Chapter 16 #2
I start reading aloud to her where she last left off, and her whole body seems to sigh further into mine.
I read and read, and she’s the best audience in the world: She laughs, and aahs, and scoffs, and tosses out phrases like okay now and seriously?
and I know that’s right. She experiences the story with every faculty of her heart and mind.
She also periodically cranes her neck to kiss my cheek as I read, like I need to be regularly thanked or rewarded.
Or maybe she has as little self-control around me as I have around her.
Case in point, when she kisses my cheek again, she lingers there, nose and lips lightly grazing across my skin. My heart rate accelerates, and I trip on my next words. When her hot breath washes over my ear, my voice gutters out completely.
She hums in her throat, and it vibrates clean through me. “You wouldn’t be distracted, would you, Maestro?”
I peer down at her, and she’s looking back at me with mischief, but also memory. We know how good we are together now. No imagination necessary. She licks her lips and a soft groan escapes me.
Smirking, she gently lifts the book from my hands and leans her body across mine to set it back on my side table.
She slowly drags her braless tits across my bare chest on her way back, and my balls cinch up so fast that I have no choice but to snatch her up and roll her over.
Her sigh of ecstasy to have my weight on her only pronounces my hardening cock against her thigh.
I kiss her collarbone, her neck, her lips. She writhes against me, eager, needy. I take my fill, slightly stunned that I’m getting more of this, that it wasn’t just a one-time thing, that kissing and touching her like I’ve wanted to since the start is an option now.
I drag my mouth up to her ear. “One million times, Christina?”
“What?” she breathes.
“You said you watched the video of us one million times.” I suck ferociously on her earlobe then, biting on its end, and she quakes beneath me.
“Somewhere in that vicinity.”
I smile as I kiss back down her silky soft neck, teeth nipping, and she scrapes her fingernails against my scalp. Christ, she knows she can control me by my hair. She knows that my every desire is reduced to making her come when she roughly claims me with those delicate fingers.
“Did you touch yourself while you watched?”
Air rushes out of her lungs.
I grind into her soft thigh in reprimand. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she chokes out as I grind again, humming low with the satisfaction that tingles through my balls and throbbing dick.
She tries to clamp her knees around my hips, but I shift from on top of her to her side, propping myself up on one elbow.
I was too desperate to taste her last night, too desperate to take her.
Even as my cock aches to remember how fucking tight she was—so tight that I started losing track of space, time—I need something else from her this morning.
I grasp her right wrist from around my neck, push her hand flat against her stomach where my T-shirt is rucked up, and trail it down, down, so slowly. “Show me.”
The shiver that racks through her shakes loose a small cry. I urge the tips of her fingers under the lacy band of those fucking sheer black panties that crucify me with their mere existence. “Show me how you touch yourself, Christina. I need to learn.”
She can only stare at me with lust-fogged eyes as she inches her hand down, arching slightly to reach.
I quickly remove my hand from hers so I can yank her underwear aside with the punishment it deserves.
I go temporarily blind with the desire that grips me at the sight of her, the pink layers already swollen and soaking.
When her forefinger and middle finger slip between the plump folds, I growl, teeth bared, and a juicy wet noise has me thrusting into the side of her hip.
She plunges her little fingers in her hot, wet channel as far as they will go—I dig my fingernails into her thigh where I’m still holding her panties aside to maintain some sense of sanity—and smears that wet back up to her clit, circling widely and teasing herself with little flicks across the most sensitive place.
“Look at what a horny little expert you are,” I mutter, and she whimpers through the pleasure of my praise.
I’m equally transfixed and tortured as I watch her take a few long, slow swipes with all four fingers, up and down the whole of her.
My mouth waters to recall her intoxicating flavor when my tongue trailed the same path.
“Jesus, you’ve got a pretty pussy, baby.” I keep my fingers dug into her thigh for grounding but extend my thumb to massage the drenched rim of her entrance with firm pressure.
Her eyes roll back in her head as she lets out a long moan, and I’m drunk on her. Her fingers start to work furiously around her clit as I keep playing that rim. Goddamn it, I need to feel her come again. I lean in to whisper at her ear, “You want my fingers inside?”
She shakes her head. “You’re so fucking big that I can still feel you inside from last night.”
