I start breathing heavier when I hear a low, gravelly voice.
“Move the sheet, Ains.”
Chapter 21
Ledger
Sleeping was impossible. I was so hyper-focused on every move, every little shift Ainsley made in the bed in that skimpy little outfit she called pajamas.
My dick was rock-hard the moment I saw her in them.
But then I heard the sheets start to shift, and I sat up quietly, trying to make sure she was okay. What I saw sealed my fate.
When she lets out a breathy whimper? A Norse God couldn’t stop me from going to her. Silently walking over to the bed, I see a vision in front of me. Lit up by the lights on the strip, the sheet is draped just over her stomach, and I see one arm is underneath the sheet while the other is fisting her pillow.
“Move the sheet, Ains.” I barely recognize my voice, and I feel bad when she startles and rips her hand away from the pleasure she was giving herself.
“Ledger,” she whispers shakily.
“Move the sheet and keep going. Show me what you like. Show me what gets you off.” I feel possessed almost, but I know that I need to see this. I need to know I’m the reason she absolutely had to take the chance and pleasure herself with me only feet away.
We stare at each other, neither making a move. And then Ainsley lets a sly smirk spread over her face, and I know I’m fucked in the best possible way.
She wordlessly sits up and leans over the side of the bed to grab something out of her luggage. The sheet pools around her waist, and I’m seconds away from ripping it off of her completely.
Sitting back up, she has something in her hand and when I realize what it is, my eyes pop open with intrigue.
“You want to see what I like?”
I slowly nod, watching her hand slide the sheet off her body. I look back up to her face, and we lock eyes as she hooks her thumbs into her shorts and possibly panties. I don’t dare break the connection we have to look down. She shifts a little before settling back down on the bed, and I see her legs spread in my periphery.
My hand unconsciously moves to grab myself through my shorts in a punishing grip to help stave off the release that is entirely too close to the surface.
I’m weak.
That’s my only excuse. My eyes flicker down and watch as her hand slowly travels down the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen. A trimmed thatch of hair frames the most beautiful, pink pussy. I can visibly see how wet she is, and a groan escapes me unwillingly.
“Show me,” I growl, and I don’t even know who I am right now.
The mischievous smirk is back, and damnit if it doesn’t make me harder. I squeeze the tip of my cock, praying I don’t blow my load into my pants.
She picks up a vibrator, and it takes every ounce of strength I have not strip her and take her, going slow be damned.
Turning it on so a faint, buzzing sound permeates the air, she draws a path, first circling her breasts one by one, and then moves it down her stomach toward her clit. She arches off the bed, and I take a shaky breath.
“I need to learn what you like, baby. Show me.” I sound desperate, but I don’t care because I feel fuckingdesperate.
She doesn’t hesitate for a second. The vibrator circles her clit, and she moans out a heady sound. She reaches her other hand down, spreading herself open and getting the vibrator just where she needs it.
I tilt my head back, trying to catch my breath, but it’s a lost cause.
“Your turn. Show me, Ledger. Show me what you like.” Her breathy voice reaches my ears, and I follow her directions like a good man should.
I hook my thumbs into my basketball shorts—that aren’t hiding shit since I’m not wearing boxers—and slide them down just enough to let my cock spring free.
“Holy fuck, you’re gorgeous,” she murmurs, eyes locked onto my dick.
You couldn’t pay me to hide my smirk at her comment.
