Page 64 of Not A Chance

“Put two fingers in your pussy and tell me how wet you are first. Then I want you to show me,” I growled. I wanted to watch her put her hands all over herself, but I needed to know how needy she was first.

Indie lifted her hand that was resting on the bed beside her leg toward her center.

“Ah. Slower. Drag your fingers along your thigh and over yourstomach as you go.” The push and pull of my desperation for her had me blurting out directions.

She complied and slowed her movements. Her fingertips brushed over her outer thigh, which I knew from experience felt like silk, and then up to the crease of her hip.

I ripped my gaze from the mesmerizing sweep of her fingers as she dragged them back and forth from her hip bone to the very edge of her pelvis, never dipping down into her folds.

I mimicked the speed of her movement on my cock, making broader strokes from my base to my tip. I watched her eyes follow the motion of my hand and its vise grip on my rock-hard length.

Her breathing sped up as I swiped my thumb over the head of my cock, catching the precome that was beading from my tip. The press of my thumb on my glans as I smoothed the lubricated digit back toward my base had the corner of Indie’s mouth tucking inward as if she was biting the tender skin of her cheek.

Was she holding in a sound? Or stopping herself from saying something? I wanted to find out.

I tested my theory by increasing the speed and strength of my stroke on the next upsweep of my hand. The friction of my rough palm forced another helping of precome to smear over my shaft once more.

The second my thumb made the sweeping motion, Indie’s mouth opened, and a small sound issued from her throat on her exhale.

Good. I want to drive her to the brink of insanity with her pent-up desire. To push her past rational thought where her mind would be filled with images of me, of us, in this moment.

She blinked away the haze of watching me drag out my own pleasure. Her hand moved upward along her rib cage and, further up still, to the underside of her breast.

The pad of her thumb rested briefly under the swell of her breast before she used it to swipe upward, causing her small mound of flesh to bounce with the motion.

“Very naughty, baby. Did I tell you to do that?” My voice sounded hoarse as I pushed the words out.

She didn’t answer me. Instead, Indie brushed her thumb and forefinger against her breast, this time circling the dark pink skin of her areola.

“Rocky…” I groaned. She was so sexy I couldn’t even scold her for breaking our unspoken agreement to let me lead.

For all my years of being proud of my self-discipline, this woman could bat her eyelashes and have me following her into a burning building.

My blood thundered in my veins. The pounding of my pulse thumped so loudly inside me that I could barely hear my own breathing.

“You’re driving me insane.” It was clear to me she had no mercy when she responded to my plea by merely biting her plump bottom lip between her teeth and taking the tight bud of her nipple between her thumb and finger.

Then she pinched her tender skin. Hard.

“Goddamn. Fuck. Jesus.” The curses streamed from my lips as I watched her ripe cherry of a nipple flash white with the rough treatment by her own hand before reddening a deeper shade than before.

I squeezed my cock at its base to hold off my orgasm. There was no way I was coming before she did. I wanted to watch her soak her hand in her own juices and imagine her stroking my cock with them after she came.

“Baby,” I ground out. “Are you going to do what I asked or not? It’s making me crazy not being there to take that poor, abused nipplein my mouth and soothe it.”

The small hitch in her breathing told me I was getting somewhere. I pressed on, keen to get her off now, no longer content to wait after her little show of defiance.

“Maybe that little bratty move made you hotter, hm? Are you ready to show me how wet you are after proving to me that you won’t follow my instructions?”

Her slow nod was accompanied by her other hand coming to her chest to join her other one. She cupped each of her small swells in her hands, rubbing her thumb gently over her nipples now. Indie’s head tilted back slightly, her eyes half-closed, enjoying the sensations she was giving herself.

Or was it my eyes on her that made this so sensual for her? I wanted to watch her do this in person the next time we were together.

“I see how it is. I was stupid to think that you could behave.” Her chin snapped forward, and she narrowed her eyes, looking more like the fierce woman I was used to.

I cut her off as she opened her mouth to speak, as if I hadn’t noticed her wanting to tell me I was wrong. “Instead, you did what you wanted by making a show of your beautiful tits for me. Bad enough to like the little jolt you gave yourself with that pinch?”

My tone lilted up at the end of my statement, transforming it into a question. I was burning inside with what she’d say next. The thing with Indie was that I could never be totally sure what would come out of her mouth.

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