53. The Stranger
Chapter Fifty-Three
The Stranger
F orced from the dream, I jolt awake. Sweat beads on my brow, and goose bumps linger on my skin, reacting to the memory of her touch.
It was more than the avatar but less than reality.
Always less. How much longer can I cling to these fucking scraps, forcing myself to believe it’s enough?
How much longer can I convince myself that I won’t always crave more from her?
Even that is a lie because I already know that I ache to possess all of her, everything that she is, and all she will become.
I grab my phone and start to type.
Unknown
Are you all right?
Summer
Stop invading my dreams. I’ll train with you. The forest. Tomorrow evening.
Someone’s cranky. Considering the abrupt end to the dream, she is probably sexually frustrated. My hand palms my aching cock, and I groan. She’s not the only one.
Unknown
Good girl. And I know someone woke up wet .
Waving my hand, I pull up the surveillance spell of her bedroom in time to catch her squeezing her thighs together tightly before she angrily types back on her phone. She’s yanking herself back into the world where we don’t have a connection, allowing the dream to fade from her mind.
Summer
Dry as a bone, asshole.
Little liar.
Unknown
Careful, brat, or I’ll come check for myself.
Her legs twist under the covers, and she lets out a soft, almost inaudible moan.
She tosses her phone to the side and falls back onto the bed.
I groan and rub my cock through my sweats, watching as she tosses and turns, my lips twitching as she tries to resist. She curses and slides her hand beneath the sheets, moaning as she touches her clit.
Nice try.
With barely a thought, I am hovering over her.
I grab her hands and settle my body against hers.
She pants, looking up at me half in surprise and half in invitation.
I bring the hand she had between her legs to my lips, pinning the other to the bed above her head.
Dropping the avatar to just a glamour around the lower part of my face, I suck her fingers into my mouth, savoring the lingering sweetness of her cunt.
I nip the pads of her fingers before fixing the avatar around my mouth. “You are not allowed to touch the pussy I made all nice and wet,” I scold gently.
“You can’t be here,” she says, struggling in my hold.
I press more of my weight onto her, easily keeping her pinned. Adjusting my hold, I grip both wrists with one hand, keeping her arms stretched above her head.
“Can’t I?” I ask, shifting my free hand to her throat, brushing my fingers over her fluttering pulse.
“No,” she pants, her eyes black as pitch .
“Why?” I purr, leaning down to let my mouth hover above hers, mocking her even as I feel her pulse jump beneath my fingers. Heartbeats don’t lie.
“Because I don’t want you,” she moans, shivering.
Too easy.
“Liar.”
“You’re not what made me wet,” she says, obviously frantically searching for lies to get me to leave. That one was definitely a reach for her.
I chuckle. “Is that right?”
“Yes.” She struggles against my hold again.
“Why don’t I check?.?.?.” I say, sliding my hand down her body, teasing her.
“Stop,” she says, twisting beneath me, trying to get my hand off her.
“Admit it.” To yourself and me. “And I will.”
I won’t.
“Admit what?”
My fingers tease at the edge of her panties. “What made you wet?”
She continues to writhe, trying to throw me off, refusing to admit the truth.
I am braced for it, but she doesn’t use her power, and I wonder if she even realizes that herself.
I tease my fingers between her legs, keeping my touch feather-light over the soaked fabric of her panties.
It’s nowhere near the pressure I know she needs.
“Stranger?.?.?.” she moans, her hips bucking and her legs falling open.
I settle the hard base of my cock against her clit and bear down, taking the opportunity to grind against her for a moment before shifting to my knees and widening my stance.
Spreading her legs, I hold her open for my touch.
My fingers trace the sensitive creases of her thighs, brushing against the exposed swell of her pussy.
“Admit it,” I whisper, brushing my lips over her pulse.
Accept that I’m the only one who can make you like this, who can push you to this point of desperation. Admit that I’m the only one for you.
“I . . .” She pants.
I bounce one finger over her core, then up to tap against her clit.
“You made me wet!” she cries out, her hips jerking, seeking more of my touch.
“Good girl,” I purr, smirking down at her.
Leaning down, I bite her neck hard before vanishing from her bed, leaving her unsatisfied and with the knowledge that even if she touches herself, and I know she will, it won’t be what she needs.
I settle into my chair in my study and open the surveillance spell, watching the confusion on her face morph to anger at my absence. Good. She’ll learn how futile it is to continue pretending. To continue lying to herself. She sits up and looks around, growling softly before grabbing her phone.
Summer
Are you watching me?
Did she actually think I would stop?
Unknown
Always.
She narrows her eyes at her phone and tosses it to the side. Lying back down, she slams her eyes shut, feigning sleep.
I can’t help but chuckle. Gods, she is adorable. I laugh outright when I see her hips twist and her thighs clench beneath the covers, doing all she can to deny her need to come right now. Leaning back in my chair, I smirk.
“Go on, touch yourself,” I whisper to her, even though she can’t hear me.
She manages to resist for a few minutes, but eventually she cups her breasts and squeezes, her fingers plucking at her nipples.
All humor flees, and I bite back a moan.
Slowly, she slides her hand down her body, and I watch, mesmerized, as it vanishes beneath the covers.
I grip my cock, circling it and stroking firmly from base to tip.
This is torture for me too. Resisting the temptation to tie her to her bed and make her come on my mouth and then on my cock was nearly impossible, but there are still too many things in the way.
Summer moans loudly, and I know she’s touched her swollen clit. Fuck. My hand tightens around my aching cock in response. Her eyes flutter closed.
“Are you remembering the dream, princess? Imagining that you never woke up?” I whisper.
I know I am.
Deliberately, I time the movement of my hand to the flexing of her arm, telling me she’s circling her clit. Her thighs spread wide, and her arm moves deeper beneath the covers. I imagine her slipping her fingers into the molten heat at her core.
“Remember my touch, my mouth, and my taste,” I groan, my hand moving faster. “You know your fingers are not enough.”
“Stranger,” she moans breathlessly, her voice indolent with need.
“That’s right. Call my fucking name as you touch what belongs to me.”
She cries out, and my toes curl at how close I am to coming myself. Licking my lips, I remember the taste of her cunt on her fingers. She is so delectably sweet.
“Don’t stop,” she moans, her eyes still closed.
“I’ll never stop,” I answer, and she cries out.
I growl in response, watching as she turns her face into her pillow to muffle her shout. Her entire body shudders as she comes, and I can’t help but follow, spilling onto my desk.