Filthy Beast(93)

“Okay,” I say, leaning back. “What do you want me to do?”

“First, close your eyes.” He waits a second. “Go ahead, really close them.”

I smile and close them. “Okay,” I say.

“I want you to picture us together, alone, maybe alone in this little spot of yours. You’re dressed the way you are right now, and you look so fucking sexy. I can barely keep my hands off you.”

“What are we doing here?” I ask him softly, already feeling the excitement.

“Hiding,” he says. “We’re hiding from your family. But not in a bad way. You took me into your closet because you wanted privacy.” He pauses for a second and I let that sink in, amplifying my desire.

“Imagine the way I kiss you,” he continues. “Imagine me pressing you against that wall, taking your wrists and pinning them up against the wall. Imagine my lips lingering along your skin as I press you there, holding you tight, kissing you, slowly moving my palms down the length of your curves. How do you feel?”

“Excited,” I whisper, seeing it in my mind. I’m dripping wet, but I can’t tell him that. I can’t actually say those words. It’s too dirty.

“Good,” he says. “I kiss your lips and your neck before my hands move down to your breasts, teasing them, teasing your nipples. One hand remains on your breast while the other slowly sinks down to your panties.”

I bite my lip, breathing faster and deeper as he speaks. I can practically feel the graze of his rough fingers over my soft skin as he speaks to me in his deep and sexy voice.

“Now, Sadie, I want you to take your hand and do what I’d do.”

I open my eyes, a little surprised. “You what?”

“Close your eyes,” he chides. “Go ahead. Close them.”

I bite my lip and do as he says.

“Now, take your right hand and slide it down the front of your panties.” He pauses and for a second, I’m not sure if I can do it.

But the image in my mind of his fingers down between my legs pushes me onwards. I do as he says, slowly sliding my hand down the front of my panties.

“You’re dripping wet,” he says. I let out a soft, surprised moan. “I knew it,” he continues. “I knew you’d be soaked. You’re so desperate for my touch, you absolutely crave it, and you’re finally getting it. Now, slowly and gently, rub that nice little clit of yours.”

I do as he says. I’ve gotten myself off before in the past, so I know what I like, but I’ve never, ever, ever touched myself in front of someone else. I’ve never done anything like this. And it’s so fucking exciting. Instantly pleasure rolls through me and I keep my eyes shut tight, afraid that if I open them, I’ll get too nervous.

“My fingers down between your legs,” he says, almost a whisper, chills running down my spine. “I kiss your neck and bite your lower lip as I rub your clit in circles. Over and over, softly then harder, responding to your every moan and move.”

I touch myself as he speaks, seeing this in my mind. I can feel his hard body against mine, his muscles tough and intense as I touch myself. I can hardly believe that I’m doing this, but it’s way too exciting to stop.

And it feels good. I can’t deny that. It feels so damn good.

“I slide my fingers down to your pussy and press them slowly inside of you. God damn girl, you’re so fucking tight, and I love how warm and slick you are. My cock is so hard as I kiss you, my tongue in your mouth, my fingers deep inside of your pussy.”

I do as he says, pressing my fingers inside of myself. I can’t believe how good it feels. My fingers are smaller than his, so I can only imagine what that would be like. And his cock is bigger than either of our fingers. He’ll tear me to pieces when I let him fuck me, and as I sink my fingers deep inside of myself while he speaks to me, I can’t wait for it.

Moans escape my lips as he watches. I fuck myself with my fingers, slowly at first.

“Not too fast,” he whispers. “I want to make this last. I press them deep in and out, teasing you, before pulling them back and working your clit again.”

I follow his directions, word for word, feeling myself.

“That’s right. I roll back and press them inside, good girl, just like that.”

“Oh shit, Gavin,” I whisper. Pleasure floods through me. I know he’s watching me, actually watching me touch myself. It’s so dirty that I’m doing it for him. I thought I wouldn’t be able to do something like this, like my nerves would stop me.

But as soon as he started talking to me, and I actually touched my body to his voice, my nerves instantly dissolved. I don’t feel self-conscious anymore as I run my fingers inside of myself, fucking my own pussy while Gavin watches me.