Page 277 of Rock Me All Night
"You're fucking amazing." He pulls me into another hard, desperate kiss.
"You can have any woman you want. Must be a line of fans ready to drop to their knees. Who would beg you—"
"I only want you." He teases my nipples until I groan. "I fucking love that sound." He pulls my pajamas to my feet. "You still game?"
"You really want to watch?"
He nods, his eyes wide with enthusiasm.
"I've never had an audience before."
He rolls back to his elbow. His fingertips trail over my breasts. "If you get too self-conscious, I can take over." He pinches my nipple. "But I hope you don't. I fucking love watching you come."
"Okay." I settle into the bed, positioning myself like I would if Drew wasn't here. But he is here. There's no sense in pretending I'm alone, masturbating while I think of him.
I touched myself while we were fucking, but this is different. This is a show.
Nervous energy passes through me. It fades away the second our eyes connect. He's lost in anticipation. He's still at my mercy.
I hold his gaze as I slide my hand down my stomach. I spread my legs wider to give him a better view. It's dark in here. He won't see my scars in high-def.
I go slow, teasing myself with light, long strokes over my outer lips. I stare into his eyes. His attention is on my movements, his mouth hanging open like he's watching his favorite movie.
It's magic. It makes it impossible to go slow. I forget about teasing and bring my fingers to my clit. I need to come. I need to show him how much I want him.
I rub myself. Soft then harder. Then just right. Drew sighs with pleasure. He brings his hands to my cheek and presses his thumb over my lower lip. I groan. Him touching me makes this better. I thrust my chest toward him. It's enough direction. He brings his hand to my breast and toys with my nipple.
Fuck yes.
Pressure builds between my legs. I've done this plenty. I know how to make myself come quickly. But with his eyes glued to me, with his hands on my body, I want to revel in how good it feels.
Every brush of his fingertips sends a pang straight to my sex. The knot pulls tighter and tighter, until it's too much to take. I find just the right spot and keep my pressure steady. There. Almost. My eyelids press together. I groan, arching my back and shifting my hips.
The orgasm is intense. Bliss spreads through my pelvis then my torso then all the way to my fingers.
When I blink my eyes open, Drew is still staring at me with rapt attention.
"Better than I imagined." He presses his lips to mine.
"You imagined that?"
He copies my words. "Not a million times." He pulls my body into his. "But pretty fucking close."
* * *
The light fallingover the bed casts Drew in a dreamy glow. It's bright enough that it must be well into mid-morning. I brush my teeth, fix a bowl of cereal and a cup of tea, and sit down with my textbook. There's a lot of weekend left and I want to spend it without schoolwork hanging over my head.
By the time Drew joins me at the table, I'm done with my finance homework.
He kisses me good morning. There's something normal about it. Like we're a regular couple who goes around using the words boyfriend and girlfriend.
He unlocks his phone and shows off his15 Missed Textsnotification.
I read the one in the notification.
Tom: Let me know if you killed anyone. I'll need to start early to keep that out of the news.
Drew shakes his head and taps a few replies. I find my phone and check the damage. Just a few texts from Meg.
