Page 25 of Wrecked By a Devil

I head to the tiny bed and make myself comfortable, leaning back on the headboard as I watch her lock the bedroom door.

“Just in case,” she murmurs after seeing the confused look on my face. “The last thing I want is one of my roommates returning unexpectedly and walking in on… whatever this is.”

“Are you ashamed of having me here?” I raise an eyebrow, biting back the smile.

Instead of responding, Riley connects her phone to the Bluetooth speaker on her desk and plays a song. This time it’s a different song from the one that she auditioned with at Eden, but equally sensual

“It helps me to have the music playing in the background,” she explains.

“I don’t mind it at all,” I raise my hands and put them behind my head.

Without saying another word, Riley’s body slowly starts moving to the music. She avoids looking me in the eyes at first but my gaze stays locked on her as she takes off her clothes, one piece at a time. I watch the slow fabric glide over her skin, until she’s left only in her underwear.

“What do you want me to do now?” She finally looks up at me and the moment our eyes meet, my dick twitches, hardening instantly against my zipper.

“Take it off,” I point to the bra.

Riley does as I said without protesting, she’s a girl who keeps her word, unhooking the back and letting the straps slide down her shoulders, and then surprises me by throwing the bra at the bed, near to where I’m sitting. I pick it up without thinking, the delicate strap still holding the warmth of her skin, and bring it to my face to take a deep inhale.

She smells like the most delicious dessert.

I toss the bra aside, my eyes never leaving her chest. “Now, touch them.”

Riley freezes, her chest heaving as a deep flush creeps up her neck. She bites her lower lip, looking everywhere but at me, her arms hovering awkwardly at her sides.

“How?” Her voice is barely a whisper.

“Slowly,” I lean forward slightly. “Start at the top. Then trace the curve down to the nipples. Let me see how you do it when you’re alone.”

She lifts her hands, her fingers pale against her skin and I watch her index fingers press into the soft slope of her breasts, tracing an agonizingly slow path downward. Her breath hitches the moment her fingertips graze the tight, pink peaks.

“Like this?” She asks, her voice trembling with embarrassment, but her eyes finally lock with mine.

“Exactly like that,” I smile. “Now squeeze them for me. Rub your nipples until they’re hard.”

Her cheeks burn a deeper crimson, but she doesn’t stop. She cups herself, her small hands squeezing the soft flesh, as her thumbs sweep back and forth over the sensitive tips.

The sight of her own fingers working against the skin, forcing a gasp from her lips, makes the heat in my pants turn into a punishing throb. Even though she’s embarrassed, she’s doing exactly what I want and I have her completely at my mercy without me even laying a finger on her.

As my eyes drop lower, I notice it. The thin, grey cotton of her panties is damp. She’s wet even though she’s trying to press her thighs together and hide it.

“Look at that,” my lips spread into a grin. “You’re soaking wet for me, Riley.”

“It’s not…” Even though she’s trying to deny it and hide it, her red cheeks are speaking for her even in the dimmed light.

“It’s okay,” I murmur, my hand moving down to my belt. “Take them off.”

“You said no touching,” she shakes her head, her eyes widening.

“And I’m not going to touch you,” I reassure her, holding her gaze to anchor her. “I promised you I won’t lay a single finger on your skin and I’m a man who keeps his word. But those panties are coming off and you’re going to show me how you touch yourself for me.”

A sigh of relief escapes her, but she remains frozen. I can see by the look on her face that she’s torn between going through withit and storming out of this freaking room and telling me to fuck myself.

“Let’s do it together,” I proceed to unbuckle my belt with a slow, deliberate click. “I’ll touch myself too and we’ll watch each other come. Deal?”

Riley’s eyes drop to my waist, tracking the movement of my hands. She swallows hard, her eyes darting back up to mine before she gives a slow, definitive nod. “Deal.”

With her agreement, I don’t waste more time. I slide my pants down my hips. Riley watches every move, her eyes wide and fixed on my thighs, the lean muscle of my legs, and the way the cotton of the boxers is stretched tight over my erection. With a smile on my face, I reach for the waistband of the boxers and push them down.