Page 85 of Dirty Player
God. He knew why I was nervous and he was loving it.
“I found your present,” I admitted, my voice thick.
His lips twitched. “And you’re not going to say thank you?”
My voice went soft. “I’m a bit too afraid for that quite yet.”
“You will.” He nodded confidently. “When I’m inside you, with your ass full of the plug, you’ll be thankful for it.”
“You sound so sure.” My body was already responding to the idea, to his words and his confidence. Warmth hit my inner thighs, making everything tingle.
He crossed his arms over his chest, excitement flashing in his eyes all while seeming so unconcerned at my nerves. “Tell me what you first thought when you saw it. And while you’re doing that, take off your shirt. I woke up hard this morning, wishing I could put my mouth on your tits.”
“God, Oliver.” I was already practically panting. My breath quickened from nerves mixed with desire. I still listened. I took off my shirt and my bra, sitting in my bed in only a simple white cotton thong. Without being told, I adjusted my position on the bed and propped up my phone so I could talk to him without holding it.
Something told me I would need my hands soon anyway.
“When you saw the plug?” he asked, his hands disappearing below my line of sight. I knew what he was doing as he shifted his hips, pushed down, and then the muscles in one of his arms began to bunch and flex while he began working himself.
God, I wanted to see it. See him stroke himself.
“I liked it,” I admitted, breathless now. “We talked about it but then you didn’t mention it again. I’ve been curious.”
“Scared?”
I nodded, then blinked as he continued working himself. “I want to see you,” I blurted.
He barked out a quick laugh but pushed back from the desk. Shit. He was naked. Completely, except for those glasses I wanted him wearing sometime when he was on top of me. They made him seem less like a god and more like a man. A completely edible man. His hard dick stood straight up while he wrapped his hand around it. His thighs were spread wide, unashamedly.
Always so confident.
I dragged my gaze off him masturbating and blinked quickly. “I’ve never done this. Or that,” I admitted, thinking of the plug and him taking that part of me. “It makes me nervous. Scares me. But I want it, too.”
“You’ll fucking love it. God, do you see how hard I am for you? So damn hard for you all the time. And all you have to do is listen to what I say. Can you do that, Shan?”
I nodded, dropped my gaze back to his dick. Wetness dampened my thong.
“Take off your underwear, then. As sexy as you are covered, I want to see you.”
I shifted again, listening to his rich voice, the way his hazel eyes had gone as dark as the forest. Every muscle in his face was tight and his abs bunched and rolled while he worked himself. He was just as turned on as me.
When I was naked, I fought for my confidence and planted my feet on the bed, knees up and legs spread wide so he could see all of me. I was completely exposed to him.
The look in his eyes told me he liked it. “Good. Now run a thumb over your nipple, tease yourself while I watch you.”
I listened without hesitation. My nipples were already as hard as diamonds anyway. Each brush of my thumb sent sparks of pleasure straight to my sex. Without being told, my other hand drifted down my stomach until I was rubbing two of my fingers over my clit.
“Oh, God,” I gasped, arching into my hand. My eyes grew heavy, but I forced myself to keep them on Oliver.
“Dirty fucking girl,” he groaned, watching me. His half-lidded eyes were focused on my fingers at my pussy. Seeing how much he liked it, watching his own cheeks flush while I got myself off spurred me on. I slid my fingers through my folds, gathering the moisture there, and dragged them back to my clit. “You fucking love this. And you’ll love it when I’m inside your ass.”
“Yes,” I breathed out, unable to hide it anymore. His hand worked his dick faster and his commands returned.
He told me how to pleasure myself. To twist my nipples, tug on them. He told me when to push my fingers inside of me and fuck myself. I listened to every word he said, needy and panting and wanting and driving myself so absolutely crazy my skin glistened with sweat.
“Oliver,” I panted rapidly, chanting his name while my orgasm danced around the edges.
“That’s it, honey,” he grunted, softening his voice while he ferociously worked his own cock. “Let me see you fall apart. I’m so damn close. So hard. So fucking jealous it’s your fingers inside you and not my tongue.”
