Page 13 of Holden

“Cold,” I whisper. That’s only a fraction of the truth. I’m scared, and vulnerable. But if I’m being totally honest with myself, I feel utterly sexy too. My eyes lower to Holden’s groin, and I notice that his cock has hardened beneath his jeans. To know that I have that kind of power…

“Now, I want you to touch yourself.”

My mouth goes dry.

He nudges his head toward my chest. “Nipples first. Pinch them between your fingers.”

I do as he says, tentative at first, and then harder with his grunt of approval. It stings a little, so I ease off, rolling each nub between my fingertips. The flutter between my thighs grows with shocking intensity.

“Good,” Holden murmurs. “Put one your hand on your thigh.”

While still pinching one nipple, I rest the other palm on my cool skin, just above the knee. I glance down, but Holden instructs me to look at him. “I want your eyes on me while you touch yourself.”

My chest expands so fast I worry it might pop. I focus on Holden’s face, aroused by the way he watches my fingers inch up under my skirt. His tongue runs across his lip, and he rests his hand on his groin. My eyes linger there, even as the tip of one finger feathers across my clit.

A low moan of lust warbles from his throat.

I’m so wet, there must be a puddle on the leather. My fingers slick along the slit of my pussy, dipping within in the folds before circling my erect clitoris. It takes me a few tries to get the pressure right, but soon every flick, every pinch, every swipe sends a shiver of pleasure up and down my spine.

“Are you imagining my tongue licking your wet pussy?”

I swallow hard. I am now. Fuck.

Holden’s lips go slack. “When you come, I’m going to suck up all those juices, baby. I bet you taste so sweet.”

I buck my hips, and close my eyes. It’s so much easier to pretend his lips are on mine when I can’t see him across the room, watching me finger myself.

“I never said you could close your eyes, sweetness.”

Sweetness.

Lord help me, I’m enjoying this far too much. I succumb to his voice, the erotic suggestions that whisper in the musky air. My fingers move more quickly, with more urgency, after each command. I pretend Holden is fucking me, practically beg him to take me, until my hand rubs back and forth so fast across my swollen clitoris that my climax hits with shocking force.

I lift my hips, gasping and panting as tidal waves of pressure ebb and flow through me. My entire body vibrates with pleasure. I bite down on my lip to stop from crying out, but it doesn’t stop me from gasping when the last surge pulses through me.

Exhausted, emotional, somehow completely satisfied, I slump back on the sofa and tilt my head back. “Holy fuck,” I say, unable to stop from laughing. It’s ridiculous how much I’ve opened up for this impossible man, while he sits across from me, seemingly unaffected.

I blow out a steady breath. “Your turn.”

Holden shakes his head. “It’s not time for that just yet.”

The rejection stings, but I slough it off, and tug my skirt down over my hips. Crawling from the couch to the floor, I make my way over to him. My hands move from the carpet to his shins, then inch up his thighs.

He doesn’t reach for me, but he doesn’t pull away either.

I take it as invitation.

My fingers kneed into his thighs, and my hand cups his groin. His cock is hard, and warm beneath his jeans, and I am suddenly desperate to release it from its constraints. I begin to unbutton his pants, timid at first, and then with increased urgency. My hand slips into the waistband and brushes against his skin.

He grabs my wrist. “Not like this.”

Together we stand. He slides his jeans and briefs down over his hips. Sweet Jesus. His dick is even thicker, longer than I dreamed. Impossibly, I go wet again.

I reach for him—anxious to touch him, cup his firm ass in my palms, or run my tongue along his throbbing shaft—but he blocks my hand, and quickly spins me around. Before I know it, I’m pressed up against the wall, my hands splayed open, legs spread.

Holden pushes up against me.

His cock is warm on the cheeks of my ass. I can feel him grip it, dragging the head across my lower back, and then down along my buttocks.