“And how do you plan on doing that without touching me?”
“Why ruin the surprise?” He flashes me that signature smile of his that gets my heart pumping wildly in my chest.
“But—”
“Shirt off and legs spread apart or else all of this is over. Got it?” He throws my words back at me.
I swear he remembers every single thing I say solely so he can use it against me at the most inconvenient time.
“Got it.” I rip the shirt off my head and push my thighs apart, wiping the stupid grin off his face. He groans as his hands grip the mattress on either side of my thighs.
The sensual woman who lay dormant inside of me rises to the surface, fueled by the lust in his gaze and the pulsing sensation at my core. Maybe I am on a power trip because nothing feels better than making a man like him wild with need.
I reach for the silicon tool. One end tilts up, while the other is curved and meant for G-spot stimulation.
“What’s that?” Cal’s voice trembles, eliciting a shiver from me.
I hold it up for him to see.
He stands to get a better look, encroaching on my space and flooding my nose with his addicting smell. “That one is new.”
“The last one broke.”
His eyes narrow. “How?”
“It was well-loved.” I do a quick sign of the cross in mock remembrance.
“With him?” The lethal tone of his voice makes my stomach clench.
“No, you possessive asshole. By myself.”
The tightness in his jaw fades away. “Good. Now get in the middle of the bed and show me what you usually do to get off.”
I do what he says. He climbs up on to the mattress, making the butterflies in my stomach swarm. My body dips closer to him from his added weight, but he is careful to avoid touching me. Instead, he lies beside me, leaving a small gap between our bodies.
I release a shaky breath. “First, I like to touch myself.”
The color of his eyes shifts like the ocean before a storm, the light blue color quickly turning darker from his dilating pupils. “I said to show me.”
My fingers grip on to the sheets.
Are you really going to do this?
One night won’t change things between us. At least not unless I let it, and I don’t plan on making that mistake again.
“Lana,” he says with a strained voice, attempting to pull me away from my thoughts.
Just let go for a single night.
My eyes shut as I stroke my belly. The tips of my fingers run back and forth across the smooth flesh, tickling the skin until my muscles loosen. It’s not until my heart begins to race that I travel past my ribs, straight toward my breasts.
I can feel his eyes everywhere. It fuels the fire burning within me, feeding it until I’m squirming on the bed as I tease myself.
“God. The way you look right now makes me wish…” He bites back a groan before blowing on the nipple closest to him, catching me by surprise.
“Makes you wish what?” I press.
“That you would let me touch you.”
I’m careful not to let my hands get too close to my nipples, instead focusing on traveling around the circumference of my breast first. Each pass gets me closer to the peak. “What would you do if you could?”
Cal curses under his breath. “Worship your body with my hands and lips until you’re crying for my cock.”
I huff. “You always were a tease.”
“Says the woman who has her dripping cunt on display for my personal torture.”
I spread my legs wider, earning another pained grunt from him. Cal leans forward and blows against the tip of my other nipple in retribution.
My back bows, my chest inching closer to his mouth.
His deep chuckle makes goose bumps explode across my skin. “Just say the words and I’ll take over.”
“No.” I try to sound strong, but my answer comes out like a broken whisper.
“Are you sure?” Cal’s breathing grows heavier. “Because I’d love take you into my mouth until you’re writhing beneath me, with your back arched and your pussy grinding against my thigh, soaking it with your need.”
I can picture it vividly. Cal would press his knee into me, encouraging me to prove how much I want him by seeking my own release on his thigh. He always liked making me work for my pleasure. The gentleness he usually shows me outside of the bedroom would be gone, replaced by a wildness he keeps on a tight leash.
I hope you know what you’re doing.
The more I’m reminded of our connection, the stronger my doubt grows.
Regret this later.
My lower half throbs with the need for more. I grab the vibrator only to have it stolen right out of my hands.
“Use your hand first.” He slides off the bed, walking around the end before lying between my legs.
Fuck.
I tease my clit and drag my hand back and forth from my entrance, using my arousal to my advantage.
My finger dips inside, pumping slowly.
“Show how me much you want me.” He watches with the utmost fascination as I lift my finger. It shines under the moonlight peeking through the blinds. The vibrator slips from his hand, completely abandoned as he focuses on me.
“Another.”
I follow his command, my body shaking as I slip a second finger inside, soaking it to the knuckle as I slowly push in and out. I’ve never been able to turn myself on this much. Cal’s presence works like an aphrodisiac, turning me into a whimpering mess at his command.
The muscles in my stomach contract with each thrust of my fingers.
“Let me taste you.” His voice cracks, the wildness in his gaze splitting my heart in two.
“No.” I state it firmly—for him and for myself.
He drops his head against the mattress and groans.
I grin as I reach for the vibrator again, only to have Cal hold it hostage against his chest.
“Hand it over.” I wiggle my fingers.
“You said I couldn’t touch you, but you never said anything about me using your toy.” He presses the button, and the hum fills the room.
“Wha—” My protest is cut off by Cal pressing the warm vibrating end against my clit.
My back arches, pleasure spreading through my body like a tidal wave.
“You’re a cheat,” I moan as he slides the tip inside of me, soaking it before returning it back to my clit.
He repeats the same motion over and over, collecting my arousal before teasing my clit. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”
Like I stand a chance of doing that now that he retook control and turned me into a mindless mess. My frustration grows as I chase my orgasm, only to have it denied every single time.
I clutch on to the sheet beneath me and grunt. My skin has a slight sheen to it from the sweat dampening it.
He tsks as I attempt to snag the vibrator away again. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” I say between gritted teeth.
“Then let me touch you.”
“No.”
“Pity then. Let me know when you’re ready to accept defeat.” He shuts off the vibrator before inserting the tip inside me. His thrusts are deliberately shallow, barely scratching the itch. If anything, it makes the pulsing worse.
I moan. “Please.”
“Please what? Use your words, sweetheart. I want to hear how much you need me.”