I’m slick between my legs at his words. A guy who’s still a virgin shouldn’t sound this … dangerous. But I guess the way mybody’s reacted to the orgasms he’s given me can do something to a guy’s confidence.
“The other night, you told me something.”
“What?” I ask.
“That you wanted to try new things.”
I hazily half-remember my drunken words when he put me to bed that night. A smirk slices onto his plush lips, like he sees the memory dawning in my eyes.
“I bet you’ve never stripped and then touched yourself until you came while someone watched, have you?”
Heat rockets through my body. I swallow, working my throat hard because my heart feels lodged in the center of it. I shake my head.
Jamie’s expression is smug as he sizes me up. “Good. That’s what you’ll do now.”
I don’t even think about it. I stand up and slowly start to remove my clothes. The air in my dim room is thick with erotic tension. Arousal dances through me. Jamie’s gaze burns like fire on every inch of bare flesh I expose.
“So fucking beautiful.” The gravel in Jamie’s voice is the first crack in his commanding façade.
I undo my bra and let my tits spill out. Jamie’s Adam’s apple bobs in the thick column of his neck. His eyes are shining emerald circles in globes of bright white, his eyelids retracting.
“I heard you touching yourself,” he says. “Weeks ago.”
“You did?”
He nods. His eyes are skating over me, eating me up. My nipples pebble so tight they hurt.
“I heard you say my name while you came. Standing outside your door. Ever since that day, I haven’t been able to get the thought of you touching yourself off my mind.” His jaw muscles pop. “Show me what it looks like.”
I slide my pants down my legs, surprised to find that my panties haven’t melted off yet. Jamie’s gaze traces the curve of my hips. His jaw muscles arc further out, and his nose twitches like he’s exerting effort to keep himself poised at a distance.
The sound of Jamie’s breath is sharp through his clenched teeth when I remove my panties.
I lie back down on the bed.
“Spread those legs for me.” His voice is low and tight, almost as tight as the muscles are wound between my legs. Which says a lot.
I follow his command. The ache pulsing through my loins only throbs harder as I spread my knees apart, exposing my wetness. Jamie’s eyes glimmer, marveling. The low growl in his throat fills the room.
“Look how fucking wet you are. You need to come so bad, don’t you?”
“Yes.” The word is a whimper from my mouth. The admission only increases the need winding behind my pelvis. Flames lick through me. My clit throbs, dying for contact.
His throat bobs. “Here’s something else I bet you’ve never done before.” His eyes crawl back up to mine. When our gazes catch, they lock, and I can’t look away. “I bet you’ve never come in just ten seconds.”
Static blankets my body. I’m so worked up that I’m squirming. I’m primed for release—but ten seconds? That’s ridiculous. I can’t come in ten seconds.
Jamie still hasn’t blinked. “Now touch yourself. And I’ll count down.”
My finger touches my clit, and pleasure explodes through my body.
I pull in a sharp gasp, hardly able to believe the intensity of the feeling. I can just barely hear Jamie intone over the rush of my pulse in my ear, “Ten.”
Tendrils of bliss snake through me as I work my finger through my wetness.
“Nine, eight …”
Tension coils at the base of my spine. Intensity swells between my legs as my finger swirls around my clit.
