Page 10 of Pick Your Poison

“Have you thought about it?” His fingers are now caressing my outer thigh, slipping just under the hem of my skirt.

“No…”

He pinches the skin of my thigh. Not too hard, but enough to cause a hiss to leave my lips.

“Don’t lie to me, Lilith.”

“That hurt,” I say to him, looking back over my shoulder. I don’t move away from him, though. Deep down in my soul, I want him to do it again, but harder next time.

“I’ve thought about it. Fantasized about it, actually.”

“Which?”

“All of it.”

“And did you touch yourself?” He slides his hand up, laying it flat against my stomach, pulling my back flush against his body. I can feel his hardness there at the small of my back.

“What?” I ask, suddenly overtaken with a racing heart and the inability to form a coherent thought outside of the fact that this god like fucking man has his dick pressed into my back.

This isn’t me. I’m not the type that comes to a strange place with someone I don’t even know and throw caution to the wind, but I’m high on the buzz that is Carter Bellevue.

“Did. You. Touch. Yourself?” he asks, with kisses up my neck punctuating each word.

“Yes, of course I did.” I lay my head back on his shoulder and savor the feeling of his touch now that his fingers are trailing along my exposed outer thigh.

“Of course? Is that something you do regularly?” He’s walking his fingers up my leg, going slow enough to allow me the chance to consent or turn him down. I spread my legs enough to give him room… my consent fully given.

“I’ve been single a long time.” I gasp when I feel his index finger trace the seam of my pussy through my panties.

“I can tell. You’re soaking wet for me already.”

He’s not wrong. Between the moans of others around us, the scenes taking place before my eyes, and my intense feelings brewing where he’s concerned, I’m a trembling puddle of hormones.

“I know…” I moan out, arching my body and giving in to the sensation when my panties are pushed aside and his fingers take over.

“Close your eyes, baby… let me take care of you.”

Everything slips away when I allow him permission to control my body for the evening.

I only hope I don’t regret it.

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