Richard chuckled, a low incredulous noise. “I can’t,” he said softly. “You don’t realize how much I have to hold back around you. You’re so—” He inhaled, hand sliding down to grip one of my asscheeks. I arched into the touch, desperate for the tease he’d subjected me to earlier. Thick fingers pulled my cheeks apart, rubbing up against my hole through dry denim for a second time, only this time he didn’t pull away. I suddenly wished I wasn’t wearing pants at all, the jeans I was wearing were too tight for him to do much more than grab and pull. “You’re so fragile.” Fragile? Motherfucker. “Fuck
...more
