He sinks into the chair next to me.
“Hey, Red.”
My pulse skips, and my thighs tighten.
I turn my head and meet his eyes.He’s already smirking.Then I feel his hand, warm fingers sliding over the inside of my thigh.His touch is gentle, teasing, just enough to make my breath catch.
He leans in, mouth brushing the shell of my ear.“I’ve been thinking about this pussy all fucking day.”A shiver runs down my back.My thighs part instinctively.A silent yes.A fucking plea.“I want you dripping on this seat before we leave.”
His fingers slide higher, brushing right at the spot where I’m already throbbing.He presses there just enough to make my whole body jolt in my chair.I bite down on my lip to keep quiet.
His mouth slowly curves into a smirk, signaling he knows exactly what he’s doing to me and intends to enjoy every second of it.
“I’m already dripping,” I tell him.“Maybe you should’ve arrived sooner.”
His breath falters afterward, a quick inhale he barely manages to swallow.His jaw tightens, control stretched thin, and fuck me if that isn’t the hottest part, watching him fight himself because of me.
He pushes my underwear aside and runs his thumb through my folds.His touch is teasing and slow.He touches my clit lightly at first, almost mockingly, and my breath catches so hard I have to press my lips together to stay quiet.
My head dips.My fingers curl into my notebook so hard the paper crinkles.
He closes his eyes as he touches me, his dark lashes against his cheeks, and his mouth slightly opens on a sound he doesn’t quite release.
Seeing it hit him like that does something dangerous to me.I’m not the only one losing control.
“You’re soaked,” he murmurs under his breath.
His thumb strokes my clit again, slower this time, more cruelly, and my entire body responds.Heat rushes through me.A shiver runs down my spine.
I tilt toward him without even meaning to, desperate, shameless and so fucking aware of how exposed I am.
He slides a finger inside me, and I have to bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep the sound in.
My whole body tightens around him.Heat spikes sharp and dizzying.My head dips, breath shaking, fingers curling into the edge of the table while I fight not to move.
He gives me just enough.
A slow curl.A gentle thrust.Pleasure rolls through me in thick, pulsing waves that makes my thighs tremble.His thumb brushes my clit once more, and I swear my vision blurs.
He stops.Pulls his finger out slowly.
The loss hits harder than the touch did.I suck in a quiet breath, chest heaving, eyes lifting to his.
He’s watching me.Eyes dark, focused, hungry.His jaw is clenched tightly, as if he’s holding himself together by sheer will.
“Open,” he whispers.
I do, and he places his finger against my mouth, pressing it past my lips.
“Taste yourself,” he murmurs.“See how fucking sweet you are.”
I press my lips around his finger and suck, my tongue sliding along the pad.
His breath stutters.Eyes flutter shut for just a moment before snapping back open, wild and wrecked.His free hand grips the edge of the table, knuckles turning white.His throat works as he swallows hard, trying to hold back the sound threatening to tear out of him.
He leans in closer, his forehead nearly touching mine.
“Fuck,” he breathes.Silent.Shattered.“You’re killing me.”
