“We had sex.”
She fucked someone? Someone fucked her?
A strange and possessive feeling rips through my chest.
“But he didn’t make you come first?” The soft fabric of her panties skims against my index finger as I trail the span of space between her hips. I tease her skin along the top of her underwear. Her abdomen tenses beneath my touch.
The sound of her throat clearing is her only reply for several seconds.
Is she not going to answer me?
My palm pushes down the cotton of her panties, my fingers pushing over her center. Her hips rock against my hand just slightly as her lashes flutter to stay open.
What she says next makes everything in me crack open, halting my actions entirely.
“No.”
The hard beating of my heart fills my ears as I stare down at this beautiful woman. Her breaths come in crashing waves, her chest pushing against mine as we both wait for me to find some form of fucking words to speak.
Her palms push up my biceps, gripping tightly as if she’s hanging on to my soul itself. It’s like she’s preparing for what’s to come. Sometimes, I think she hates me. And sometimes, I think she lies to herself enough to believe that she hates me.
Either way, she hates me.
But I don’t care.
My palm slips beneath her panties, dipping low until her slickness meets my fingers. A gasp parts her full lips. I want to kiss her so bad, I can taste it.
But I don’t.
I don’t push her. I don’t test the unsteady balancing act we’re both playing.
Instead, I stroke her slowly. Harder I push against her sex, circling her clit before slipping down and coming right back up again. Her head tips back against the wall, and my fingers circle over her swollen clit again. I’m dying to sink into her. Dying to know what she feels like. Dying to imagine what she’d feel like wrapped around my cock.
I force myself to take my time. I want to draw out every shaking breath from her lungs. I wantherto wantme.
I guess that’s it. I want her to want me, at least for the moment.
When her body starts to tremble beneath my touch, I slam two fingers into her. Ragged breaths fill the quiet silence. I can’t take my gaze off of the sexy way she’s trying to hold onto her control. It’s consuming her pretty features, pulling her eyes tightly closed and making her lips part just right. Her long hair falls across my shoulder as her head settles there. A moan falls from her lips, and she silences the sound as her teeth sink into my skin. Her moan skims across the flesh just below my collarbone.
I groan, my dick pulsing from the erotic feel of it.
Harder, I stroke her tight pussy. She soaks my fingers, and I want nothing more than to feel her come on my hand. My palm arches, touching her right where I know she needs it most.
In this diluted physical form I’m in, I can’t feel her reckless magic. But I can see every beautiful fucking emotion on her face.
“Nollix.” The gasping way she says my name makes me work even harder.
I rock my palm against her clit before sliding in hard once more. I stroke every delicious part of her. She grinds against my hand, and it takes all my control not to shove my jeans down and fuck her against the wall.
When her trembling moan skims across my chest, her orgasm soaks my palm. I growl against the feel of it. The tight and demanding feel of her release wrapping around my fingers has me throbbing to be in her.
I’m breathing hard. My jaw’s clenched so firmly, it hurts.
Fuck, I want her.
I pull back just slightly, just enough to see her hooded and sexy eyes.
And then I say the one thing that’ll piss her off and crown me victor of this little game we are playing.
