The covers jostled again. She was moving her legs apart. “Ruby.” Her name came out alarmed. Terrified. Excited.
If she got herself off in my bed, I’d never get another peaceful night’s sleep. I’d have blue balls and memories and nothing else.
“God, Tenor. Your muscles are so hard.” She rolled to her back, her knees creating little mounds under the covers.
“You can’t do this. You’re drunk.”
“Just a little.” She smiled at me, all sleepy and sexy. “I’ve built up a decent tolerance, trying all the Copper Summit lines.” Another moan. “That tongue of yours...”
If I kept standing here, I’d dive right under the sheets and bury my head between her legs. “I’ll sleep in your bed.”
“Don’t leave,” she whimpered. “I’ve liked you for so long.”
I froze. “How long?”
“When Brock dumped me, I didn’t feel guilty anymore noticing you. Then I got obsessed,” she hissed and arched up. The blankets pressed against her hand and I could see it move. She was working herself like I wanted to.
She might be under the influence, but she also wasn’t stopping and she was exploding soon. If I left and she remembered this in the morning, would she blame herself? If I stayed, she could blame me instead of being humiliated. I couldn’t let Ruby feel bad about herself.
I flipped the light off and climbed between the sheets. I stretched out next to her. I wouldn’t participate, but I’d be right here with her. “How wet are you?”
“So wet,” she whispered.
The room was bathed in darkness, but I drank in as much of her profile as I could. “Put a finger inside.”
She paused. In the dark, the weight of her gaze rested on me. Then the covers rustled as she did what I asked.
“In and out, Goldilocks. I want it to be just right for you.”
“It’d be better if it was you.”
I could imagine her little pout. “I know.”
I’d told her I’d show her what she was missing, and from the sound of it, her ex had missed her clit a lot.
“What would you do to me if it was you?” She was talking in a whisper, but pure, unadulterated desire laced her tone.
I’d face any regret later. Right now, I’d indulge her because when it came down to it, that was all I really wanted to do. “I’d spread those pretty thighs of yours wide open.” I was rewarded with a groan. “Then I’d look my fill. I bet your pussy matches your name. Ruby red and just right.”
“Tenor,” she gasped.
“That ignored clit of yours would get lots of attention.”
“Yes.”
“From my tongue. From my fingers.”
“Tenor.” The bed rocked as she ground against her hand.
“Is that finger still in your tight pussy, Ruby?”
“Yes.”
My dick throbbed like she was fisting it. “Add another.” Her breathing stuttered again, but her hips quit pumping as she did it. “I bet you’re nice and full now.”
Her hair rustled against the pillow when she nodded.
“Now ride your hand and pretend your thumb is my tongue, licking your clit in tight circles.”
