Page 77 of Glamour & Gumballs

“You don’t have to touch me like this just because Kellie didn’t,” he gritted out. “That’s not?—”

“That’s not why I’m touching you.”

His gaze was hot, but I could see in his eyes that he didn’t believe me.

With my free hand, I took one of his wrists and slipped it between my thighs. His fingers brushed my wetness, and my body clenched again.

“I’m touching you because it turns me on,” I said. “Yeah, my possessive side is glad she didn’t touch you, and I’d kind of like to mark you as mine by doing it. But I want to, Rhett. I want to watch you come undone. I want to see your release on my skin, I want to make you wild with need, I want to—” The breath rushed out of me as my back met the shower’s wall.

Rhett’s chest rose and fell quickly, his cock throbbing hard in my hand as our gazes remained locked.

Thrill raced up my spine.

In the spa, I’d been set on getting that out of him. The dominance. The determination. The certainty.

He’d been holding himself back, resisting the urges I desperately wanted him to give in to.

If we were going to be together, I wanted us to be together freely. Passionately. Without holding back.

“Tell me how you want me to touch you,” I said, without looking away.

He let out an unsteady breath, and finally released his grip on my hand. I didn’t stroke him again, though. I waited.

One of his hands was still between my thighs, but it wasn’t moving.

He planted the other on the wall of the shower, just to the side of my head.

“Put a hand on my wing,” he finally gritted out, his shoulders rolling as his wings unfurled. The water fell against them, and his cock jerked slightly.

My thighs clenched, and his fingers lifted closer to my core.

I pressed my free hand to his wing, the other on his cock, and waited.

He throbbed again.

His eyes closed, his jaw clenching. “Slowly. Touch me slowly.”

“I’m going to need more instructions than that, Rhetti.” My voice was soft.

Hot.

A little playful, too. The nickname emphasized that.

His cock jerked in my grasp. “Drag your fingers lightly over my wing, close to where it meets my back. It’s not as sensitive there. Work my cock slowly.”

I followed his orders.

One hand stroked his cock lightly. The other teased his wing.

My hand grew slick with the start of his pleasure.

“Fuck me,” he swore, his whole body tight as he fought off his release.

“Is that a command?”

I jerked him a little harder, and he grabbed my hand again.

His eyes flew open, hot and intense. “Soft, Chaos.”

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