He scoffs. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Yeah, you’ve said that before.”
“I don’t know what your plan is here,Dad.But if it’s to get into Seraphine’s pants, you’re barking up the wrong tree. She’s a bit of a prude.”
It’s a good thing we aren’t standing face to face because the way my face just screwed up would have given me away.
“Why in the world would you think that’s my goal coming out of this?”
I leave out wanting to say,“because I already have her.”
“I’ve never seen you go to bat for someone before. Not like this.”
“Seraphine isn’t like you and your sister, Harrison. She needs someone to speak for her. She needs to know someone is on her side.”
“And what makes you think it needs to be you?” he spits out.
“I’m cleaning up the messyoumade. Don’t forget that.”
“How could I? You constantly throw it in my face.”
“And I will do so until I feel it is no longer necessary.”
“Yep, great chat.”
The line goes dead and for a moment, I don’t move. He still isn’t taking me seriously. The only way to make him realize how serious I am is to show him. So that’s what I’ll do.
“Faster. Please, go faster,” I plead, my hips bucking in time with her hand. I’m not even sure how we got here. One minute we were eating dinner, the next, she was sucking me off under the table. My hands remained on the arms of the chair the entire time, squeezing so hard the wood creaks.
Seraphine likes being in charge. Likes seeing me plead for her to give me pleasure. She likes the way I look at her, how I give in to her, how I’m vulnerable in front of her. So many things I do, that come naturally to me around her, is what she eats up.
“Fuck, please,” I growl.
She smiles up at me, her gaze darting to my hand holding the chair for a split second before going back to my eyes.
I could easily swipe her hand away and jerk myself off. Make myself come in seconds. But where is the fun in that? She likes seeing me push my limits and straddle the line of nearly losing it.
“You’ll make a mess all over the table.”
“I don’t fucking care,” I pant. “Please just let me come.”
She stops completely, dropping her hand from my dick and I whimper. It comes out accidentally, but the look on her face makes me want to do it again.
My cock bobs, the tip glistening with precum. I’m aching, dizzy, in desperate need to release all this built-up tension.
“Seraphine,” I whine.
“I love seeing you like this,” she whispers as she gets to her feet and steps back.
“Where are you going?”
“Just looking at you.”
“I want you to touch me, not look at me.”
“Let me watch you,” she says softly.
“No. I want you to do it.”
