Page 102 of Beautiful Storm

“But I want you to listen to my directions. Can you do that?”

“Yes. Please. Tell me.”

I don’t make her wait, needing to see her come apart just as much as she needs it. “Okay, Amelia, slowly run a finger through your pussy. Imagine it’s mine. Teasing you, making your body come alive.” She does exactly as I say, while I swallow back a lump in my throat, working hard not to let her hear how affected I am.

“Good girl. Now rollmyfinger over your clit. Once. Twice.”

She lets out a mewl as her ass lifts off the bed again and she wriggles under her touch. Undermytouch. While I lose my mind watching her.

My hands clench at my side to stop myself from touching her or myself. I’m desperate to palm my cock, but more than that, I’m desperate to run my tongue through her wet pussy. I want to be the one eliciting her moans—not just my words, but me.

“Do it again,” I whisper as I stare at her center, my own breath picking up speed. “Again, Amelia.”

“Oh God. Yes.”

Fuck.“That’s it. Now a little faster, harder. If I could touch you right now I’d be lining my cock up to that beautiful entrance. Would you be ready for me? Ready for me to sink inside you? Imagine it. Can you feel me there? Can you—”

Her body spasms, cutting me off as she cries out, spreading her legs wider to give herself better access and me a better view.

Witnessing Amelia come apart like this is a new kind of torture I never knew existed, but at the same time there’s something so fucking beautiful about it. Because it’s her. By now I’d usually be thinking about what comes next, but I’d do anything for her to keep going, to see more.

Her movements pick up, and her whole body quivers as she rides her hand, pleasuring herself. No, asIpleasure her. And my cock hardens to an unbearable level. But I hold strong. That wasn’t the deal.

I keep my focus on Amelia, my gaze locked on her every move, and when she’s teetering on the edge of her release, I help her fall. “You are a goddess, Amelia. Fuck, it feels incredible inside you. So tight. So warm. Now come.”

“Jesus, Luke. Holy shit.”

She screams out my name over and over as her body thrashes around, and all I can think about is the sound of my name on her lips. The pure ecstasy in her voice. And I want more.

She slows her movements as her ragged breaths deepen, and I stay still until her body stops pulsing and she closes her legs, a tightness building in my chest. This is it. It’s over and now I have a decision to make. I can walk away before she opens her eyes. Just like she asked. Or I can beg her to let me stay, but I’d risk breaking her trust.

Without a word, I collect my clothes and get dressed before slowly walking to the door, my balls so fucking blue there’s a chance they’ll fall off, but I did this. It was all me, and as much as I'd love to turn around and ask her to return the favor, I promised her I’d go as soon as she came, and that’s what I’m going to do.

I hold my breath until I reach the elevator, and it’s not until I’m inside that I let out a loud sigh. “Fuuuck. That was intense,” I whisper to myself, laughing like I’m crazy.

My phone buzzes when I reach my truck, and when I see Amelia’s text, my laughter intensifies.

Amelia: Thank you

Luke: Anytime. And I mean that. It wasmypleasure

But now I need to fix the little problem I have. And the way I see it, just like when I was back up in Amelia’s room, I have two options—find some way to relieve this tension, fast,orwork it off at the gym. I start the ignition in my truck and stare straight ahead, unsure which way to go. But I have my answer within seconds. If it wasn’t broad daylight right now and I wasn’t parked in the busy street, I’d be tempted to help myself, but that’s not an option, and since I don’t want anyone else to help, it’s gym time.

Wait. What?

I don’t want anyone else? Since fucking when? Until now, my thoughts have been that Ican’thave someone else. Because of the deal I made with Amelia. But suddenly I’m thinking I don’t want anyone?What the hell is going on?

Amelia. Amelia. Fucking Amelia.

I let her get under my skin. Again. I could have anyone I want. I could be an asshole right now and break our deal. But I no longer want to.

What I want to do is sink inside Amelia, just like I described to her. I want to—

Jesus, I wanther.

My mind whirs as I drive, and before I know it, I’m pulling into the stadium parking lot, desperate to work out this messed-up tension consuming me.

I don’t bother warming up since Amelia did that for me, and instead, jump straight onto the treadmill with my earphones in, hitting go on my playlist as I move, increasing the speed until I’m forced to run.

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