panties and I shiver, my spine going straight.
“Four months before you turned seventeen, you started dating Kyle Warner. He was two years older than you, just graduated high school, a pencil dick nobody that you happily grasped onto because you stopped caring by then.”
My eyes close at the memory. I was only with Kyle for a few weeks. A flash in time when I let myself believe love at first sight existed.
Ari’s fingers trace the edge of my panties, a teasing touch as they slide down, sweep up, a barely there pressure that causes my hips to buck.
I feel him smile against my cheek, and all I want to do is turn to see it. But when I try, his hand comes up to lock over my throat, to hold me in place. Then sweeps down to rub soft circles over my nipple, enticing the flesh to tighten and bud.
“Two days and he convinced you to give him your virginity, and although you had an empty house, a clean bed, a place where he could take his time teaching you to accept his dick, you seduced him in the back of a car instead.”
His fingers pinch my nipple, twist it, his thumb flicking it before he palms my tit with fierce possession.
My mind races to the back of that car, to the way Kyle fumbled and was too eager. To the pain of him shoving inside me without knowing how to make me wet.
Ari’s hand slides down my body again, teasing the waistband of my panties before his fingertips slide beneath it. He pushes down until he’s just above my clit. His hand stops, and I want to complain, want him to keep going, but he doesn’t.
“Your face on that night, I watched every expression. You wanted so badly to get off, to experience an orgasm caused by somebody else’s hand. And I stood back and watched. A silent presence. My cock was so hard, but I wouldn’t touch it. Wouldn’t relieve the pressure building because of a girl who was way too fucking young.”
Teeth nipping my ear, he drops his hand lower, the pad of his finger grazing my clit. But when I move to rub against him, his arm locks on me tighter, reminds me to be still.
“We both walked away in pain that night. Unsatisfied. Unfulfilled. Kyle got what he wanted within the first three sloppy minutes. But we didn’t.”
His dick is a rigid line along the crease of my ass, every twitch a reminder of what he can give. But the man has such aggravating patience that my teeth slam together, my body a live wire he’s plucking sparks from with every teasing touch.
“So, you left Kyle, didn’t you? And moved on to the next. Benjamin Carter. Now he was a fucking loser. I was a little let down by the choice, but he was the first to spread these pretty legs and introduce you to a man’s tongue.”
He flicks my clit, a quick movement that sends a jolt of need through me. God, I’m so swollen for more, my panties feel wet.
“Except even that didn’t get you off. I saw your face. You fought for it to be enough. But the little prick had no idea what the fuck he was doing.”
Another flick and I want to scream for him to rub hard, to pinch, to slide his hand down farther and shove his fingers inside.
“But you moaned like he got you off. Pretended. Lied. Another two days and you’d sent him off. I’ll give you that much, Adeline. You never wasted too much time on them. Not back then, at least.”
I remembered the disappointment of that one time with Ben. Ari was making me relive it now by refusing to touch me the way I needed.
Ari’s hips move just enough to rub his cock against my ass. A taunt. A tease. A promise.
My body shudders so damn hard because he’s opening me up. Not physically, not in the way he touches me. But my thoughts, my emotions, my dirty little secrets that he toys with like pawns.
He’s right. I can’t hide from him, and for some fucked up reason, it turns me on more. I feel so exposed. So bare. So vulnerable.
And that sick side of me likes it. Not because he’s taken without asking. But because he’s giving me permission to reveal all my ugly parts without fear he’ll run from them.
He likes the ugly parts most.
He already knows them.
“Then you moved on