Tessa shrugs, like she's unbothered, but the red spreading across her face tells me otherwise.
A fast sigh leaves her when I toy with the string of my sweats. “The difference between you and me is that I’m not afraid to cross the line to show you just how much you turn me on.”
She forces out a denial. “I am not afraid.”
“Then prove it,” I say again, testing her.
“You prove it,” she snaps.
Say less, baby.
I shove my hand inside my pants and grab a hold of my dick with a tight grip. My head falls backward from the pleasure, and I give myself a few good pumps, my entire body tensing when I loosen the tight hold. I pin her with a stare, her breaths fast and sharp. A soft swallow wobbles against her throat, her bottom lip glistening from her licking it.
“It feels good to give in,” I groan. “You can stand there and watch me if you want. I’m not afraid to show you what you do to me.” I squeeze the end of my cock and hiss between my teeth. “Plus, you can deny it all you want, Tess. I know what I do to you without you saying a word.”
There’s too much hot tension between us not to know.
She leans back onto the wall, her fingers teasing the waistband of her shorts. Our eyes remain locked with my hand moving up and down in my pants. Our breaths are heavy, and the nibbling on her lip grows rougher.
Time to amp this up. I shove my pants farther down so she can see more. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Her eyes grow wide.
The buds of her nipples poke through her shirt, and all I want is to lick them.
“Damn it,” she hisses.
Then, she gives in.
Fuck yes.
Her eyes roll back, and her hand disappears beneath her shorts.
I give her a few seconds of pleasure, with flames crawling up my back, before I can’t take it anymore.
I walk over to her and stand inches away. “Show me,” I plead, voice husky.
Her eyes fly open, and her teeth sink into her lip. Without touching her, I grab the thin cotton of her shorts in between my fingers and tug.
She doesn’t stop me.
The piece of clothing falls to the floor, and she steps out of them.
No panties?
I can’t form the words to tease her, because her fingers go right back to the spot she needs, and I watch in awe as she plays with herself.
“God damn.” I squeeze my cock and stare between her legs.
A moan comes from her.
I grind my jaw back and forth and release the hold I have on my cock, because if I’m getting off tonight, it’s going to be inside her.
I cage her against the wall again, careful not to brush my leg against hers.
“Get off for me,” I whisper, mouth hovering beside her ear. “I want to hear your whimpers.”
“Rome,” she whines my name like she wants me to save her, and I will.
