Page 25 of Everything I Crave

A moment of hesitation. “What are you thinking about, darling?”

Fuck. Two can play his little game.

“You getting yourself off in the shower.”

My bedroom door is ripped open, his wild eyes find mine. His eyes rake down my body to where I’m holding my vibrator, hips bucking off the bed, an orgasm is within my reach.

“You thinking about how it would feel to have my cock in you right now?” A smirk on his lips.

“Yes,” I squeak out.

That asshole sits in the chair in the corner of my room, watching me.

I pause for a second. “Do you plan on watching?”

“Sure do.” He crosses his ankle over his knee and leans forward, watching me intently.

“Well, then at least help me get there.” I half beg, still trying to sound like I’m in control.

“Tell me what you need.” He leans back in his chair. “You need me to touch you?”

Hope springs in my chest. “Yes. Please touch me.”

“If I were to touch you, I’d start by taking each of your hard nipples in my mouth, sucking and nipping until you’re begging me for more.”

He stands and walks closer to my bed, grazing his palm over the peaks of my nipples through my barely there shirt.

Moans escape me, and I close my eyes to envision what that might look like, feel like.

“Open your eyes, darling. I’m not done.” He smirks down at me. “When you were begging me for more, I’d crawl down that beautiful body of yours, reach both my hands under that perfect little ass and haul you to my mouth. First I’d lick every bit of you, taste you, until you were coating my lips. Then I’d suck right here, and lick away the pain.” He places his fingertip to my clit and applies the slightest bit of pressure. “Then I’d add these two fingers, to replace that plastic excuse you have. I’d rub inside you until I found the spot that drives you over the edge.”

“Oh God. Please. Please do it,” I beg, writhing on the bed.

He places a knee on my bed and swings his body over mine, hovering over me. He takes my vibrator from my hands, moving it in and out, and hitting my clit with his palm. His mouth covers mine and takes over.

I reach behind him, clawing at his broad back, trying to get any more friction he’s willing to give.

“Come on, darling. Give me what I want from you,” he drawls into my ear.

At his urging, my orgasm hits, and I ride it out against his hard body covering mine.

Once the aftershocks finish, Gunnar rolls onto his side and cradles my body against his. “I really just came up here to see if you were okay.”

I stare up at him, “I’d say I’m more than okay now.”

“I hate to say this, but I have to get back downstairs. Half that group is still here. I just wanted to apologize for being an asshole earlier. But Mack might kill me if I don’t leave right now.”

I don’t want him to leave, but I get why he has to. “Okay. Apology accepted. And I’m okay. Really. Go.”

Gunnar gets up, walking to the door. I throw on my underwear and I follow behind him. He stops and looks back at me before closing the door. “Want me to bring your dinner later?”

“Um, yes. Rule number one here, I’ll never say no to food.” I laugh.

“You got it.” He winks and leaves me warring with too many feelings on the couch. He acts like he doesn’t want to be with me, but then he goes and gets me off like that?

What I wouldn’t give for a drink right now.

I’m on my third episode of Gilmore Girls when Gunnar comes upstairs early. I pause the show and get off the couch to take some of the takeout boxes from his arms.

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