One rough finger becomes two, touching and exploring like he’s never touched a pussy before.
He makes it seem as though women have flocked to him, but has his disinterest kept him from exploring?
A sudden shiver rolls along my spine as he grazes a particularly sensitive part.
“Right there?” His voice is gravelly, thick, and curious. His fingers nudge my clit, and my hips jerk. He makes this low sound as I feel his fingertips parting my lips, continuing his exploration. “It’s soaked and warm here.”
I don’t need the commentary, but my body burns as I feel his finger prod.
His other hand moves to my thigh, steadying me when I jerk again. All it takes is a slight pressure against my clit, and the pleasure is immediate.
Compared to what I’ve been feeling, this sensation is hard not to grasp, to grow addicted to.
My breathing is ragged now, little puffs of air I can’t control. Each exhale is a surrender. My grip on his shoulder tightens, not to hurt him anymore, but to hold on, to keep myself from asking for more.
I want so much more.
His face is still a mask. But his eyes… his eyes are taking it all. Not breathing a word, or at all, really, he doesn’t stop. A sound leaves him, a sound of anguish as his fingers prod somewhere new. We both choke on our next breath as he slides a finger inside.
“Tight…” At a loss of words, he curls the one digit.
Concentrating on the stretch, my hips roll to get a little friction. “You sound surprised. At this rate, you’re going to make me feel bad for the women you have been with.”
What’s supposed to be a snarky comment gets met with the push of a second finger.Fuck.
How can something feel so good come from a man who is wicked? Not big enough to cause pain, but big enough for the friction to send waves through me, makes something like this worth craving.
I think I’m starting to understand this appeal to sex, myself.
“Hold still.” The words leave me, my walls fluttering around his intrusion. Moving my hand to the middle of his chest, my eyes pinch shut, and my hips begin moving.
Hammer does as I tell him, acting surprisingly obedient as I move against his fingers. I’m slow, enjoying the pull and drag. Tempted to ask him for a third finger, I settle deep, marveling at how deeply he can reach.
Fingers that are calloused and scarred over from hurting people are now slick with my juices, easily being used to my will. Makes me wonder what a cock would feel like instead.
I won’t lose my virginity to this man just because. I refuse.
“Hammer.” Moaning his name on accident instead of telling him to add a little pressure, my walls start fluttering. I can feel my stomach clenching, my limit coming close.
Biting my lip harder, I taste blood. My thighs burn as I roll my hips, feeling his thick fingers reach even deeper.
This feelsgood.Like a reward after everything I’ve been put through. My body demands I enjoy it, and it’s why I can’t stop all of the pleasured sounds from leaving my lips.
Hammer’s grip on my thigh grows firmer, and I’m willing to bet I’m going to have little dots left over. His chest is swelling with each breath, his eyes glued to the motion of my hips.
I notice it, the light flush on his cheeks. For a man who’s not interested in sex, he seems pretty focused.
Wanting to say something clever, something mocking, I’m gasping when his thumb presses against my clit. Making a decision on his own, he fuels the sounds, encouraging me not to speak. The pressure has my walls clenching around his fingers.
“I’m going to—” My breath catches in the back of my throat as he curls his fingers, pressing right where he needs to make my vision go blurry.
My orgasm hits hard, and I can’t stop the sound that leaves me. I’m horrified when it’shisname that falls off my tongue, like a personal thanks for being the one to get me off.
He doesn’t work me through the waves; instead, he pulls his hand out of my shorts. I feel the wet trail the entire way.
Panting, I’m left dizzy. Without much of a warning, he’s shoving me off his body, leaving me ragdolling next to him. “What the hell?”
He moves to sit up. Grabbing the key, to my horror, he tosses it out of both of our reach. “You’re dangerous.”
