“Turn over. Let me taste that sweet pussy again.”
I whimper into the bed, and my body shifts. I’ve been commanded and I have to obey. I press my shoulder into the soft sheets and twist my hips. A laugh tickles my neck, and I feel his presence behind me.
“So fucking eager,” he purrs, and I nod in agreement.
Too horny to care about anything. I want him to touch me.
“You want me to what?”
Touch me.I beg.
A kiss is pressed to my shoulder blade, and I shudder, then another to my neck and then my jaw. “If I slipped my hand between your thighs, would I find you wet, Ivy?”
My teeth clamp onto my lip so harshly that I expect it to burst. All I can do is moan in response.Yes. Yes. Yes. I want it all. Fuck. Touch me before I explode.
JJ’s laugh haunts me again. “You desperate little thing.”
He kisses my earlobe and bites down on it gently. Nibbling as his hand rolls down my chest, across my torso and dances along the skin on my stomach. “Mmmm,” he hums. “So soft. So beautiful.”
I gasp at his words.
Words that bring tears to my eyes.
“So beautiful,” he says again, his fingers tucking into the thin waistband of my lace panties. My throat exhales a groan, and I muffle it by pressing my face into the pillow again. “And I can’t wait until you ride out your orgasm on my fingers.”
I raise my head gently and feel his entire body cage around me. Warm, safe, protected.
Please. Please. Please.I chant in my head.
“Glad someone taught you some manners,” he says teasingly. “Because good girls get what they want. And you want my fingers buried so deep inside your cunt, you have to bite down on your pillow to stop yourself from screaming.”
Everything inside me pulsates. Over and over. I’m pretty sure I’m about to short-circuit.
His fingers slip beneath the fabric of my panties and tease the skin above my aching clit. I open my mouth and release a cry of desperation.
“More?” he asks playfully.
I clutch onto his wrist, fearful he will pull away. But he doesn’t, he sinks his hand lower until the tips of his fingers graze across my soaked core. I’m dripping like a fucking waterfall and I’m not even ashamed about it.
“Fuck,” he rasps in my ear. “So wet. And it’s all for me.”
My lips press together and I groan when his finger circles over my clit. I almost scream out, but he clamps a hand over my mouth. “Shhhhh,” he whispers darkly. “Don’t want anyone hearing us, now do we?”
My eyes roll into the back of my head as he sinks his fingers into me, I pant into his hand and feel his grip tighten around me. I’m choking, choking out with pleasure and euphoria as he begins to pump those fingers.
“Mmm,” he grumbles. “You perfect little thing.”
A gasp falls from my lips as he speeds up, getting closer and closer and closer and closer, until…
I scramble in my bed, pushing myself up from my sweat-infused sheets and taking a quick breath. I slap my hand on my chest and feel how fast my heart is rattling.
My mouth aches from the dryness, and I stare blankly at the wall. I try my hardest to ignore the ache between my thighs, but when I push them together, I find my panties slick and my skin moist.
Holy shit. I actually had a sex dream about JJ… and I kind of liked it.
Kind of? I was living it like a movie.
I throw myself back onto my bed and cover my face with the pillow, shaking my head over and over. Oh god. I can’t believe that happened. I can still hear his voice in my mind, whispering all those filthy things.
