“Oh, yeah?” he says calmly, almost coyly, like he’s fucking flirting with me. Oh, god. He probably is, and I’m so damn out of practice that I’m lying here like a clueless, needy mess.
“What’s so problematic about me?” he asks, letting his hands wander over my shoulders—my freaking shoulders. I want him to cup my breasts, to ignite the kind of fire in me that sparked to life last night when we were in the equipment room, and the soft, gentle strokes he’s lavishing on my shoulders right now aren’t going to get the job done.
And yet…
“This,” I say, practically hissing the word. “This is the problem.”
“You don’t like it when I touch you?” he asks. This gorgeous asshole knows the answer, but he stills his hands anyway.
“The problem is that I like it too much,” I tell him, choosing honesty because there’s no point in lying. My body’s betraying me, reacting to his touch. My lips are parted, my cheeks are flush with color and the rest of my body is practically vibrating in anticipation of what we’re about to do.
His hands resume their wandering. “Sounds like a good problem to have, DeWalt.” His touches are featherlight and I want more, so I place my hand over his and tug at the collar of my sweatshirt.
“Anybody ever tell you that you’re impatient?” he asks, stilling my hand.
“Anybody ever tell you that you move slower than molasses?” I ask.
“No. I’ve never heard that phrase before in my life. And I’m taking my time because the whole point is to make you feel good. That’s not going to happen unless you’re ready for it.”
I wrest my fingers from his and pull my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. “I promise I’m ready, Blue.”
He doesn’t say a word as his eyes rake over my breasts and stomach. I’m wearing a bra, but it's thin and lacy and doesn’t do a damn thing to conceal what’s inside. When his eyes meet mine again, I swear they're a darker shade of blue. I use the element of surprise to my advantage as I guide his hand down my torso. His fingers toy with my waistband, so I decide to be helpful and pull the leggings down and then off. He swears softly before dragging his knuckles over the soft material of my panties that covers my mound. Another curse word falls from his lips and this time, when I tug at the sides of my lacy fabric, I have some help.
A few seconds later, I’m completely naked on my bed. Blue’s chest is bare, but his bottom half is covered by a grey pair of sweats that aren’t leaving much to my imagination. He moves between my legs and his shoulders are so massive that I let my thighs fall open, exposing all of myself to him. His eyes are practically navy blue as they lock onto mine. He reaches for the vibrator that I rescued from its confines in the closet, but I wrap my fingers around his wrist. “Are you sure that’s necessary?”
Blue smiles up at me. “It’s not, but it could be fun. Dual action antlers have to equate to pleasure, right?”
“I wouldn’t know. I never could bring myself to use it. In theory, a vibrator sounds great, but if I look between my legs and see a giant antler or a blinking red nose? Well, I’m pretty sure that’s a mood killer.”
“You won't be looking between your legs,” he says, running his hands lazily over the backs of my thighs. “You’ll be lookingright at me. That’s the rule, Liza. You take your eyes off me, I take my fingers or my mouth off you. Got it?”
His tone is commanding, almost bossy, and my traitorous pussy loves it, damn her. I open my mouth to protest, but Blue cuts me off before I can formulate an argument.
“You came apart for me last night, right? You let all your inhibitions go and your body responded. That’s what needs to happen now. I don’t want you thinking about anything, not even a freaky silicone reindeer. I just want you to feel, Liza. Can you do that for me?”
All I can do is nod because with a few short sentences he’s cast a spell over me. I want to feel the way I did last night. I want to know if it’s real or attainable or just an exaggeration created by my brain. If the only way to do that is to focus all my attention on the man in front of me, then that’s what I’m going to do.
When his finger traces the seam of my pussy lips, I know I’ve made the right decision.
“Fucking beautiful,” I hear him murmur, the vibration of his voice tickling the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. “And so damn wet for me.”
As the words leave his lips, I feel him draw lazy figure eights over my pussy. He’s taking his time, and when he finally slips a thick finger past my folds, I let my gaze wander down my body and I find his eyes locked on me. It’s a heady sensation, and one I’m so sure I want to dwell on right now. But I also know that if I look away or let my mind wander, the pleasure stops. That would be bad. Catastrophic, even. I’ve only experienced this kind of desire once before, and that was last night. I let my emotions get the better of me then, but that’s not happening again.
Blue slips another finger inside of me, and instinctively I inch my body closer to his. I swear I hear him whisper the wordsgood girl, but he’s stroking me in earnest now and my brain can’t be in two places at once, so it chooses pleasure over word games.His fingers are pistoning in and out of me at an agonizing, delicious pace. I watch as he licks his lips and my body tightens in anticipation. Is he really going to put his mouth on me? I find the idea both thrilling and a little intimidating. There’s a whole section on oral sex in the study, but I skimmed right past it, figuring it wouldn’t be a viable option for me. I’m not even sure half the things on the list are viable options for me. I’ve never been curious when it comes to sex. At least until now. Until Blue. It’s been twenty-four hours since he first touched me, and it wasn’t anything more than a quick hook up, something that probably happens on this college campus every sixty seconds. But his touch awakened something in me, and I can’t settle down until I see it through.
“Liza,” Blue says, his voice cutting through my thoughts. “Eyes on me.”
It’s in my nature to rebel against him, but his hold on me right now is too powerful. When he moves his thumb to my clit and starts drawing tight little circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, I become putty in his very capable hands. My eyes find his, like my body knows he’s the source of my pleasure and it craves more of his touch and attention.
My legs turn to Jell-O as I spread them farther apart, granting Blue total access to my most sensitive parts. His movements never slow or stop. He doesn’t waver in his intensity, and he doesn’t rush. He’s acting like we have all the time in the world, and instead of protesting or setting him straight, I revel in his touch. I fucking preen for his attention.
“That’s it,” he croons. “Fuck. I can feel you choking the life out of my fingers. You want more?” he asks, increasing the pressure for a few glorious seconds. “Or less?” he asks again, slowing his pace.
I squeeze my thighs together because I’m not sure my voice works anymore, but that nonverbal cue just makes Blue laugh, the bastard.
A second later, his fingers start toying with my clit again. Just as I start to relax into the sensations, I hear a faint buzzing sound and the pressure increases. It’s not bad, just different, and I guess he must have replaced his fingers with the?—
“Liza.”
