Page 98 of The Comedown

“Julian,” she warns.

I shush her, saying, “Don’t worry. I’m done hurting you, Poohbear.”

“What are you doing?”

“I broke one promise to you. I’m about to make good on the other.”

“Which—”

“The one where I erase everyone else’s touch. Say I can, and I will.” I drop my forehead to hers, begging, “Say it.”

“With one finger?”

Stroking her middle finger, I bring it up to place on my new tattoo. “You proved what one of your fingers could do. Now let me show you what one of mine can do.”

Her throat moves with a swallow.

“Say it.” I want to touch her, but she has to be ready. She has to want it. She has to let me.

“Erase it all.”

My cock swells, and my throat goes dry as a groan rips from it. Shit, yes.

There are people behind us…somewhere…so with me in front of her, I cup the back of her head and walk us closer to the river’s edge for more privacy. I’ll pretend I’m pointing out, like, rock formations. Collette just needs to stay in front of me with her finger on my pulse. She’s gonna want to feel this.

“Don’t let go,” I tell her, lifting the front of her skater-style skirt with my free hand. “That’s the only thing I want you to do. Got it?”

“You really think—”

“Normally I can’t get enough of your voice,” I cut her off, saying, “but right now I need you to shut up.”

“What—”

I shove my hand into her panties, finding her waxed pussy already soaked for me. Jesus…

“Christ,” she pants, her forehead pressing into mine as she looks down to watch.

“Collette.” I glide my middle finger down her pussy lips, spinning it around to gather wetness like a paper stick collecting cotton candy, then I bring it back up to swirl around her clit. “Do as you’re told for fucking once.”

“I don’t take orders,” she says, her eyes fixed on my finger work.

“You don’t want anyone to know you’re getting finger-fucked by Julez, a celebrity, do you?”

“You’re not Julez.”

“Oh yeah? Who am I?”

“Julian.”

My finger slows.

“Who are you?”

Her eyes lift to mine. “Collette.”

“No. They get Collette.” I jerk a nod over my shoulder. “You give them Collette. I want—”

“You want more, Julian? Then be more.”