A potent mix of anger and jealousy surges through me, and I do my best to tamp it down. I have no right to feel this way. Despite what my heart is telling me, Ruby doesn’t belong to me, even if I wish she did.
Another moan slips free from her, and my jaw ticks, myfists clenching at my sides. I should go; it’s wrong to stay and listen. I turn to walk away, until…
“Fuck, Liam. I’m gonna come.”
My name. She saidmyfucking name.
Desire propels me forward, and before I can stop myself, I’m shoving open her door. Ruby’s on her back in the middle ofmyfour-poster bed, her knees bent, one hand squeezing her right breast while the other holds a purple silicone vibrator inside her glistening pussy.
I can see every dip and curve of her gorgeous body—thick, dimpled thighs, a soft belly, and generous tits that would fit perfectly in my palms. She’s more gorgeous than I ever fucking imagined, and I’m frozen in the doorway. Her chest heaves, her eyes wide and face flushed.
Pushing all common sense aside, I take one step into the room and quietly close the door behind me, plunging the room into darkness save for the small lamp on the bedside table that casts a warm glow over Ruby’s prone figure.
“Keep going,” I say in a low, commanding tone. “But don’t you dare come.”
Her eyes flare. “I?—”
“Don’t get shy on me now, beautiful. You called out for me. Show me what you were doing while you were thinking about me.”
I adjust my erection, and her eyes drop to the bulge behind my zipper, arousal swimming in her sapphire irises.
“Show me,” she breathes.
“Earn it.” I work my belt as I approach the bed.
Her eyes lock on mine as she moves the silicone cock in and out. I take in the sight of her body, and an extra something shines in the dim light of the bedroom.
My sweet Ruby has a clit piercing, a silver hoop with a rhinestone in the center. A pang of bitter envy lances my chestat the thought of another man touching her, but my attention is quickly drawn to her lips as she whispers my name.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yes.” She moans, her eyes closing as she continues to work herself.
“Eyes on me. Tell me what you’re thinking about?”
“You. It’s always you,” she breathes.
The confession hits me like a lightning strike, sapping the air from my lungs. I don’t think she meant to say it, but it’s out now, and there’s no going back.
“I want… I need…”
“What do you need?” I ask.
“Talk to me. Need your voice.”
“What should I say? Should I tell you how beautiful you look fucking yourself on that cock? How badly I want to crawl between your thighs and lick up every drop of your cum when you’re done?”
Her chest heaves with each word, my voice low and gravelly. I’m ready to come in my goddamn jeans from the sight alone.
“Maybe I should tell you aboutmyfantasies, hm? Would you like to hear about how I’ve pictured bending you over every fucking surface in this house? How I’d fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk the next day? I’ve imagined you like this so many times, but it’smycock that’s buried deep inside you, my fingers and mouth on your perfect tits, making you writhe and moan and squirm.”
“Oh god,” she breathes. “I’m gonna come. Please, can I come?”
“Such a good little slut, begging for permission. Come for me, beautiful.”
“Ahhhhhhh! Liam,” she screams out her release and her pussy gushes around the vibrator, toes curling as her body shudders from the force of her orgasm.
I slide a hand inside my jeans, gripping my cock, rock hard and leaking pre-cum.
