“The smell of you drives me crazy. I have to fight every instinct I have to stop myself from pinning you down and devouring you until my face is dripping with your juices, and you’re begging me to fuck you.”
I whimper at his words, pressing one hand against the cool glass as the other one lifts of its own accord to play with my very erect nipple.
“Fuck yes, babe, touch yourself. Show me what I do to you.”
I pinch my nipple harder, gasping and pressing more of myself against the glass.
“Fuck, so goddamn sexy. After I finished eating you out,” he continues his fantasy as I trail my hand slowly down my ribs, “then I’d shove my cock so deep inside you, you’ll never want me to leave.”
Slowly at first, I circle my clit with my fingertips, watching as his eyes fix on the movement of my hand.
“I bet you’re fucking tight. You’d squeeze my dick so hard I’d shoot ropes of cum inside you like a teenage boy because that’s what you do to me, Cherry. You make me feel wild and out of control, and I’m not sure I like it.” He punctuates his words by pumping his cock hard before stepping closer to me. I can’t take my eyes away from the erotic taboo in front of me even as he eradicates the distance between us until the glass door is the only thing keeping him away.
“Slide two fingers inside yourself for me, Cherry, and pump them in and out. I want you to imagine it’s my cock.” He looks down at his dick before looking up at me with a grin on his face. “Maybe you should make that three fingers, babe, I want you to feel that stretch. Imagine it, the feel of my hard cock slipping inside you. You can feel it right?”
“Yeah, feels good,” I whisper, finally finding my voice.
“The real thing will feel even better. One day, Cherry, you’ll let me inside you, and this thing that sparks between us will explode. But I won’t stop even as the world burns around us.”
I let his words wash over me, thrusting my fingers into myself harder and harder as his eyes track my movements. I lift my free hand and tease my nipple as I keep pumping my other hand, imagining it’s him taking me hard and fast. This might be all there will ever be between us, but fuck it. If this is all I’ll get, I’ll take it. It will be a memory I relive when I’m alone at night with nothing but my fingers for company.
“I’m close, Cherry, tell me you’re close too. I don’t want to come without you.”
I mew at his words, circling my clit with my wet fingers, harder and faster to the point of pain, racing to the edge, wanting nothing more than to free fall into the abyss with him.
“Yes, yes,” I cry out as he starts cursing. I can’t hold back anymore, screaming out my release as I detonate. I vaguely hear him following me over, but my focus is on trying to stop my legs from collapsing beneath me.
When the door is abruptly yanked open, I squeal, cursing myself for trusting him, but he just lifts me onto the counter before grabbing a large fluffy towel and wrapping it tightly around me.
“I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself,” he answers my unvoiced question.
I stare at him, my heart still beating like crazy, the warm glow of my orgasm making me feel languid and loose, but the wariness is still ever-present.
I lift my hand and touch his cheek, “Who are you?” I whisper, dangerously close to crossing a line. He tenses before he turns his head and grabs my hand, sucking two of my fingers into his mouth.
“Delicious, just like I knew you would be.”
I blush. Jesus, the things I’ve seen and done, and this guy can still make me feel like a teenage girl. Maybe that’s what I like about him, his crazy ability to make me feel like I’m getting a do-over—a way to experience all my firsts again without the darkness and icy fingerprints that haunt me.
He lifts me from the counter, leaving me to dry myself as he strips off the rest of his clothes and climbs into the shower.
I dry off as quickly as I can and get dressed in the clothes he left out for me, deliberately not watching Reid even though