My blood boils.
Right on cue both men slide their eyes to me, but I'm studiously staring at Sarah. I work hard to keep my movements normal; though despite my best efforts, my toe taps on the floor in agitation as I fight like hell to keep my pants from tenting.
Jerome grabs the remote and starts pulling up various streaming services on the TV. Typing in an account and password.
“It’s my turn,” I say, cocking my head at Sarah as she puts another bite into her mouth with her wineglass held aloft in her hand. She looks like she's feeling very good. A bit uninhibited.
She nods and crawls to me, making Christopher throw me a hilarious look. I work to lock my body down seeing her inchcloser and closer, and I wish to God her friends weren't here. Wish that we were in an actual relationship to where I could enjoy this to its fullest extent.
Wish I could tell her all the filthy things I want to do to her.
“I’m ready,” she says breathlessly, sitting back on her heels and staring up at me with her big hazel eyes.
I grin at her, reaching into my inner jacket pocket and pulling out the card from the nail salon. Handing it to her with a half grin, my chin tilts down slightly to get a more direct look into her face.
“So you can keep your nails done for a bit and not have to worry about it,” I say quietly. "I got a few weeks taken care of for you, okay?"
My eyes flicker over her face, seeing her mouth drop open. "A few weeks?" Her eyes leave the card in my hand and rise to mine. "But…Alexander, that'sa lot."
I keep my gaze steady on hers. "It's not enough," I say quietly.
Her brows furrow as her head tilts. "Alexander, I-I can't accept this."She sits back on the heels and goes to turn her face away, but I move fast, wrapping my hand around her chin and pulling her back to face me. I lean forward at the same time I tug her to me, and I place my lips to her ear.
"It's not enough. Notnearenough," I whisper. "You deserve this, and so much more." My face is hidden in the curtain of her hair, shielding me from Jerome and Christopher, and it's just intimate enough for me to hear the sudden elevation in her breathing. She sounds almost as if she's panting. My lips brush against the delicate shell of her ear as I work to get a tiny bit deeper into her. "This entire time we've been circling around each other, I've been the one jumping through hoops to please you. And now, I think it's your turn to please me, and this would please me greatly."
Her head tilts slightly, and a soft smile graces her face. "Without a fuss, you mean."
"Yes, it would please me for you to accept your gift withoutanyfuss. And it would make me even more pleased, if when you used it, you felt worthy of someone doing this for you." My thumb strokes back and forth. "Do you hear what I'm saying, sweetness?"
There's a half second pause where it's silent, and she nods ever so slightly against my grip, and I feel the card slowly pulled from my fingers. "Yes."
My fingers tighten. "Do you want to please me?" I dare, not letting her go. Wanting,needingto see something. And there it is: her breath quickens as she lets out a pant, before nodding a quick jerk against my fingers. I nod too, pressing my head to her temple so she can feel it.
"Tell me." I lower my voice even more. "I want to hear you say it."
Sarah's breath hitches making the blood race in my veins. My thumb strokes over her wrists, patiently waiting. "I want to please you, Alex," she says, so low that I almost don't hear her.
My heart skips a beat before thumping heavily in my chest, making the next couple beats vibrate through it painfully, and my dick twitches in response to her. The hairs on my arms stand up, and my own breathing gets slightly heavier. For just a minute, it's just me and her once again.
Sarah's plush breasts are nestled slightly against my thigh, and I notice with pleasure that she hasn't pulled her wrist away from my touch.
"Good girl." I press my lips to her ear, feeling her shudder. "I want to please you as well."
Firming my grip on her wrist, I keep us there like that until her breathing quiets, not wanting her to be embarrassed in front of her friends. When she pulls away, her eyes can't meet mine,and she's blushing a dusky red, biting her lip. "Thank you." She blinks and clears her throat, trying to stand up on shaky legs.
Seeing she's struggling, I stand and help her up.
“You’re welcome,” I say.
She tilts her head back and graces me with her eyes again but neither one of us grin. The seriousness of the moment is seared deep, burning to the core of something tentatively blossoming between us and beginning to mark our story with something more than trauma.
However, our privacy is short-lived. Out of the side of my eye, I see Jerome put a finger over his mouth, his eyes going wide as Christopher winks at me. “Squeak squeak motherfucker,” he mouths to me.
“Ooohh, here's a good one. Let’s watch it,” Jerome says, turning the show on.
Sarah bends, beginning to grab up the trash from the table, but I grab it from her, taking everything to the kitchen. I lean against the counter, listening to the opening music of the show as she opens the dishwasher, and watch as she touches anything and everything she can to keep from facing me head on after what we just shared.
“Hey, there’s one more container of butter chicken. Do you want to take it home?” she asks nonchalantly as she places the used cutlery and bowls into the dishwasher before closing it.
