Page 23 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
I always enjoyed looking at him when we were younger. Sometimes, just finding him in a crowded room or on the playground eased my anxiety and shut out all the noise and people.
I reached for his shirt and unbuttoned the top button before his hands came up to stop me. Nerves and doubt clawed up from the pit I’d shoved them down. “Do you—should I—I don’t know what to do.”
“I told you we are taking things slow for now,” he covered my hands with one of his and brought the other to my cheek, cupping it and caressing it as he moved it back into my hair.
“Oh, are you going to kiss me?” His thumb traced my jaw and down my neck.
“Yes,” he said as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
His hand let my hand go to wrap around my waist and pull me closer. I wanted to touch him and learn what those muscles felt like with nothing in the way, but I didn’t want to push him, so instead, I brought my hands up around his neck and pressed tight against the hard length of his body.
He skimmed his hand slowly down my neck until he reached the straps of my dress and traced the top of mybreast where it met my top.
“Is this new?” he asked as his other hand moved up my back to undo the tie that held my dress tight against me.
“Yeah.”
“It’s beautiful.” He pulled on the ties holding my dress to me before sliding the straps off my shoulders. Without the support of the faux corset top, it slid to the floor in one easy motion, exposing me to him almost completely.
He stared, his eyes wide, until I wanted to fidget and cover myself.
“God, Lily,” he said in a low voice that barely carried across the small space between us.
“Are you going to stare at me or touch me? I can always touch myself.” I didn’t move, though.
He groaned.
“Do it,” he said roughly. “Touch yourself.”
I stepped back and ran my hands up my stomach. I liked the soft touch that Duke gave me, so I tried to do the same. It didn’t feel as good as his hand, but it was familiar, and I relaxed into the sensation.
I ran my hands up to cup my breasts and cover them. I expected to feel awkward about this, but I didn’t. My best friend watched me touch myself and lift my breast like they were an offering to him. His eyes held nothing but heat and longing as he focused on me.
“Play with your nipples,” he said, and I obeyed him.
I brought my fingers up, and traced small circles around my areola coming closer and closer to my nipple, letting them pebble into taut peaks until my fingers brushed them and I arched into the touch, a moan ripping from the core of me in a way I had never experienced before.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes to focus on the pleasure of this simple touch.
“I’ve never—” I moaned again “—it’s never felt like this when I touch myself. It’s so… fuck… intense with you here.”
“Good.” His voice was closer than I expected. He must have stepped toward me when I had my eyes closed. Before I got my bearing again, he bent forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Duke!” I cried out and then his teeth were scraping, his tongue licking, his mouth sucking. I lost myself in a sea of sensation at our one point of connection.
I brought my hands to his head to anchor myself and keep from floating away. My knees buckled, and he brought his hands around my waist and bent me over backwards. “Oh, god.”
He pulled off my nipple.
“My name only,” he commanded, before moving to my next nipple. I could only nod as I squirmed, my thighs sliding against each other. I must have been wet, wetter than I’d ever been.
“Duke, please.” I begged. It was too much and not enough all at once. “I need… I need more.”
I pressed closer to him, trying to feel all of him against me and get the friction I knew would end this torment.
“Yes,” he said when he pulled off my nipple. He licked the other one, wetting it and causing me to arch into him more. The air on them felt cool and intense, making me pant.
He pushed me gently toward the bed and I fell back onto it when my knees hit the edge. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he kneeled before me, putting his hands on my thighs.
