“Exactlywhy you should go,” he said through his teeth, his hand closing around my throat.
I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling every part of his body against me, his huge bulge pressing on my stomach.
“You don’t want me here with Frasier?”I whispered, staring up at him.
“No.”
“What about without him?”
He got even harder against my stomach, and I pressed my legs together.I uncrossed my arms and drew my fingers down his muscular chest through his shirt, and warmth exploded between my thighs.
“What if I was here for you?”I asked.
“Astrid,” he growled.
I moved my fingers further down his chest, down his abdomen, to the front of his waistband, playing with it.“Would you like that?”
Rush placed his forearm against my throat to hold me in place, and then he slipped his other hand inside my skirt.I sucked in a breath, eyes widening, and froze in place, my body anticipating his next move.
His fingers immediately found my clit, and he rubbed it gently.“You’re not here for me.”
“Yes, I am,” I whispered, nipples hardening.
He moved his fingers faster.“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I …” The pressure rose quickly inside me.“Yes, I … I …fuck.”
“You’re here to make Calix jealous with your fake boyfriend.”
My heart raced inside my chest, and I shook my head.“N-n-no, I’m?—”
When his fingers slowed, my hips unintentionally bucked against his.He pulled his fingers away slightly, and I moved my pussy closer toward them, desperate for him to continue, aching for him to touch me again.And again.And again.And again.
“Yes, you are,” he said, his gaze on my lips.“Say it.”
“No.”
I could feel the heat of his fingers millimeters from my clit.
“Say it,” he ordered again.
A whimper left my mouth.“No.”
“Admit to it, Astrid, and I’ll give it back to you.”
I pressed my lips together and stared at him, every single part of my body aching.I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of saying it out loud.Everyone might know it or think it, but nobody said it aloud.
When I went to scramble out of his hold, he pushed his forearm harder against my neck so I couldn’t move anywhere.The only place I was going to go was where he’d let me.Rush was much bigger than me and probably more muscular than anyone else in The Crew, even if he hid it underneath his sweatshirts.
“Astrid,” he started, “sa?—”
“That’s exactly why I’m here,” I cried out, digging my fingers into his huge biceps.“Now, please, touch me.Please, Rush.I need it so badly.I’m stressed out, jealous, anxious, and I need you to make me come.”
Rush placed his fingers back onto my clit and massaged it quickly.I bit back my moans and squeezed my eyes closed, the pressure rising quickly inside me.The closer I came to the edge, the more I tightened my grip on his biceps.
“B-b-but I’m here for you too,” I said, almost at the tipping point.“You don’t say two words to me, ignore me half the time I see you, yet you touch me like you own me.Maybe I’m using Frasier to make you jealous t?—”
Before I could finish my sentence, Rush pulled his fingers away and slapped my clit hard.My eyes rolled back into my head, and I cried out, my moans being drowned out by the crowd just feet away.
