Wicked Ever After (Wicked & Devoted #2) - Shayla Black Page 0,53
as much fun, but in a pinch…” He shrugged. “And I’d feel a lot better if I knew you were making yourself feel good while I’m gone.”
She tsked at him. “You’re kidding. You want me to…”
“Get yourself off?” He bulldozed forward, backing her onto the bed, then followed her down. He draped half of his enormous body on top of her, his big palm still unerringly covering her sex. “Hell yeah.”
Her breath caught. “Why?”
“Couple of reasons. I’m hoping that good self-maintenance means you’re less likely to look at another stiff dick and wonder if his would make you happy.”
“I would never think that. I love you. I only want you.”
“Uh-huh.” He started to rub her mound in slow, seductive circles. “But I also like to see you smile.”
Her breath caught. “You make me smile.”
“But if I’m not here, I want you to be as happy as you can be.” He plucked her hand from his shoulder and settled it over her damp folds. “Let me see you thrill the hell out of yourself.”
She stiffened. Touching herself was already foreign, but having him watch her, too… Brea risked a glance up at him as she tried to inch away.
His stare was patient, his grip firm. “Do it for me.”
He wasn’t budging until she’d learned this “skill.” She wasn’t sure why it was important to him until she realized Pierce was trying to make sure she could take care of herself as much as possible in his absence. Like the gun safety classes he’d insisted on, which started tomorrow. Like the self-defense sessions she’d found at a church in Lafayette over the next four Monday nights. Like his friend Matt, who would be here on Thursday.
This was one more way Pierce was doing his utmost to make sure she would be all right without him.
Brea tried not to think of the ramifications and focused instead on the moment. “You really do this?”
“If there’s no other alternative, yep. It’s basically a public service. Otherwise, I can be a surly son of a bitch.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re surly, anyway.”
“All right. Surlier. Since no one wants a cranky Brea”—he pressed her palm back over her sex and covered it with his hand, guiding her to rub and stroke herself—“show me you can put yourself in a good mood.”
Normally, she would have balked. Resisted at least. Maybe in time she would have felt more comfortable sinning so utterly in front of Pierce… But time was the one thing they didn’t have. He wanted her to do this, and she wanted to show him that she was strong enough and brave enough to handle whatever came next.
“All right.”
He rolled beside her and propped his head on his palm like he was settling in to enjoy the show. “I’m looking forward to this, but I can already tell I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”
As if to prove his point, Pierce cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples as she strummed the sensitive button between her thighs.
A jolt of sensation spiked through her belly. Because he was watching her? Because, thanks to Pierce, her body now knew what it felt like to orgasm? Either way, she mimicked the circular, teasing motions he’d used to arouse her in the past.
“That’s it,” he murmured against the side of her breast as he pinched her sensitive nipple. “You look so fucking hot. I’m putting this in my spank bank, for sure.”
His assertion was so unapologetic it was almost funny. But it was also sexy as heck. He found her alluring. He wanted her enough to imagine her while he touched himself.
Right or wrong, that sparked her desire even higher.
She met his fathomless stare. Black could seem so cold. Forbidding and impersonal. Menacing, even. But Pierce’s eyes gleamed as they scorched her with his heat. Her breath caught. Her skin tightened. Her heart banged against her ribs. Her spine twisted. Her ache grew.
She slid her eyes shut and moaned for him.
“Yeah.” He grabbed one of her thighs and dragged it wide so he could get a better view. “Oh, fuck, baby. That’s pretty.”
Brea could feel his unblinking stare on her there, where her fingers met her needy flesh and she craved him most. Her hips began to move and lift in rhythm with her stroke. “Pierce…”
He dragged his tongue over her nipple, then smoothed a hand down her belly. “I’m so here for this. Watching you is the best torture. Rub that clit.”