24. Chapter Twenty-Four - Fragile Breath #3
My index fingers glided over my nipples, circling the hardening peaks with a feather-light touch that made them pebble instantly beneath the rough drag of my own skin. I stared at Culver, my gaze locking onto his before flickering down to the thick length jumping in his pants.
The sight made my mouth water.
“Ira.” He didn’t give me a chance.
His large, cool hands replaced mine against my breasts, palms rough and calloused from whatever mysterious labors he did, pressing firmly into the soft flesh. “I welcome any touch you offer me.”
“I’m not offering it.” I shot my hand out, capturing his wild hair, coarse strands tangling around my fingers like silk ropes. I pulled with a satisfying tug that dragged a low, guttural groan from deep in his throat.
“You’re the one who wanted to remove all his touch.” I gasped sharply, the sound wet and needy.
I arched into him, melting against his chest as the hard planes of his muscles pressed into my softer curves.
He continued playing with my peaks, tweaking them between his thumb and forefinger with a sharp pinch that drew a whimper from my lips before rubbing them in broad, insistent strokes that made my skin flush hot and sensitive.
Every touch sent sparks flying down to my core, heat pooling wetly between my thighs and making me feel things I had never felt before.
Raw, aching need.
I gripped harder against his hair, tugging roughly while little mewls escaped me—high-pitched and desperate—vibrating against his neck where my nose pressed into his cool skin.
I inhaled deeply, tasting the faint musk of him as I nuzzled closer, the scent minty and intoxicating enough to make my head spin.
He angled his head down at me, a devilish smirk playing on his lips, his breath brushing the shell of my ear with a soft graze. “I thought he hardly touched here.”
His cool breath ghosted over my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and making me roll my hips into him involuntarily, my thigh brushing his straining dick through his pants.
The contact was electric.
I puffed my cheeks, air escaping in a frustrated hiss before my breath hitched sharply when his hands squeezed my tits together. The pressure compressed the sensitive flesh until it ached deliciously, my nipples trapped and rubbing with friction that sent zings of pleasure-pain straight to my clit.
“I… just… fuck, okay,” I huffed out breathlessly as he continued exploring my nipples, pinching and pulling them with varying rhythms.
“I need your touch…” My voice cracked on the admission, low and pleading.
I couldn’t meet his gaze, my cheeks burning with a flush spreading down my neck, but I could feel the subtle tremor in his fingers against my breasts as they flicked my buds sharply, the sting making me yelp softly.
I couldn’t help myself as I rolled my hips, grinding myself against him with my legs spread on either side of his thighs. The thick shaft nestled heavily between my legs, the fabric barrier doing little to hide the veined ridges or the way it jumped with his pulse.
“Culver.” I played in his hair, gliding my fingers through the strands and tugging when he kneaded my nipples hard enough to make me feel myself coming undone.
His thick cock between my legs made my pussy ache even more with how empty it felt, slick trickling down my thighs in warm rivulets that cooled in the air.
I hadn’t expected to feel this good in his arms. The roughness of his hands against my smooth skin.
The smoothness of his cheek against my shoulder as he leaned closer.
This definitely wasn’t something I had expected to happen today of all days.
No man had ever made me come undone like this, especially with just his fingers on my breasts.
“You are taking it so well.” His voice radiated through me, husky and laced with approval, making my pussy clench hard in response.
There was no way I was about to cum just because Culver was playing with my tits… was there? There definitely was.
My body tingled from head to toe, every nerve alight as his hand moved to my stomach, palm spreading wide over the quivering muscles before dipping just above my pussy, fingertips grazing the soaked edge of my panties. The touch was teasing, barely there, but enough to make my clit throb visibly.
My breath hitched in anticipation as his other hand pinched and twisted my nipple cruelly, pain blooming into white-hot pleasure.
Then I stilled completely, my entire body locking up as waves crashed over me.
“Cum—” I barely registered it.
My clit rubbed against the rough, soaked seam of my panties with each involuntary buck of my hips, the friction gritty and intense, right before I soiled them completely. Hot spurts of release soaked through the fabric in audible squelches, the scent of my arousal sharp and musky in the air.
“You did such a wonderful job,” he murmured in my ear as I curled into him.
His lips brushed the lobe with a kiss, cooling against my skin. White dots speckled my vision as I gasped for air in desperate, heaving pants, coming down from my high with tremors that made my thighs quiver.
“That’s my good little lamb.”
I had drenched my clothes, sticky warmth spreading down my legs in a lewd trickle. I held onto Culver’s hair for dear life, fingers trembling as they tugged against the strands while I melted into him like he was about to vanish into thin air.
Fuck.
I really did cum without even having his fingers in me. That had never happened before. Not even when I was alone. My own touches had never drawn out that kind of intensity. It felt embarrassing, shame flushing hot beneath the afterglow.
But it also made the thought of actually having Culver between my legs feel even more dangerous, the promise of more making my spent pussy twitch with renewed hunger. His cock twitched between us, a hard jerk pressing insistently against me.
I tried sliding my hand down to help him out, but his hand tightened against my stomach. Fingers dug into the soft flesh with a firm grip that halted me, like he already knew exactly what I intended.
“I believe we have completely erased it now.”
What? Oh right. Yeah, it all started because of Carter.
I nodded, letting my breathing slowly settle as I looked upward into Culver’s gaze. The movement made me feel just how drenched my thighs were with slick.
I glanced downward to see if I had made a mess of Culver’s pants. “Shit, I’m so sorry—”
Culver stopped me from squirming again. “Ira, what have I said about apologizing?”
He scolded me softly, and it made me flush with even more embarrassment. “But I—”
“No buts.” He shook his head with a smile. “I am exactly where I want to be, and you have given me the most precious reward.”
I stalled, watching him carefully for any sign of discomfort, but he gave me nothing.
“Let me clean it, at least.”
His thumb brushed beneath my chin before grazing lightly against my bottom lip.
“I would have enjoyed staying with you longer, but I must depart. I will have these cleaned properly, so you should not fret.”
“Or just throw them away.” I leaned in slightly when his hand moved from my chin. “It’s probably gross.”
“Nothing on or inside you is ever gross, my little lamb.” His eyes shone brightly, like he was presenting me a simple fact.
I couldn’t help but scoff and shake my head, but then he laid me back against the couch quietly and let his hand rest over mine a beat longer.
“Goodnight, Ira.” His eyes stayed on mine.
It felt like he was rushing out of there. Did he get what he wanted? Fuck, was this it with him? My thoughts scattered in a thousand directions before halting when he spoke again.
“I will pick you up in a few days so you and Anna can plan the wedding.” He turned back toward me, completely stealing my breath when he winked. “And then I will have you the rest of the day to myself.”
It wasn’t fair. Culver was too hot.
My brain finally came back alive, and I nearly shouted, “G-Goodnight, Culver!”
He turned once more, the smile never leaving his face.
And just like that, he was gone, much happier than when he entered. I guess that was because of me… or at least I hoped so.