Page 54 of The Promises We Break

I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone, ever. I get embarrassed touching myself when I’m alone.

I look down at my body, questioning everything we’ve talked about.

Questioning myself.

I can’t do this. I can’t even touch myself and feel comfortable. How am I supposed to talk to strangers or feel confident standing in?—

“Ember, look at me.” My eyes snap up to his, kicking myself out of the internal beating.

“Touch yourself with me.” He pulls down the front of his boxers, exposing his hard cock. Wrapping his fingers around the tip, he strokes down the length as his hips pump up softly into his hand.

My jaw slacks into a small “o” as a gasp leaves my lips. My hips instantly match his movement, desperate for the same.

Jesus, how is that so sexy?

He pumps his hand over his length, slowly, twisting slightly as he reaches the tip.

My hand reaches up to my collarbone, my fingers digging into my own flesh, before it trails down to my hardened nipple. I moan as my fingertips graze the peak. They are so sensitive, shocks of ecstasy shotgun to my core.

I’m aching and wet, and not only do I want to please myself, but I want to please Hudson.

My eyes don’t leave his, like I’m drawing strength from them.

I suck in a steady breath and sit back on the bed, then slowly spread my legs open.

A low animalistic growl comes from the voyeur in the corner, fueling my confidence.

I press my middle finger into my mouth, sucking it all the way down to the base of the knuckle, then trail my hand down my body until my fingertip slips between my slit, finding my hardened clit.

I whimper at the touch, biting my lip to keep my sounds reserved.

“Fuck.” His moans vibrate through the air as if I can feel them on my body.

I don’t know what I prefer, him watching me or me watching him.

He came home wearing his hat, which he removed after he set me down, so his hair is completely disheveled, matching the desperate rhythm in which he’s stroking himself. His day-old shave is shadowed perfectly by the moonlight, highlighting his dark features.

I feel like his prey, and I’m desperate for it.

My finger brushes my clit at an agonizing pace. I toss my head back, unable to control the breathy moans. I keep going, stealing moments between staring at him and inspecting myself.

This is all so intimate and so… stimulating. I’ve never felt so nervous and excited at the same time.

“Oh, god…” My eyes are squeezed shut as the sensation of my building orgasm intensifies.

“Oh, no you don’t.” A loud thud causes my eyes to pop open in time to see Hudson rushing to me, hitting my hand away before I can come.

“What are you doing?” I say between heavy breaths.

“Sit on your hands,” he says as his palms rest on the insides of my thighs, keeping my legs open.

“I don’t want to.” And the bastard just smiles.

“Sit on your hands, Ember.”

I roll my eyes and listen, annoyed because I was so close.

“I told you, I’m not going to make this easy for you.” He leans into me, placing a gentle kiss to my chin. His body lowers as his lips trail down my sternum. His tongue circles around my nipple expertly, avoiding the puckered tip as I gasp, shifting my chest, desperate for him to touch me there.

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