Page 11 of Scarred Mountain Man
“Show me,” she said.
At first, I was sure I’d misheard those two words. I’d been thinking them, and it was what I wanted her to say. But as I sat there, frowning, I felt her look over at me. She was waiting for my response.
Crap. Had she actually said those words?
I looked over at her and she said it again. “Show me.”
While I was still processing, she jerked her shirt up over her head and tossed it to the side. My eyes widened as I tried not to gape at the way her breasts filled out the cups of her white cotton bra.
Cleavage wasn’t the word for it. The entire top half of each breast was showing, almost all the way down to the nipple. And she was already unbuttoning and unzipping her pants.
I opened my mouth to say something, but I hadn’t even worked out what that would be before she wiggled out of them, tossing them aside too. Then she sat there wearing only her bra and underwear.
“Do I need to take my panties off?” she asked.
I wanted her to at least take her bra off. But that was selfish. This was all about her. Besides, my erection was already pressing against my zipper so hard, it was painful. I didn’t need more of that.
“Not necessary,” I said. “You just slip your hand under the waistband and find that small nub at the top of your…”
What word did I use for that? She was a lady. I was at a loss for what to call it in front of a lady.
“Pussy?” she asked.
I couldn’t believe she’d actually said that word. Maybe she was only physically innocent. That idea intrigued me more than anything had so far.
“Yes,” I said.
“Say it.”
She was still staring at me, and that, along with the conversation, was doing things to me. Did this mean she was into dirty talk?
“Pussy,” I said, then took a deep breath.
I closed my eyes. I was facing forward again, trying to get my erection under control. At this rate, I’d come without her even touching me.
I couldn’t keep my eyes closed for long, especially when I felt her shift next to me. I opened them, still staring straight ahead, but there was no missing what she was doing. Her hand was already in her underwear, and there was definite movement beneath the fabric.
Finally, I dared to look over. She was resting back on one hand, while the other did all the work. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. I was prepared to guide her through more of the process, but she seemed to have figured it out.
“Join me.”
Her voice was so breathy, I was once again sure I’d misheard. Her eyes didn’t open, and that made me wonder if she was trying not to look at me. Did she feel self-conscious, being the only one doing this? Yes, she definitely wanted me to join her.
Taking a deep breath, I looked back at the parking lot. We were still completely alone. It was so late, it was doubtful anyone would show up. And I’d definitely hear the sound of a car approaching. Only silence surrounded us.
I unzipped my jeans, pulling those and my underwear down to my thighs. Then I closed my eyes and gripped my cock. This was happening. There was no stopping it now.
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He was touching himself.
Yes, I peeked. I felt him moving around and heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper lowering. When I dared to look over, his eyes were closed and his hand was on his cock. He was stroking, just as he’d done last night.
When I closed my eyes, that was the image that filled my mind—Ryder touching himself, his fist moving faster and faster. I pictured him next to me, stroking himself until white-hot liquid came streaming out, all while imagining me naked on top of him.
“Oh,” I said, surprising myself with the huskiness of my voice. “Oh my…”
