I press her up against the wall, grinding my cock against her ass, and then I slide my hand lower, letting my fingers graze her clit on the way down to test how wet she is. But I don’t have to go further to find out. She’s so wet for me she’s already soaking through her panties and coating my fingers.
“I always loved that about you. How fucking fast you got turned on for me.”
“You assume it’s for you.”
“I don’t see anyone else out here.”
“You also can’t see who I’m imagining in my head.”
I start to pull away then. I always liked playing with her. I love how prickly she is because it makes me remember that it’s that much sweeter when she comes for me.
But given how things ended between us there’s a fine line between fun and fucked up where she’s concerned. And I’m not thinking straight right now. She’s baiting me down a short road to hell and I’m following like she still controls the lead.
Her fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping my retreat.
“I said you could torture it out of me,” she whispers.
I brush the pads of my fingers over her clit then in gentle circles alternating the pressure just enough to let her have a taste of what she wants from me. She lets out a stuttered breath and rocks her hips forward just a touch.
“You miss that?” I ask her. Because god do I miss it. She might have ripped my chest open and torn out my heart when it was already bruised and bloody from the last owner, but the way this woman could make me feel like a god is unmatched. Not that there had been a lot of contenders. But this is part of the reason why. She’d ruined me for most other women. I’m still hopeful I could find one. One who could make my heart beat this fast. Make my cock this hard. I didn’t hurt for options, but so far, she’s it.
When she doesn’t answer I pull away again.
“Fuck. No. Please,” she lets out a series of curses and tightens her grip around my wrist.
“Please don’t stop. Do the thing you were always good at.”
I can’t help the smirk that comes then because she’d always been fair about that. Telling me how good I was. How much she liked everything I did. She wasn’t shy when it came to things like this, and it made me weak as hell for her.
“What thing’s that?” I know, but I just want to hear her say it. I give her another brush of my fingers, teasing her and a little growl of frustration comes from her throat.
“You know the thing, Colt. Where you finger me but still have that perfect rhythm on my clit with your palm. Like you always did under the blanket when we were pretending to watch movies with them. I need it.”
“You need me.”
“I need your hands.”
A little laugh escapes me, and I press a kiss to the back of her neck before I slide my fingers inside her, keeping a steady rhythm until I can hear her breathing start to get heavier.
“Thank God you’re still good with them. I was worried it wouldn’t be as good as I remembered.”
“Glad I can still meet your standards.”
“I think they’ve exceeded my standards now. Violet said they’re worth nearly half a billion these days. I like expensive things, but a half-billion-dollar fingering might even exceed my wildest dreams.”
“Joss?”
“Yes?”
“I need you to shut the fuck up and focus on coming hard for me. I don’t want to hear anything but the little whimpers you make when you’re close. You think you can do that?”
“Yes, sir,” her tone is half sarcasm, but she glances back at me over her shoulder, a little devilish grin playing at her lips before she turns away again.
As much as I want to see her face, watch her while she comes for me, it’s better this way. Too much is still left unsaid. Too much bad blood and too many broken promises between us that we’d need to sort through before we could ever fuck the way we used to. Even then, we’re doomed from the start because when it comes to relationships, we don’t even come close to meeting in the middle.
But I could make her come—and I love watching her. She’s a wet whimpering mess, keeping just quiet enough that no one outside this shed can hear her but loud enough I can still feel it in my cock. It makes me wish it was my cock and not my fingers bringing her down like this, taking her over the edge while she falls so desperately over it.
Her breathing’s erratic as she leans up against the wall, panting like she can barely get enough oxygen. It’s all I can hear until it breaks with the sound of someone’s voice—Ben.
