Page 69 of The Darkness Within

“That’s exactly what I want you to do.”

“Fuck,” he moans, giving his soft shaft a long slow rub. “You’re sitting there, just like that, watching me. You’ve got your reading glasses on, and you’re taking notes.”

Oh, he’s going for the full fantasy. A smile twists my lips. “What am I taking notes on?”

“How many times I touch it, how slow or fast. The size, the color. You keep asking me that classic therapist question. ‘How does that make you feel?’”

This time, I laugh out loud. How did he manage to make that sound sexy? “Go on.”

His left hand slides across his chest, teasing his nipples into hard, tight peaks. “I’m imagining your mouth on me.”

“Where?” I ask.

“Everywhere. First you taste my skin, nipping at my belly. Then your lips part as they brush over my nipples, and you suck them into your mouth.”

It’s a good thing his eyes are closed so he doesn’t see me adjust myself. My cock throbs, desperate to be touched, but I can’t, which is the sweetest torture.

“Then you lick them and blow on them, cool air that makes them tighten so hard they burn.”

Sensitive nipples, duly noted.

“And you suck a wet trail up my neck, nipping at my jaw, tasting the salt of my skin. And when you get to my mouth—” His eyes pop open. His bright blue eyes fix on me. “You’re going to have to use your imagination on this one, ‘cause I’m not going to spoil our first kiss.”

Damn. He’s got me. Completely fucking owns me. Technically, my lips have touched his once before already, but it was so brief that I wouldn’t classify it as our first kiss. Squeezing my thighs together to relieve some of the ache, I ask, “What next?” in a voice that’s barely coherent.

“Your knee presses softly against my nuts, kneading them as you slide your fingers into my hair. Every time you rub my scalp, it takes me away from the present, like I’m floating on clouds.”

Mental note. Get my fingers into his hair as often as possible.

“Then you touch all the parts of me that are just parts of me. Nothing sexual. My shoulders, my arms, my hands.”

Oh, Nash, every part of your body is sexy. Don’t you know that?

“My stomach,” he continues. “My face. Like you’ve lost your sight, your fingers just map the features of my face, learning it, memorizing it.”

I could draw you with my eyes closed, that’s how many hours I’ve spent staring at you as you sleep.

“Then you move on to my legs, my feet and my calves, my thighs.”

The image of his head between my thighs comes back to me with crystal clarity, and my dick kicks like it has a mind of its own, which I’m sure it does.

I can’t tell if it’s his hand or his shaft, but I definitely see…something.

His strokes continue, soft and slow, a light touch, just like I suggested. His hips shift, and I realize he’s definitely becoming aroused. Like he’s feeling it throughout his entire body, not just between his legs.

“I can smell you, feel the warmth from your body, and I just want to get closer to you. I want more. But you pull away, licking down my sternum, down the center of my abs. I want you to touch me there so badly it almost hurts. And then you do. Your mouth parts and your lips mold to the shape of my cock. Through the cotton of my pants, you trace my shaft with your lips, your warm breath caresses it like—fuck, Brewer,” he moans as he gives it a hard tug. “I want to feel your mouth so bad.”

Nash bucks his hips off the mattress and then lies flat again, bending his knees. He’s definitely feeling now.

“My pants are growing wet, from your mouth, and because I’m dripping, and then you taste the spot, you lick the saltiness from the cotton, and… Fuck…I need…touch me, Brewer.”

His eyes are open, and I realize he’s not continuing the story. He’s not fantasizing. Nash is talking to me, begging me for relief. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. If I don’t leave right now, I’ll do it. I’ll touch him.

“Congratulations,” I breathe in a rough whisper, swallowing past the constriction in my throat. My mouth is as dry as the desert I once served in. “Your dick works.”

“Brewer,” he pleads, sitting up.

“I’ve got to go. I’m sorry.”

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