Determination sparks through his eyes. He gathers my hands over my head, pinning them there with his strong grasp, and then he turns on the vibrator again. I’m at his mercy as he returns his rapt attention to my breasts.
It’s an onslaught of pleasure, and all I can do is get lost in it.
Get lost in the feel of his mouth on my nipples.
Get lost in the vibrations pulsing against my clit.
And get lost in the heaviness of his body straddling mine.
My orgasm starts as a dull throb between my legs and travels to my stomach, where it swirls and grows until my limbs start to tingle and the base of my spine grows heavy.
“Yes,” I say as my hips push against the vibrator. “Oh my God, yes,” I groan while I arch my back toward Pike’s mouth. “Right there, Pike. Right—”
He turns off the wand.
“Noo,” I cry as tears well in my eyes, my orgasm teetering. “Fuck.” I squirm against him, release so close, but I need that extra push, that extra stimulant.
His nose drags across my jaw. “Say it, Coraline. Tell me you want this, and I’ll make sure you come so hard you forget your own goddamn name.”
I black out.
His voice.
The way he owns my body.
There’s no saving me.
And before I can stop myself, I whisper, “I want this. I want you.”
He lifts off my body and undoes the belt. Then he spreads my legs wide, pulls down the hem of my shorts, sticks the wand against my clit, and turns it on. The new position sends bolts of ecstasy through me, and in seconds, I’m screaming—yes, screaming—his name as I come hard and fast.
“Fuck, yes. Oh fuck, Pike. I can’t . . . God, it’s too much.”
Orgasm after orgasm strikes me, my clit growing overly sensitive as he continues to maneuver the wand over me. And my orgasm goes on until tears are streaming down my cheeks and the convulsions that rock my body subside.
Satisfied, he turns off the wand and pulls it from my shorts. I feel him set it to the side, and then he leans in close and presses a kiss to each of my nipples before pulling my top back down.
He lightly presses his hand to my stomach and asks, “Are you okay?”
“No,” I groan, hating that I gave in but so thankful that I did. “I didn’t want to want that from you.”
“Stop denying it, Cora. Give in and I promise I’ll give you everything you need.”
For some reason, I truly believe he would.
“I don’t want anything from you.”
He nips at my neck. “Clearly you do.” When he lifts up, my eyes immediately fall to his crotch, where there’s a very large outline of his cock, straining against the fabric of his jeans.
Because I’m a glutton for punishment, I sit up and reach for him, but he backs away.
“Let me take care of that,” I say.
He shakes his head. “Like I’ve said before, you can have my cock when you show up to bed naked or in one of my shirts.”
And then he heads to the bathroom. The door shuts and I hear him flip the shower on.
What I wouldn’t give to see him naked.
To see him stroking his long, hard cock.
To listen to the sound of his orgasm ripping through him.
I bet his moans are masculine, needy. Fulfilling.
I bite the corner of my lip and wonder if he locked the door to the bathroom. I didn’t hear it lock.
Would he be mad if I walked in on him? Would he tell me to leave, or would he let me watch?
I waver on what to do but curiosity wins out. I get out of bed and tiptoe to the bathroom. I carefully test the door handle to see if it’s open. When it twists, I squeeze my eyes shut in relief and then slowly push forward.
Through the glass shower door, I spot Pike with his back toward me. Muscular, tapered, sexy as hell, leading down to his tight rear end. But that’s not what’s causing a wave of heat to scorch up my neck.
It’s the furious pumping his arm is doing over his cock.
One arm pressed against the tiled wall, the other dragging over his cock. A cock I can’t see because he’s turned away from me.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
My cheeks go hot.
“Aww, fuck,” he says again, his arm now pumping harder and harder until his butt cheeks clench and he lets out a low groan of his release.
So hot. So what I needed to see. His limp body leans against the shower wall, and I take that moment to duck out of the bathroom. I go back to the bed and sit there, staring at the kitchen, wondering how we went from making tea to me seeing Pike jerk off in the shower.
I quickly grab my phone and text the girls.