Page 109 of Pick Me

“Put them in your mouth.”

I froze.

“My fingers?” My eyes flew open, and I couldn’t stop staring at the sight on my screen. Jackson was furiously stroking his cock, his jaw tight, his muscles tense. Every part of me screamed to get up, run to his room, and take what we both so clearly wanted.

But I didn’t.

“Yes. Your fingers. Taste yourself, and suck them like it’s my cock.”

A fresh wave of arousal flooded through me at the thought. Slowly, I lifted my hand, my fingers glistening in the dim light, and I slipped them between my lips. A tangy, earthy taste spread over my tongue. It wasn’t unpleasant, more intimate. This was what he tasted when he ate me out.

Jackson let out a guttural groan. “You taste so fucking good, don’t you, baby?”

I hummed around my fingers, dragging them out of my mouth before slipping them back in, sucking lightly.

Jackson’s breath hitched. “Good girl,” he murmured, voice dark with approval. “Now put them back inside yourself.”

I had never done something like this before. It felt primal,feral,and just a little bitwrong.

And yet, it was sofucking hotknowing he was watching me like this.

My fingers slid back inside, my body pulsing, clenching, and my thighs trembling as the tension built.

“Play with your clit.”

I brought my other hand to my clit and rolled my fingers over it, my head tipping back at how good it felt.

I was close.

So close.

But I was waiting for Jackson to let me.

“You’re right there, aren’t you?” His voice was low, dripping with heat. “I can tell.” I was barely paying attention to his words, too lost in the high I was chasing to care. “I am too. Wish I was coming all over your tits, though.”

My whole body clenched, teetering on the edge from his words. Pleasure spiked through me like lightning, my muscles taut, my mind blank.

There was no way I could hold back anymore.

“Fuck, Pyro.Come.”

The second the words left his mouth, I let go. Ecstasy crashed over me, rippling through every nerve as I fucked myself through it, my body writhing, my breath ragged.

It feltso good.

Too good.

I collapsed backward, unable to hold myself up, my limbs heavy, my skin burning.

Jackson groaned, his breath coming fast and sharp. “Fuck, that wasawesome.”

I lifted my head just enough to glance at my phone screen. He looked just as wrecked as I felt. I couldn’t talk, let alone string a coherent sentence together. It was too good.

“Get some sleep, Pyro,” he said, still catching his breath. “We’ll tell him in the morning.”

The morning.

That wasn’t long.

---