Me.
He grabs my wrists when I try to pull his boxers down, and I yelp when his strong fingers scrape my bones together.
“What are you doing?” he rasps, like he’s genuinely dying.
“Need me to draw you a fucking diagram?” I tug at my wrists, and on the second try, he loosens his grip just enough so I can pull free.
I slip down the waistband of his boxers, mesmerized by the way his dick bows, and then pops back up to slap his stomach before springing up a few inches.
I’m not even looking at him, because I can’t take my eyes off his cock. It’s the first time I’ve had a chance to truly appreciate it for what it is. And fuck, I didn’t realize it was so…perfect.
“Haven…” The pain in his voice forces me to look at him, even though I don’t want to.
I immediately start doubting myself when I see the confusion in his eyes.
Somehow I scrape together enough courage to speak.
“Tell me to stop.”
A frown creases his brow, his eyes dropping to my mouth.
“But I don’t want to,” he murmurs.
I lick my lips, and he flinches like I punched him in the gut.
“Then shut up.”
Chapter 62
Kai
Why is Haven staring at my dick like she’s never seen one before? And asking if I want to stop, like she doesn’t realize how far past that point we are?—
Jesus, I guess shedoesn’tknow what she’s doing. Not really.
She reaches out a timid hand, glancing up at me with big blue eyes, her fingers trembling as she wraps them around the base of my cock.
She gasps when I grab her wrist, plucking her hand off my dick. And then grimaces when I spit in her palm.
“You want to blow me, I’m not gonna stop you.” I grate out, pushing her hand back into my lap. “But stop playing dumb. Even virgins know how this shit works.”
I don’t mean to be a dick, but my head still hurts where she slammed me with her book, and I’ve had a hard on pretty much non-stop since last night. That’s not even considering my aching muscles, or my bruised and scraped feet.
I’m done with her coy little games.
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips like I’m making her nervous, then she takes hold of my cock again. Tentativelysqueezing me as she pumps her lubed-up hand over my hard shaft.
“Not so fast.”
Haven immediately slows down, her round eyes darting from my cock to my face just long enough to see if I approve of the adjustment.
Nervous. Almost shy.
She’s uneasy at first, giving me hesitant little squeezes like she’s trying not to break my dick. But as her spit coats my skin and her fingers glide easier, her nerves melt. That wide-eyed innocence gives way to something darker.
Something hotter.
Her strokes get bolder.
