Page 82 of The Catch

There's nothing dignified about how I sound. Desperation isn't my style. Usually I'm fun in bed. Laughter, teasing, and multiple orgasms are my brand. I'm confident and eager and I drink their compliments like nectar.

But this is Ames. With her, I am more than eager. I am hungry. Pining, even as she stands within reach.

She enjoys it, from the blush spreading over her face.

"Take off everything but your underwear," she commands.

She steps back to give me the room. I obey.

I stand, hands fisted by my side.

"Do you want me to strip for you?" She asks.

"Let me do it." I tense my muscles until my chest and shoulders pop. It's the only way I manage to remain still. "Can I touch you?"

"I can see the strain that holding back is causing you. Makes me feel sexy."

"You're so sexy, Ames. Let me show you."

"You already are."

"More. I'll show you more."

She bites her lip and pulls her striped blouse up.

"No!" I shake my head. "Please. Let me do it. I've waited too long to do it."

"Tell me more." She drops her blouse back to place.

I lick my lips, and tell her what I'm ready to confess.

"The other night. After the club. I almost knocked at your door afterwards."

Her chest rises and falls, and my breathing matches hers. "Having you here with me. Next door to me. It's torment, Ames."

She comes close again, her eyes locked to mine.

"Can I undress you?" I ask.

"Tell me more about that night."

"Having you on my lap. Squirming. Showing you how much I wanted you and letting you believe it was just nature. For show. I ended up at your door, my hand on my cock, desperate for you."

Her blush deepens and I feel it in my dick. I bite my bottom lip, hard, because I'm about to lose myself to this agony building inside.

She puts her hand on my hard length, and I'm closer to my breaking point than I've ever been.

"Oh,fuck," I breathe.

She rubs slowly. Her mouth opens. Shallow, fast breathing moves her chest, as if she's trying to control herself, too. Her breasts push against the neckline of her blouse, and the bra that tantalizes me through the transparent bits of fabric.

"Ames. God. I can't get your moans out of my head."

"You… heard me."

"Please. Let me hear them again. I was there only for a few minutes. I promise. I walked away. Please, let me hear you moan again. I need to make you moan. I need your moans to be mine."

"They were, that night. They will be yours tonight, too."