“Add another finger.”
I stilled my movements for a second, my eyes widening. “Another?”
“Yes, another. You have to prepare yourself for my cock, baby.”
A thrill shot up my spine at the idea of losing my virginity to him, of his cock being inside of me, our bodies close together. My nipples ached from where they chaffed against my shirt. I wished it was off. That we were naked on the stage floor, Alek already inside of me.
“Eva,” he said, his voice deliciously deep, snapping me back to reality. “Another finger. Now.”
I obeyed instantly, not wanting to find out what would happen if I didn’t. Alek’s eyes sharpened with satisfaction as I slipped another finger inside of me, a high-pitched cry escaping me.
It was too much.
It wasn’t enough.
I couldn’t take it.
I needed more.
“How do you feel?”
“Weird,” I panted, twisting and bending my fingers inside of me, the fire inside of me burning and burning andburning.I was beginning to lose control of my movements, my movements turning erratic, my vision darkening at the edges.
“How?”
“I don’t… I don’t know what’s happening to me…”
“You’re close,” he growled under his breath, eyeing me like I was a drop of blood in the middle of the ocean, and he was a starving shark on the edge of a frenzy.
“Yes.”
My hips started to thrust into my hand, but it wasn’t enough to uncoil the spring within me. Nothing I was doing was enough.
My other hand slid up my body, cupping my breast through my shirt. I began to massage it, to pull and tweak the nipple, but it didn’t satisfy me. It climbed higher to my higher, the fingers delving into the loosening strands.
“Alek,” I whimpered. My lips parted into a soft pout. “I need more.”
“What do you need, baby?”
“You…Oh God, I need you.”
He was in front of me in a second, capturing my wrist and pulling my fingers out of my body with a wet sound that made my cheeks burn. Alek brought my glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked hard, groaning at the taste of me. His eyes closed as he savored it. When he opened them again, his eyes shone with darkness, like something covered in oil.
“You taste so good. So fucking good.”
Then, he was pushing his fingers inside of me, cupping my pussy with his hand while his lips descended to my neck. Alek’s rhythm was forceful, his fingers much longer than my own. He owned me with every stroke, driving me higher and higher and higher.
“Come for me, Eva,” Alek murmured when he could sense me tightening around him. “Fall apart for me. I’ll keep you safe.”
And when Alek curled his fingers inside of me, I did. The darkness overtook the edges of my vision, everything burning in the wake of the fire.
Alek cursed under his breath, his fingers slowing but never exiting me. He whispered reassurances over and over—howpretty I was, how good I felt around him, how he was going to make me his.
“Mine,” he said. “You will be mine, Evangeline Vale.”
And maybe I should have told him that that wasn’t my real name, but I couldn’t bring myself to, not when I was still feeling the shockwaves of everything we just did. So I nodded while the waves subsided until his fingers left me entirely.
I leaned into Alek’s strong body, attempting to hide my flaming cheeks against his neck. What had I done? Did I really just throw myself at him, begging him to fingerfuck me? I could feel my dignity leave piece by piece, my pride fully shattered. I was never going to be able to show him my face again.
