Bastard(37)

His mouth moves across my jaw and down my neck. “Your body is telling me you want me. Stop denying it,” he says into the crook of my neck.

“You’re full of yourself. I don’t,” I pant. Another lie. He chuckles against my skin. Lifting his head, he looks me in the eye.

“If I was to touch you now, I know you’d be wet.” I know I would be too, but I’m not going to admit it.

“Well you’d be wrong.” He cocks one of his eyebrows. I know it’s a challenge.

“We’ll just see about that,” he says with a cocky smile as his hand slips into the waistband of my yoga pants. Oh God. He’s going to know I’m lying, but surprisingly I don’t care. I want him to touch me there. No, I need him to. “Your panties are soaked,” he groans pulling back to look at me. “Now tell me you still don’t want me.” The anger I saw in his eyes when he pinned me against the wall has vanished. It’s now replaced with red hot desire. The way he’s looking at me right now has my heart beating out of my chest. “So you don’t want me to do this then?” he asks, pressing his fingers in a circular motion against my clit.

“No,” I lie as my eyes roll back in my head. I’ve never been this intimate with anyone before, but I want this. I want him. Badly.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes as his fingers move inside the silk fabric of my underwear and slide through my wetness. “What about this, then?” he asks as his fingers continue their assault on my clit. I feel my face flush. I hate that he knows how wet I am for him.

“No,” I whimper. God. It feels amazing. Nobody but me has ever touched down there. I love how his fingers are making me feel. Unexpectedly, I don’t feel as nervous as I thought I would being in a situation like this. I’m not entirely sure if it’s because it happened so fast, and I had no time to overthink things, or if it’s because it’s with Carter. Either way, I’m tempted to scream out, Don’t you dare fucking stop.

“So you definitely wouldn’t want me to do this then?” he breathes, slipping a finger inside me. “Christ. So wet. So tight,” he growls out as his eyes shut.

“No. Definitely not that,” I moan pushing my pelvis further into his hand.

“I’ll stop then,” he says, stilling his fingers. My eyes shoot open to find him smiling at me. Bastard. He slowly slides his fingers out, so I reach down between us and grab a hold of his wrist. Shit. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s trying to get me to admit that I want him. Never.

“Don’t stop,” I breathe and his smile widens. My head is spinning and my heart is pounding. I can’t believe a simple touch is capable of igniting such pleasure. The rougher he is, the more intense the feelings become. Why don’t I feel like this when I touch myself? Damn him and his magical fingers. He’s playing me like a skilled musician would play their instrument.

“Why don’t you want me to stop?” he asks smugly. I narrow my eyes at him.

“Because …”

“Because why?”

“Just because it feels good, doesn’t mean I want you,” I say, and his smile widens, revealing his perfect, white teeth. The way he looks when he smiles like that is a sight I can tell you. It takes my damn breath away.

“Oh you fucking want me,” he says all cocky. “You don’t have to admit it, kid. Your dripping pussy tells me everything I need to know.” He smirks before sliding his fingers back into my panties and through my wetness. His eyes close again. “Everything I need to know,” he breathes.

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“No. I think it’s you that’s full of me,” he says pushing two fingers inside me.

“Oh God,” I moan. My hands move up to his shoulders for leverage. Digging my nails into his flesh through his shirt, I push my hips towards his hand.

“My name’s Carter, not God.” He’s such a smartarse. Ignoring him, I continue to ride his delicious hand. It feels wonderful. Amazing. I’m so close.

“Open your eyes, beautiful,” he commands. “I want you to see who is making you feel like this … Who’s giving you pleasure.” He called me beautiful.

Doing as he asks, my eyelids open as I gaze into his hauntingly stunning brown eyes. He’s smiling at me again. “Deny it all you want. We both know the truth. If I was to slide my cock into that tight little pussy of yours, you’d be begging me for more.” Nobody has ever spoken to me like that before. His filthy mouth only turns me on more. Picking up the pace, I continue moving my hips against his hand. “Yes. Fuck my fingers,” he growls.