Page 146 of Texting Dr. Stalker

Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she wriggled a little beneath me. “That’s two debts I owe you now.”

Her leg shifted, pressing against my cock again.

My teeth snapped together. My body burned with catastrophic agony.

Forcing myself to override the paralysing torment in my lower half, I swung my legs off the couch and sat up. My head swam. I clutched my temples, instantly regretting that decision because all I could smell was Sailor on my fingers. All I could see was her glistening desire.

My stomach clenched. My thighs hardened. My cock threatened to come without any other stimulation.

“I, uh…” My voice resembled a canyon after a landslide. “I have to go.”

“No!” Snapping upright, she fumbled for me. Readjusting her illegally short shorts, she kneeled beside me and traced her fingers from my face down my chest.

Her lips were wet from our kiss, and her breath came in short little pants.

With her eyes blindfolded, she looked far too young, far too innocent for the sort of thoughts colliding in my sickly savage brain.

“Consider the debt cleared, Lori.” I clamped a hand on her shoulder, preventing her from coming closer. “I took the gift I wanted. Having you unravel for me is the best kind of thank you. And I,ughhhh—”

All the air in my body gushed out as her hand slid down my t-shirt-covered belly and found my overheated erection.

“Ah, fuck.” My eyesight went black. My legs went numb. I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop her from unbuckling my belt, unzipping my jeans, and sneaking her tiny hand into my boxer-briefs.

The second her fingers found me, I thrust into her palm and made a pitiful noise. Not quite a grunt, not quite a groan. A beg really. A motherfucking beg to cure me before I died of heart failure right there on her couch.

Her fingers wrapped tighter around me, her thumb pressing against the top of my slick crown.

I had precisely two point two seconds to do the right thing.

With a shaking hand that barely functioned, I grabbed her around the wrist and stopped her first jerk.

“Wait,” I strangled.

She shook her head, her blonde hair messy, the blindfold cutting around her head with a band of black silk. “Let me take care of you. I can hear how much pain you’re in.”

“I-I’m fine.” Pulling her arm, I tried to be gentle all while fighting the highly aggressive beast within. The beast who wanted to wrap his fingers around hers and teach her how I liked it.

How to squeeze me. Pump me. Make me come.

“I can’t.” With a burst of strength, I tore her fingers off me and pushed her back. “I’m sorry for manhandling you so roughly, but I really can’t let you—”

“Yes, you can. I want to. Can’t you see I’m not doing this out of obligation, X. Iwant to.” With a frustrated curse, she fell back over me, her hand blindly searching for my cock. It arrowed straight up, begging her to find it. Having her sightless and eager, knowing she couldn’t see me or the state she’d put me in?

Fuck, it made me want to fist her hair and guide her face to my lap. To guide her to the part of me she seemed to need and surrender every shred of power I had left directly into her deliciously hot mouth.

But as much as I feared I would have an aneurysm if I didn’t come soon, I couldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t be that selfish because when the day came that she found out it was me hiding behind this mask, I would never be able to look at her again.

The guilt would eat me alive.

Grabbing her chin between my arousal-coated fingers, I held her firm. “I’m going to go.” With my other hand, I tried to tuck myself away.

Every nudge against my swollen flesh hurt.

Shit, it hurt.

Her fingers lashed out and found me, making me sag and stiffen at the same time. She tranquilised me. With a single touch, she shackled me to that couch, and all my good intentions flew out the goddamn window.

“Just once, okay? I just...if I can’t see you, I want to hear you.” She shrugged sadly. “I just want to take care of you the way you took care of me. It’s not affecting my mental health. I’m fully here with you, aware and willing and happy. I’mhappy, X. I feel powerful and sexy, and I really, really want to do this for you.” Sucking in a breath, she stopped breaking me and crucified me instead. “Please?”

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