“Hmm.” I tap my chin, studying him. “What if it’s sex adjacent?”
“You or me?” he asks.
“What does that mean?”
“Are you getting off, or am I?”
“Both is a possibility, but I was thinking I’d get off for a change.” I smirk down at him.
A flash of desire dances behind his eyes as he sits up. It’s like every ounce of pain just left his body. I wish I was able to do that. Maybe he will teach me.
“Baby, I’ve been wanting that for a while. I accept your terms. We have a deal.”
“You don’t get to get me off,” I say firmly.
“Wait, what?” he stutters. “Then what did you have in mind?”
“Help me. You can help me get myself off.” The mere thought of touching myself makes my body tense, but with his help, it might not be so bad.
“I can do that.” He nods as a grin spread across his face. “But I’m going to warn you.” He leans closer. “You might not be able to stop yourself from begging to have my mouth buried between your legs. Or my cock.”
And God, I hate to admit it, but he might be right.
SIXTEEN
I try notto think about the fact I just confessed my deepest, darkest secret to Prue a second longer once she asks me to help her get off.
The fact my abuse doesn’t make her look at me as some kind of disgusting piece of shit makes knots in my stomach unravel. Tension leaves my body as she stares at me, processing my last statement.
I can’t fuck her tonight. Well, I don’t think I could, but as she looks at me, sky-blue eyes pooling with lust, I’m not so sure I could say no to her when she eventually begs me to.
Which she will and I won’t even have to touch her to get her there. The last fucking thing she is going to think about is her ex, all her attention will be on me and that’s going to make her want me in ways she doesn’t even know yet.
“I thought sex wasn’t on the table,” she finally says.
“I prefer the bed.” I smirk, and she rolls her eyes. “I didn’t want you to touch my dick, but your pussy, I don’t know if I could deny her anything.”
“Oh, good to know you value my pussy over the rest of me.”
“I don’t value your pussy over you, I’m just more inclined to be nice to her.”
“And if she doesn’t like it nice?” She smirks.
“Then I’ll be mean, really, really mean.”
Her face softens, as her eyes sparkle with a mixture of want and fury.
“I don’t want your cock,” she says, though her voice hints that she is already lying.
“Yet.” I wag my finger at her. Moving the bottle to the side, I lean forward, letting my fingers skim over her leg. Goose bumps rise over it. “You feel so soft.”
“I… Wait,” she mutters. I instantly freeze, still touching her but not moving any higher. “I want to get myself off, I just may need…” Her voice trails off, as her eyes drift to the side.
“Help.” I nod, removing my hand from her leg. “I won’t touch you, not until you ask me to,” I reassure her. And I mean it. I won’t lay a hand on her until she is ready. I can’t wait until she is ready, though.
“This is a bad idea.” She sighs, pushing herself up and forcing me to scoot backwards. “Like really stupid.” She shakes her head.
“It’s not stupid. It’s smart,” I say, standing up. “The first time is hard, getting some help is a good idea.”
