“Touch yourself.”
“Wh-what?”
He tips his chin toward the counter. “Sit there and touch yourself. You got to watch the show, so it’s only fair you return the favor.”
My lips part in surprise. My body is rigid, nipples hard, pussy drenched to the point I can feel myself dripping onto my thighs.
I’m so turned on from watching him—hell, since I woke up and realized I’ve been sleeping on him—that I feel like I might burst from the smallest of touches.
If he thinks he’ll scare me away, he has another thing coming.
I walk to the counter and turn my back on it, hoisting myself up onto the sleek surface. The coldness sends shockwaves through my heated skin. My legs part on their own accord. I reach for the hem of the shirt, ready to take it off.
“Leave it.”
I stop mid-motion, my eyes meeting his. There is possessiveness shining in his heated gaze.
“I want you to keep it on.”
Releasing the fabric, I let it drop, my hand landing on my belly. “You sure? It doesn’t seem fair since I got to see you naked.”
“Leave it.”
“So bossy.”
“And you’re stalling.” He quirks his brow. “Getting cold feet, Trouble?”
I let my hand slide down my belly and to my mound. I lift one foot onto the counter, spreading my legs wider, the motion making the shirt lift to my waist.
Matthew’s eyes grow even darker, if that’s possible, and a rush of heat fires through me.
I did that.
Watching me like this has the same effect on him that seeing him had on me.
The revelation makes me feel powerful, more confident.
With a shaky breath, my fingers reach my aching clit. I rub the sensitive bud, the gentle pressure sending shockwaves straight to my core. I circle it a few times, prolonging the sensation, before my fingers glide through my wetness.
My back arches when I get to my opening, my tits brushing against the cotton of the shirt. My pussy spasms, the need to be filled overwhelming me, but I don’t do it.
Not yet.
Matthew’s gaze is like an actual touch. I can feel it roaming over my body, tracking my movements.
My eyes fall shut as I circle my opening, teasing us both, before gliding my fingers back to that bundle of nerves.
“Shit…”
“Eyes on me,” Matthew all but growls.
Blinking my eyes open, I zero in on him. He’s turned toward me, one palm pressed against the glass, the other one wrappedaround his dick that’s already hard again even though he just came.
All because of me.
“That’s it, baby. Rub that pussy. I can see it clenching from here. So fucking needy for me, Trouble.”
“Yes,” I moan.
