Page 95 of Lured By Shadows

I couldn’t think about his words, only that I was catching my breath while feeling slickness dripping down my thighs.

His hand slid back up and slowly stroked my bruising neck. “I was not planning on leaving a mark on you today,” he hummed. “But I find it endearing to see you carry a touch of me.”

My body responded with a shiver that rippled through my skin like electricity, cool air kissing my exposed flesh. Temptation fluttered in my eyes, heavy-lidded and dark with desire.

“I think I feel his touch here still,” I lied through my teeth, my voice husky and breathy.

My index fingers glided over my nipples, circling the hardening peaks with a feather-light touch that made them pebble instantly beneath the rough drag of my own skin. I stared at Culver, my gaze locking onto his before flickering down to the thick length jumping in his pants.

The sight made my mouth water.

“Ira.” He didn’t give me a chance.

His large, cool hands replaced mine against my breasts, palms rough and calloused from whatever mysterious labors he did, pressing firmly into the soft flesh. “I welcome any touch you offer me.”

“I’m not offering it.” I shot my hand out, capturing his wild hair, coarse strands tangling around my fingers like silk ropes. I pulled with a satisfying tug that dragged a low, guttural groan from deep in his throat.

“You’re the one who wanted to remove all his touch.” I gasped sharply, the sound wet and needy.

I arched into him, melting against his chest as the hard planes of his muscles pressed into my softer curves.

He continued playing with my peaks, tweaking them between his thumb and forefinger with a sharp pinch that drew a whimper from my lips before rubbing them in broad, insistent strokes that made my skin flush hot and sensitive. Every touch sent sparks flying down to my core, heat pooling wetly between my thighs and making me feel things I had never felt before.

Raw, aching need.

I gripped harder against his hair, tugging roughly while little mewls escaped me—high-pitched and desperate—vibrating against his neck where my nose pressed into his cool skin. I inhaled deeply, tasting the faint musk of him as I nuzzled closer, the scent minty and intoxicating enough to make my head spin.

He angled his head down at me, a devilish smirk playing on his lips, his breath brushing the shell of my ear with a soft graze. “I thought he hardly touched here.”

His cool breath ghosted over my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and making me roll my hips into him involuntarily, my thigh brushing his straining dick through his pants.

The contact was electric.

I puffed my cheeks, air escaping in a frustrated hiss before my breath hitched sharply when his hands squeezed my tits together. The pressure compressed the sensitive flesh until it ached deliciously, my nipples trapped and rubbing with friction that sent zings of pleasure-pain straight to my clit.

“I… just… fuck, okay,” I huffed out breathlessly as he continued exploring my nipples, pinching and pulling them with varying rhythms.

“I need your touch…” My voice cracked on the admission, low and pleading.

I couldn’t meet his gaze, my cheeks burning with a flush spreading down my neck, but I could feel the subtle tremor in his fingers against my breasts as they flicked my buds sharply, the sting making me yelp softly.

I couldn’t help myself as I rolled my hips, grinding myself against him with my legs spread on either side of his thighs. The thick shaft nestled heavily between my legs, the fabric barrier doing little to hide the veined ridges or the way it jumped with his pulse.

“Culver.” I played in his hair, gliding my fingers through the strands and tugging when he kneaded my nipples hard enough to make me feel myself coming undone.

His thick cock between my legs made my pussy ache even more with how empty it felt, slick trickling down my thighs in warm rivulets that cooled in the air. I hadn’t expected to feel this good in his arms. The roughness of his hands against my smooth skin. The smoothness of his cheek against my shoulder as he leaned closer. This definitely wasn’t something I had expected to happen today of all days. No man had ever made me come undone like this, especially with just his fingers on my breasts.

“You are taking it so well.” His voice radiated through me, husky and laced with approval, making my pussy clench hard in response.

There was no way I was about to cum just because Culver was playing with my tits… was there? There definitely was.

My body tingled from head to toe, every nerve alight as his hand moved to my stomach, palm spreading wide over the quivering muscles before dipping just above my pussy, fingertips grazing the soaked edge of my panties. The touch was teasing, barely there, but enough to make my clit throb visibly.

My breath hitched in anticipation as his other hand pinched and twisted my nipple cruelly, pain blooming into white-hot pleasure.

Then I stilled completely, my entire body locking up as waves crashed over me.

“Cum—” I barely registered it.