He shakes his head. “You know exactly what you need. Show me.”
Oh…wow. I’ve definitely never donethisin front of another person. I’ve done it plenty. I prefer using a vibrator. It’s faster. But can I get myself off with my fingers? Of course.
With Alex Olsen watching, though?
I look up into his eyes. He’s watching me with a heat I’ve never seen before. His cheeks are flushed, too. He’s breathing faster. His wide, hard chest rises and falls quickly. His abs and shoulders are flexed. He’s holding himself tight.
Because he’s turned on.
On a deep, chemical, intuitive level, I know that Alex Olsen is holding himself back fromtaking me. His animal instinct is to just fuck me. But he’s holding back, making this extra good, extra hot. Extra memorable.
I swallow hard, then flatten my hand against my stomach before sliding it lower, between my legs.
His nostrils flare as his eyes lock on my hand.
I run my middle finger over my clit, giving a soft moan of relief. Yes, I can’t deny that I need that. I slide lower, dipping my finger just inside. I’m so wet. My eyes go to the front of Alex’s jeans.
“I did get you wet.” I can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth.
He looks down at the darker spot on the fly of his jeans. “Jesus.” His gaze finds mine. “That’s hot as fuck.”
I bite my bottom lip.
“Make yourself come, Wildflower.”
I slide my finger deeper into my pussy, then drag it out and circle my clit, faster and faster.
Rather than being weird with him watching, it makes it all even hotter. I love watching his face as he watches my finger. The way this is turning him on only serves to make my body tighten faster. I’m moving quickly toward my climax. I press harder and moan again. “I’m getting close.”
He reaches up and tugs on one of my nipples, and I feel my pussy ripple.
“Oh yes. God.”
He suddenly kneels, getting even closer to the action. “That’s it. Take care of this pretty pussy.”
He pinches my nipple again, and as I start moving even faster, I feel him teasing at my entrance with one finger.
“Do you need something to fill you up?” he asks. “Do you need something to squeeze? Something to strangle with this tight, beautiful cunt?”
Jesus. I’m so damned close. “Yes. You. Please.” I pant the words out.
“Oh, you don’t get my cock yet,” he says. “I have so much more I need from you first. Like two orgasms. But you can have this.”
He slides his finger into me. My pussy immediately clenches around it.
“That’s right. That’s so good. Fuck, you’re tight.”
I don’t say anything. I just press harder on my clit as Alex thrusts his finger in and out.
“Good girl. Keep going. Work that needy clit.” Then he adds a second finger.
“Oh! Alex! Yes!”
“I want this pussy nice and sweet and ready. Come on, give it to me.”
I come just like that. I let it all go. The tension that has been winding tight suddenly snaps, and I’m gasping and crying outand clenching around Alex’s thick fingers that keep fucking into me as my orgasm sweeps through me.
“Oh, fuck, yes. So damned pretty. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He pulls his fingers out as the ripples fade and he lifts them to his mouth as he again looms over me with a hand braced by my hip. He sucks them clean, then says roughly, “Good fucking girl.”
