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“I have two weaknesses I probably shouldn’t tell you about.” My fingers drag up the cotton of my baggy t-shirt, tracing the swell of my breast leading to my collarbone. “I’m certifiably weak for cute girls with tattoos who could ruin my life… and men with mustaches. That’s the reason I didn’t want you to shave yours.”
Damn him for being the worst kind of forbidden fruit. Yet, I can’t seem to find it within myself to stop this, to put a halt to this madness we’re tiptoeing closer to the precipice of.
“Tempted? To cheat? Or tempted by you, Sage.” He growls, and it doesn’t fucking matter how far away this man is; I feel a shudder roll straight down to my toes. “Because those are two very different things. The first, no. Never. The second, I’m barely hanging on by a goddamn thread. I’m getting closer to snapping the longer I’m around you.”
“You’re just watching, baby,” I murmur as my fingers trace the soft swell of my inner thighs. “Maybe you’ll let yourself enjoy this. Maybe you’ll wrap your fist around your dick and touch yourself for me. Or, maybe you’ll be a good boy and wait ‘til I’m done, then get yourself off after.”
“You don’t need to know that I’m thinking about you while I’m playing with myself… while I’m stroking my pussy late at night, wishing it was your hand between my legs.”
“You don’t need to hear about all the little daydreams I keep having about that night on Devil’s Peak… when I wanted you to say fuck it, wanted you to slip your leash and let your hands find my waist.”
“No, I don’t think you need to know that I can’t stop thinking about what might have happened if you’d pushed me up against that hay bale, like a true cowboy. For your mouth to suck down on my neck, to nibble that spot… you know the one… that special little place that acts like a mute button for the brain.”
“I know we can’t.” Sliding my fingers up to seek out my clit, the ache there is desperate to be relieved. “… this is too complicated.” I press down and circle hard, the wave rising and racing toward me now. “... we have to forget this ever happened.” My words begin to falter. “But, fuck, do I wish… wish things were different.”
“There’s no putting you anywhere but front and center in my mind, baby. Did you think there would be anywhere else for you after taunting me out of my head with that little show of yours? Did you honestly think I’d be left doing anything but fucking my fist non-stop? You’ve got me so goddamn wrapped up in you, I’m out here forgetting any reason why I shouldn’t even look at you.”
“Oh, you talk a big game. Do you like the idea of me making you feel good? Think I can’t feel the way you’re grinding your hips for more?” I slip beneath the edge of the fabric and my pulse thrums at the first glimpse of her softness—of her; wet and warm and so eager to meet me in this. “Do you want to know just how good it will feel when I give you what you’ve been longing for?”
“Mmmfuck, baby. Your sweet little pussy gives away your secrets. I think you’ll like my fingers well enough when they know how to find that spot you love so much.” I press lower, and she’s so velvety soft as I reach that hidden junction of her thighs to begin toying with her entrance. “I’ll bet no idiot boy you’ve been with has ever bothered to take care of your pussy like I know you need. Never stroking that spot only your toys get to. None of them bothered to make the effort to get you off perfectly, did they?”
“Doing the wrong thing turns you on, doesn’t it?”
