Page 18 of Better Left Unsaid

I flicked a brow up and raked my teeth over my bottom lip. It was difficult to remember many of the times we’d been together, but that one wasn’t—it was definitely memorable. It was the closest I’d ever gotten to coming. He walked me through everything, and I imagined it was his cock filling me instead of my finger. The key? I had beencloseto coming. It still didn’t happen. At this point, I was ready to admit defeat, but he wasn’t, and I knew that. If we weren’t friends, though, I wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t have saidto hell with youby now.

“Yeah, you remember,” he said, a cocky grin on his face.

Goose bumps crept over my skin, and my cheeks heated, my heart even racing. “Help me, Dom. Let’s try again.” I gripped the bottom of my shirt and sat up, taking it off and tossing it on the floor.

I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my breasts were on full display for him.

“Fuck. Me.” Dom’s words hit me straight to my core. “Your body is sensational.”

“Tell me what to do,” I said, knowing that his demanding side always made me wetter. His words turned me on like nothing before ever had. And I was really sick of thinking of myself as a broken woman. I wanted to orgasm. Everyone made it seem so easy, but then why couldn’t I do it?

“Is your bedroom door locked?”

I knew he was worried about Isabella walking in, but he had nothing to worry about. “She’s spending the night at Allie’s. She wanted to see Tipsy, and Allie offered, so. . . .” I said, hoping no more words were needed because I wanted him to get on with it already.

“Good. Take off the rest of your clothes and strip down to nothing. You should be completely bare. Remove the sheet, too. I want to see every inch of you, especially your wet pussy. How wet are you, Maria?”

I stripped, feeling a chill hit my crotch almost immediately. Unlike everywhere else where I felt like I was being cooked on high heat. I squirmed, maneuvering the phone in my hand and waiting for his next cue. “Now what?” I asked, watching his eyes, which were narrowed as they lowered to stare at my breasts.

He licked his lips, and I bet he wished he could suck my nipples into his mouth. I knew how much he enjoyed doing that. I wasn’t so much for foreplay, but he liked it, so I went with it. It wasn’t that I was opposed to it, but I wanted to get to the good stuff so I could orgasm. Potentially. Although, Dom had always insisted that foreplay could make me come, too, if I’d just relax and let it.

Relax.That was one word that was not in my vocabulary.

Plus side? He was the only man I’d beenthisrelaxed with.

I was usually much more high-strung, if you could believe it.

“Spread your legs and sit the phone there so I can see exactly how you’re pleasuring yourself, okay? I want a front row seat to all of it. If I can’t hear your wetness as I slam into you over and over again, smell it, or even goddamn taste it, then I want to watch every move you make. I think you can do it, Maria. I think you can come, and I want to watch your arousal spill out of you and drip down your legs, making a mess on your bed.”

That was hot. Maybe I could do this. With my phone down there, I spoke up to make sure he could hear me. “Like this?” My legs were completely spread, my pussy throbbing as I brought my hand down there, ready to glide a finger inside.

He groaned, the sound reverberating off the walls. “I want to suck on your clit and eat that pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“Do I need to spread my legs more? Am I in the right position? This would be a lot easier if you were actually here.” It wasn’t even like he was far. Just at his house. “You know what? Maybe this is a bad idea.”

“Maria.” His voice was stern and filled with warning. “Relax,” he commanded.

I hated that word. It was official. I despised it. Yeah, that was more like it. Didn’t people know the more you told someone to relax, the more they did the exact opposite? “I’ll try.”

“That’s all I’m asking for. Tease yourself.”

“What?”

“You can’t jump right in. Maybe teasing yourself would make you come. If I were there, I’d try it.”

“You annoy me.”

“Bullshit. Drag your hand up your inner thigh.”

I did.

“Place it closer to your pussy and begin running your hand down and up, circling the area.”

I did, my nipples becoming more taut as I grew wetter.

“Are you getting wetter?”

I nodded, rolling my lips. “Tell me what you’re doing. Maybe that’ll help.”

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