Page 69 of Illicit Illustration

“Fuck. Don’t tell me that if you want me to keep my hands to myself.”

Going in for the kill, I taunted him, hoping he wouldn’t do what I thought I wanted before now. “Why? Afraid you won’t live up to the fantasy?”

“No, because if you tell me any more details of what you think about while you’re touching yourself, my resolve to respect your wishes is going to be nonexistent. Kind of like your virginity once I get my hands on you.”

And that was the sentence that had me stripping off my leggings, spreading my legs and pressing a vibrator to my clit while Reid frantically unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down a few feet away.

Reid

Reenacting the scene ofa romance novel was not how I ever expected to see Hazel like this for the first time, but every inch of creamy skin she revealed drove my desperation for her up a notch. She was fucking stunning, and my fingers literally ached at the thought of touching her. I’d traced the curves she was uncovering through various stages of being undressed, but never with her bare like she was now.

Shaking my head, I tried to focus on her movements, and not fantasizing about things I couldn’t have.

That wasn’t what this was about.

Tonight was about one last night where we could be together like this, working on a common goal, only the goal of getting pictures she could use for her commissions had shifted into one of mutual satisfaction.

My eyes were still drawn to the vibrator on the table with the long handle. I’d seen enough faux equipment in my lifetime to know exactly what that one did, and my brain had short-circuited when Hazel told me she liked to get fucked. Because that was not something I ever expected to come from her lips outside of a filthy fantasy scenario that my brain had concocted inside my shower while I touched myself to thoughts of her.

And those scenarios had been in overdrive for weeks as she revealed more and more of the person she’d been hiding from me—and everyone else.

Hazel had a secret naughty side, and I was ready to see her let it loose.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered as she settled back against the couch cushions, spreading her legs wide without hesitation and holding the vibrator unabashedly against her clit. This wasn’t some inexperienced fumbling as she tried to figure out what to do. Hazel had played with this toy before, and if I had to guess by the practiced motions of her fingers, she played with it often.

My mouth watered at the sight of her pussy, which had my fingers frantically wrenching down the zipper on these damn fucking suit pants and then my thumbs shoving them and my boxer briefs to my ankles.

Her eyes tracked my movements, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips while she hungrily watched me grab my aching cock and squeeze. At this rate, it wouldn’t take much effort to get me there, but I didn’t want to miss the show in my desperation to get off.

There wasn’t time to appreciate that this was the first moment we’d really had to look at each other in the flesh, not hidden beneath layers of clothes or a strategically placed bedsheet. She was just as perfect as I’d imagined, lightly freckled skin, a pink flush staining her chest and neck from her arousal, guileless brown eyes framed by long dark lashes blinking up at me through the haze of her desire.

The teenage girl I’d once sat across a table from had transformed into a gorgeous specimen of a woman with subtle curves that were going to be my complete and utter undoing. Hazel had always been an important part of my life, and I hadn’t lied about her being family earlier, but she was also so much more. At this moment, blinking up at me and hungrily watching the movements of my hand, she wasn’t just the woman I wanted anymore; she was the woman I needed to keep breathing.

“You’re stunning.” My words came out in a low growl, and I struggled to focus long enough to settle into the chair across from her. “I fantasized you’d be like this.”

“Like what?” she gasped, dipping the tiny vibrator inside of herself and then pressing the glistening toy back to her clit with a whimper.

“Unashamed,” I groaned, flexing my forearm as my fist squeezed the head of my weeping cock. “Wanton.”

My thumb passed over the head of my dick, her eyes widening when it slowly brushed against the ring protruding through the tip, causing a rumble to build in my chest. “Seriously fucking sexy.”

“You…” she whimpered, eyelashes fluttering as her fingers continued to move between her quivering thighs. “You’re sexy too. So strong.”

She’d seen me shirtless before, but not like this. Not fisting my bare cock to the sight of her pleasuring herself. But I was trying to hold off, to savor the sight and sounds of her pleasure. Because I knew this might be the only time she let me in like this. This might be thelasttime she let me this close to her as something other than a friend.

And while my motives for putting her in this situation were not exactly altruistic, I also knew that if I came too soon, she wouldn’t have the picture she needed.

“That’s it, kitten, keep going,” I murmured, watching her squirm against the vibrator. Her hips danced across the cushion beneath her, and I could tell she was close by the way her eyes could barely stay open to focus on me. She was lost to the haze of pleasure, and I had a front-row seat. “Turn the speed up, make yourself come. I can see how much you want it.”

Her fingers shook as she listened, the buzzing sound that had just been background noise becoming higher pitched, along with the moans she couldn’t hold in anymore.

My fingers flexed as my cock throbbed in my fist, but I didn’t dare move for fear that watching her would set me off. And whether or not I was actually touching her, Hazel’s pleasure would always come first.

“I…” she gasped, her neck arching and her head falling back to the couch behind her. “I can’t…”

“You can.” My voice was low, filled with gravel as I encouraged her, knowing she was close but not quite there. “Concentrate on how every touch feels. Each movement of your fingers against your overheated skin. The slick sound it makes with every pass of that toy against your clit. How desperate you are. Just let go and feel the euphoria coursing through your veins.”

“Reid,” she moaned, her eyes locking with mine, her movements frantic as she chased the high she was so close to reaching. “Oh, God.”

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