His stubble feels even scratchier under my fingers right now. In fact, everything feels scratchier when it touches my body. His soft t-shirt, his velvet hair, the air around me. “Why?” I breathe out, shifting restlessly on one foot. He’s still rubbing the center of my core with his thumb, sniffing my scent. “Because of you.” “Me?” “Yeah. You’re pissing off my cock, Blue. You’ve been pissing it off for days now. The way you move in that tight little uniform of yours. The way you run around, your blue braid flopping behind your back. You’re inviting trouble, aren’t you?” “No.”
