Page 28 of Dirty Pucking Tease

The bed shook as she shifted to her side, facing me. "Are all orgasms the same?" My eyes snapped open. That was not where I expected this conversation to go.

I rolled onto my side to face her, propping my hand on my hand. "I'm not sure I understand the question."

"Is there a difference between giving myself an orgasm and someone else giving me one? Like does it feel better or the same? Or does it depend?"

Someone else, hell. Her question required an experiment.

"Run your fingertips up your thigh," I whispered, sliding into her side of the bed. "There's no one that knows your body better than you." I wrapped my hand around her tiny wrist and guided her hand to the side of her upper thigh. "So, use your fingertips and run them over your skin."

She traced her fingertips over her thigh. "Okay," she said. "I don't get it."

"My turn," I whispered against her lips as my fingertips brushed against the heated skin of her thigh. "And you tell me if there's a difference." My hand curled around her thigh as I pulled her thigh over my leg and leaned into her. I brushed my lips across hers as my fingertips caressed the soft skin of her thigh. Her lips parted with a moan, and I knew she had the answer to her question. "Is there a difference?" I breathed, trailing my lips across her jawline.

Her eyes closed as she leaned into my touch. "Yes," she whispered.

"The night you touched yourself," I said, "while I whispered in your ear, how did that compare to when you touched yourself alone?"

"I thought you didn't remember," she cut me off.

"I remember everything," I said. "Every sound you made, the way you tasted, and how badly I wanted you."

"It was the best orgasm I'd ever had," she breathed, hooking her leg around my leg, flipping me to my back, and straddling me with a sudden burst of confidence. Dropping her chest to mine, she was taking control. My hands curled around her thighs, squeezing tightly. "I want to know what it feels like."

"What feels like?" I asked. I knew what she wanted, but I needed to hear her say it.

"When someone else makes me come," she breathed against my lips.

Shooting up, I wrapped my arms tightly around her, holding her flush against me. "Don't play with me, baby," I whispered, my tone low and raspy.

She wiggled out of my grasp, pressing her hand flat against my bare chest; she shoved me to my back. "I'm not playing anything," she said, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head.

I inhaled a deep breath as my gaze raked over her perfect, delicate curves.

"We shouldn't do this," I whispered.

Dropping her chest to mine, she brushed her lips across mine. "We should." I wasn't sure where this courage came from, and I didn't care. I was so here for it. My hand gripped her ass while my free hand fisted tightly into her hair, pulling her mouth tightly against mine.

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Icouldn't explain what came over me or the sudden burst of confidence surging through me like a bolt of lightning, but I knew it had more to do with him and how he made me feel than anything else.

I wanted to feel the difference between my own touch and his. I needed to be touched, and I wanted it to be him.

"Are you asking me to make you come, Kai?" he breathed. I nodded. "Say, please."

I dropped my lips to his ear. "Please, Jax," I purred, grinding my hips into his. His hand tangled into my hair, and his arm around my waist tightened, holding me in place. My nipples pulled tight as they brushed against the heated skin of his bare-toned chest.

"Please, what?" He breathed against the shell of my ear. His tone was both commanding and seductive. "Say it."

"Please, Jax." Fire zipped through me as I could feel his length between my thighs. I wanted to feel all of him. "Will you make me come?"

He smiled against my cheek. "How do you want me to make you come, baby?" His grip tightened around me as he leaned upand flipped me underneath him, settling between my thighs. His hungry gaze locked on mine. "Do you want me to touch you?" he whispered as his teeth grazed my throat. A strangled moan ripped from my throat as I tried to answer him. "Where do you want me to touch you, baby?"

His large hand covered my breast, his thumb brushed over my taut nipple, and I arched into his touch. "Here?" A soft moan pushed past my lips. "Holy fuck," he groaned. "If you keep making noises like that, I might be the one coming."

My belly clenched as his mouth moved down. The stubble on his jaw left a trail of heated fire in its path. His mouth covered my nipple, drawing the sensitive flesh into his mouth, sucking and teasing the taut bud with each flick of his tongue.

His mouth descended to my stomach, sucking, nipping, and licking his way down until his lips hovered over the thin black lace of my panties. "Do you want me to kiss you here?" he breathed, the heat of his breath feathered across the sensitive skin, summoning a breathy, desperate whimper.

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