touched her perfect body.
This might’ve been all firsts for her, but fuck if it didn’t feel new to me too. I’d never watched someone like this. Never wanted someone like this.
And I knew that was a whole different kind of trouble, but I couldn’t stop now. Wasn’t even sure I’d be able to if I tried.
Whatever was happening between Penelope and me was a runaway train, and I was buckled in for the ride. Wherever it took me.
Her eyes were heavy lidded, her pupils blown wide as she licked her lips and darted her gaze over me.
With one hand between her thighs, she circled her clit with a lazy finger and cupped one of her tits in her other hand.
The back-and-forth brush of her thumb over her nipple was nearly enough to make me snap, drop to my knees at her side, and suck the tight peak into my mouth.
And then she whispered, “I want to see you too.”
Six little words from her, and the laughable hold I had on my control disintegrated.
I pushed up from the chair, yanked my shirt over my head, and popped the fly of my jeans. The second I shoved them down with my boxer briefs and kicked them off, her gaze dropped to my cock.
Her eyes widened and she parted her lips, her breath hitching as she stared. Penelope’s hand stuttered against her pussy, and my dick twitched under her attention.
“You wanted to see, rebel?” My voice came out like gravel, rough and frayed at the edges. “Then look. See exactly what you do to me. How hard I am for you.”
She drank in every inch, her eyes hungry, her gaze never wavering. Her fingers began speeding up in time with her ragged breaths, and that sight alone nearly made me shoot off.
I wrapped my hand around my shaft, fisting the base hard enough to try to rein it in. I was perched on the edge of my control. Fucking desperate for her and so close to falling.
As soon as she removed her hand from her tit and slid it between her thighs to sink a finger inside her cunt, I couldn’t do anything but start stroking, matching my rhythm to hers.
“Good girl,” I rasped, my gaze bouncing over every inch of her. “You look so fucking pretty like this. Touching that perfect pussy for me. Letting me see everything.”
She whimpered, hips rocking into her hands, her back arching as she added another finger and sank them deep. Her tits bounced with her movements, her entire body a fucking work of art. She was all curves and shadows, and I wanted to bury my face in all that softness and never leave.
“Fuck, look at those tits. You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you?” I gripped my cock harder, rubbing my thumb over the barbell with each upward stroke. “I wanna get my mouth on them. Wanna mark you up, leave you messy and ruined so you can’t forget who made you feel so good.”
She was shaking now, her legs trembling, her entire body flushed and frantic. And she was looking up at me like I had the key to her detonation. “Declan…”
My name on her lips was a plea I couldn’t ignore. “Tell me what you want.”
“Come here.”
My legs were moving before my brain had even registered the request. I stepped closer, standing above her while I stroked myself. All while she stared at me like I was something to eat.
“You know what I want?” I rasped, my gaze bouncing over her, unable to choose one perfect place to look. “I want to cover every inch of you in my come. Your thighs, your stomach, your perfect little cunt.”
Her fingers were a blur now, sinking inside her over and over while she flicked her clit, her breath held tight.
“I want to come all over those gorgeous tits too. Want to cover you with exactly what you do to me.”
A choked moan left her, and I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. I sank to a knee on the couch next to her, one hand gripping the arm behind her head, and leaned over her. Still fisting my cock. Still losing my goddamn mind.
“You want that too, don’t you, rebel? You want me to mark you. Make you mine.”
She gasped and shuddered, her head falling back as she stared up into my eyes. And then she exploded, her mouth open on a cry as her orgasm swept her under. “Declan.”
I couldn’t hold back—didn’t even try. Not when her ravaged voice called out my name, the sound a lit match to my fuse.
“Penelope—fuck—Penelope—” I groaned, pumping my cock with quick, desperate strokes until I exploded all over her.
Ropes of come spilled across her chest, her tits, her throat. The sight of her painted in my come only extended my orgasm, draining every ounce of seed from me.
I collapsed forward, bracing myself on the arm of the couch, my forehead pressed to hers as I panted like I’d just gone ten rounds in a cage.
Instead, I’d had my ass handed to me by a soft-spoken librarian with a secret naughty streak a mile wide. And the trouble was, I’d do it all over again tomorrow. Hell, if she let me, I’d do it all over again tonight.
I dragged a thumb through my come and circled her nipple, a wave of satisfaction sweeping through me at her shiver.
Just a few hours ago, I’d told my brothers nothing was going on between Penelope and me. But now, as she shuddered beneath me, flushed and wrecked after whispering my name like a prayer?
I knew I’d never be able to lie that convincingly again.