My thoughts scatter to the fucking wind.
“Be honest now, baby,” she says, and I snap my head up to meet her wild eyes. “You got off to that video too, didn’t you?”
Oh Christ.
Now I’m shaking, and it only makes her work her fingers harder. “Do you wait until you’re in your bedroom when you watch me, or do you have to jerk it right there in the middle of your studio?”
“Christina.” My head falls to her shoulder as I hump her again, harder. I can’t handle her returning the dirty talk. She’s learning too quickly. Between her climbing confidence and her unapologetic pursuit of her own pleasure, I’m fucking done for.
She starts scooching down the bed, the movement dragging my T-shirt she’s wearing further up her body.
“What are you—?” My question is cut off on a sharp inhale as she lifts the big T-shirt up as far as she can, the material bunching at her throat, so her tits are out for me.
“Time to go into overdrive, Danny boy.”
Nearly deranged, I grasp a handful of one breast, her nipple hard against my hot palm, and she cries out even as she wiggles down far enough so her tits are aligned with my straining cock.
“Does your offer to come whenever and wherever I tell you still stand?” she breathes.
Jesus Christ. I pull my aching shaft out of my boxer briefs and, raising up higher on one knee and elbow, grind the shiny head into her pretty pink nipple. Her stomach visibly tightens.
“That was in perpetuity, baby.”
“Then I want you to show me how you touch yourself too. And I want you to come right here on these tits.”
My vision hazes. Jesus, she’s coming into her power now.
She gathers up as much slick as she can from the deluge between her legs and smears it over the head and up the sides of my cock—I’m forced to slam my eyes shut. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Right here, baby.” She pats her breasts. “I’m gonna touch myself and you’re gonna get me off by showing just how much you want these tits.”
“Motherfuck—!” I pump my piece like never before, slipping the domed head over her nipple with each sharp tug, and she works her fingers over her little clit with the same vigor.
We’re both moaning and muttering among the filthy noises that fill the room.
The pressure builds in my balls, at the base of my spine. I’m spiraling with no exit ramp.
“Why are you so fucking perfect?” I pant. “I’ll give you this hot cum, you perfect naughty girl.”
“Danny!”
Her desperate call of my name signals my end: My body seizes up and I cry out as the pressure drains through my last erratic fistfuls, but I manage to keep my eyes open to see the hot stripes coat her tits—one, two, three. At the very first splash on her skin, she comes with me on a desperate wail.
When her hand finally stills, when she wrings out every last ounce of pleasure, I collapse on my back beside her.
This woman. This woman, my god. What has she done to me? Who was I before her?
After a minute of settling our breathing, I arrange my underwear and scooch down the bed to align my face with hers. We stare at each other for long moments.
“You did say you had more you wanted to do to me,” she finally says with an implied shrug.
I chuckle and reach out one finger to drag it through my cooling cum between her breasts. “The list is much longer than TJL, I’ll say that.”
She shivers as I draw circles around her nipples with my cum, but then we both freeze when we hear a distant door.
“Why the fuck aren’t you answering your phone?” a familiar voice calls from just beyond my bedroom.
Christina’s eyes go wide.
Fuck.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” I barely have time to wrestle her T-shirt down and throw the sheets over her legs when the bedroom door flies open.
“What the hell happened with Christina last—?” Charlie freezes, mouth hanging comically open, as Christina pops up at the waist and yanks the sheets to her chin.
I just throw my hands up and let them drop uselessly back on the bed in a What the hell, man? gesture.
“Okay, okay,” Charlie says, hands raised and slowly backing up as if he walked into a bear’s den.
“I admit that I should have predicted this might be a likely scenario based on the scant details I did have. This is totally on me. Christina, it’s so great to meet you, I’m Danny’s brother, Charlie.
I’ve heard so much about you, although not necessarily in this capacity. Fuck, this is awkward, I’m so sorry—”
He halts when Christina starts laughing. She’s so tickled that she flops back on the bed, and there’s such sweet joy in the sound that I start laughing too, and then Charlie joins in. None of us can stop for a long minute.
She finally props herself up on her elbows, wiping tears from her eyes. “Charlie, would you like to join us for breakfast?”
Charlie’s face splits into an eager grin that almost always means trouble for me. “Yes, please.”