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“Trust me,” I croak, wondering what she’s tried in the past to find relief. Who does she think of when she touches herself?
Call it ego and arrogance all you want, but my money is on me.
My mouth waters as I watch her finger glide through her glistening pink, sinking inside her tight core. Toes curling, they dig into the dark rug beneath my feet as I steady myself, wishing desperately it was me touching her. “Curl them forward, search until you find—” I’m cut off by a sharp, surprised gasp. “That’s it, baby. Stroke right there with firm pressure. Find what feels good to you. Pretend it’s my fingers stroking that sweet pussy. Use your other hand and pinch your nipples.”
I’m almost swaying on my feet, lightheaded because I swear the only blood in my body is in my dick. Unable to stand it anymore, I slip my hand inside my wet underwear, gripping the throbbing steel and squeezing it tightly. A groan tumbles from my chest as I twist my palm over the crown, dragging the pre-cum down in hard, frantic strokes.
“Fuck, Casey, if you were sober, I’d be so deep in that pretty cunt, you’d taste my cock.” I don’t know if she understands me, butmy name tumbles from her lips. Her hips buck and I’m about to explode as I watch her ride her fingers.
Soft moans spill from those sweet lips. Beads of sweat trickle down her temples. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she chases her release. Her lids shut, eyes squeezing tight, as desperation distorts her face.
“Open your eyes, Sunflower.” Those shimmering sapphires pop open. Filled with so much need I lose my breath. Desire hums like an electrical current between us, tangible, audible… omnipotent. “Pinch your clit, baby,” I rasp through panted strokes. “Roll it between your fingers and imagine it’s my teeth.” Her mouth opens. Her chest heaves, then stops moving as her entire body goes rigid. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
My stomach and balls tighten as I watch her contract around her fingers. I jerk my dick once, twice, then lean forward and come so hard my knees buckle. I grab the post of her bed as my cum covers my hand and stomach. Our eyes stay locked for several minutes as we catch our breath.
The devil can save me a seat next to him because I’m definitely going to hell for this, but it sure as shit won’t be with blue balls.
Casey
Consciousness tickles the edges of my mind, pulling me from a heavy, dreamless sleep, but as flashes of last night flash behind my closed lids, instead of opening them, utter humiliation squeezes them tighter.
My mind weaves through the memories, each sending me deeper beneath the heavy, charcoal gray comforter and soft, white cotton sheets as flames of mortification race over my body. All the drinks, the dancing, the things I said. Dear Lord, did I really askJaggerto “teach me sex”?
And Graham. Ugh.
I rub a sore spot on my arm as everything replays in slow motion. My stomach twists painfully as the anxiety builds.
“Open your eyes, Sunflower.”
The memory of his rough voice commanding me as he…
But no. That can’t be right.
My fingers grip my head, pressing my thumbs into my temples.It wasn’t real, Casey. You know that. Graham would never do that except in your stupidly overactive imagination.
A loud bang makes my eyes spring open. My thundering heart leaps into my throat. I slip out of my bed, fear lodging in my throat despite knowing no one can get in my apartment without the code, and I search for my phone, ready to call nine-one-one.
It’s not here, and neither is my purse.
Another loud crash makes me jump.
Then footsteps sound across the hardwoods of my apartment. It sounds like it’s in the living room. My breath hitches as I look around my sunflower-decorated room foranythingthat can be used as a weapon, frustrated when all I see are my pretty yellow throw pillows, plushies, and a book.
It sounds as if the footsteps are getting closer, coming this way. My hands clap over my mouth to muffle a whimper of fear that works its way up my throat.
Call it desperation, but I grab the only thing I have and dash to the door. I press myself tightly to the wall beside it and hold my breath, praying whoever it is doesn’t come in here.
It sounds as if they’re right outside my door. Sweat trickles down my spine. My knees shake so hard it’s difficult to stand. I choke down a sob as the knob turns but somehow force my eyes to stay open.
With a scream, I swing, catching the intruder off guard. I land two hits to a wide back before I drop my weapon and take off down the hallway. I’m in the living room when a thick arm cords my waist, lifting me off my feet. Tears stream down my cheeks as I thrash and flail. “Please don’t hurt me.” I kick some more, but it’s pointless. I can’t get free.
“Will you stop thrashing like a feral cat?”
I freeze, eyes going wide, and look at the arm wrapped around my waist. Beautiful filigree scrollwork weaves up to a banner with his family name across it and to a shield with a knight’s helmet adorning the top. I was always fascinated by that tattoo as a child.
My eyes track up, meeting his gaze with his stupid judgy eyebrow. “What are you doing here?” It comes out all breathless from running through the apartment, scared out of my wits.
His mouth puckers, eyes narrowed as he sets me on my feet. I turn around, folding my arms across my chest. “I brought you home last night, remember?”
