If We Ever Meet Again - Ana Huang Page 0,52

finish line, to no avail. She got close during their last attempt, but no dice. It was a blow (no pun intended) to Blake’s pride. When a girl RSVPed yes, he made sure they came. Always. It was a Blake Ryan hallmark. The fact he couldn’t do that for Farrah galled him to no end.

But for once, his pride wasn’t the most important thing.

Blake kept his gaze on Farrah’s face, taking his cues from her reactions—the way her eyelids fluttered and lips parted when he rubbed his thumb over her clit, the way she arched when he slipped a finger inside her warmth—until his fingers were slick with her juices.

Then he guided Farrah’s hand down to replace his own. He sat back.

Her eyes flew open. “Wha—”

“Touch yourself for me.”

Farrah’s cheeks turned the color of ripe tomatoes. “I can’t.”

“You can. You said you can come when you do it on your own.” Blake ran his thumb over the soft skin of Farrah’s inner thigh. “Show me.”

In his football days, Blake followed a simple learning method: 1) Watch how the pros do it 2) Do it yourself 3) Keep going until you do it well 4) Add your own flair until you do it better.

The method won him two Heismans and three national championships. A girl’s body was more complicated than a football play, but the principle was the same. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t made the connection earlier.

Farrah shook her head. “I need to be alone when I do it.”

“Why?”

“Because.” She faltered. “I guess I’m more relaxed when I’m alone.”

“Do you trust me?”

Farrah swallowed, her eyes bright. “Yes.” It came out as a whisper.

Blake released the air from his lungs. “Close your eyes.”

Another swallow. Her eyes fluttered closed.

Farrah’s initial touch was hesitant. She stroked herself like it was the first time, but eventually, her body arched and her breath came out in sexy little pants as she brought herself to the brink of orgasm.

Lust poured through his veins, burning him with its intensity. Blake curled his hands into fists and willed his body to stay in control.

Farrah groaned and tore her hands away from her body. She opened her eyes. “I can’t.” Frustration wracked her voice. “I can’t do it with you watching. It’s embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” Blake was stunned. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I look at myself in the mirror every day.”

Farrah choked out a laugh. “What a compliment.”

“It’s not a compliment. It’s the truth. I could watch you forever.” Because I want to be with you forever. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them. “You don’t have to be embarrassed around me. Ever. Not even if you’re, I dunno, listening to Nickelback.”

“I like Nickelback.”

Blake tried to conceal his horror.

Farrah giggled. “Kidding. You should’ve seen the look on your face.”

“Thank god. See? If I don’t judge you for that, I won’t judge you for anything.”

“I know.” She blew out a breath. “I don’t know why this is so hard. I have no problem when I’m alone.”

“Would it help if I went first?”

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. “What?”

“You’re embarrassed to touch yourself in front of me. What if I did it first?” Blake reached down and grasped his shaft. He kept his gaze on hers as he slid his hand over his length, rock-hard and throbbing from Farrah’s show.

Farrah’s lips parted. Her eyes darted down, up, and down again. They stayed there.

Meanwhile, Blake ran his gaze over her face and body. It glistened with a faint sheen of sweat from her earlier exertions. Her hair was tousled and her lips swollen. He remembered how he felt between those lips, remembered the warmth of her breath against his skin and the way her soft curves molded against his.

His breath quickened. He increased his pace until his head fell back, and he came with a roar. Then Farrah was there, enveloping him in the warmth of her mouth, and he came harder, gripping her hair for dear life as she milked every last drop from him.

Once they finished, he collapsed against the wall, ears ringing from the intensity of his orgasm.

Farrah licked her lips. Her eyes were bright with arousal. “That was amazing.”

“Not embarrassing?”

She shook her head.

“That’s how I feel when I’m watching you. Except more so because guys are horny bastards.”

Case in point: Blake hardened again. When it came to Farrah, he was insatiable.

“Good.” Farrah eased herself back into her previous position. “Let’s try this again.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Farrah’s pulse raced with