Page 71 of Cruel Debts
"Yeah, yeah, Hawke and Liam, too, but I'm not going to get you off just standing here." That'd be no fun for either of us. And I'd never heard of an instance where a woman came from just looking at a man.
"Touch me," she instructed, rolling her hips. "Fuck me. You don't need a map, Asher."
What Ineededwas self-control and maybe some GPS coordinates. I didn't want to fuck this up. "Show me how you get yourself off," I groaned, the idea springing from my lips before I could take it back. "Show me what you do when you're on your own and nobody's watching."
"Right here on the counter?" Her eyes were wide as she stared at me in disbelief. "Where we eat breakfast?"
"Now, Pretty Bird," I growled, "and stop stalling. You have what you've been angling for since you walked into our home, now take it and stop playing games."
I grabbed one of her hands and tugged it free of my hair, setting it atop her hot core. She struggled, her eyes flitting between herself and me. "Asher, I dunno?—"
"Show me," I snarled, "and I'll show you what I've done to myself when I thought of you every day since the time you sat on my lap in high school at that football game."
"You remember that?" she whispered, her hand stilling. "Seriously?"
"Trinity, there's not a single thing about you I could ever forget. Now touch yourself, or I'm going to take a long, cold shower, and you won't be invited."
Her pout was so comical I almost laughed.Almost.
Instead, when her fingers started to move on her pretty pussy, I did as I promised, and started to unzip my pants.
There was never a question of whether this should be done here in this kitchen or not. Whether or not someone else might take offense. I paid these bills just like the others, and damn it, I would enjoy my meal right here where I wanted to.
"I've never done this for an audience before," Trinity admitted, her hands stilling on her body.
"You work in a sex club, Trinity," I pointed out, my brows furrowed. "Don't be shy with me now. You had your paintbrush all over my naked ass. Let me see your hands on your own body this time."
I pulled my cock from my pants as motivation, pleased when her eyes widened almost comically. Sure, she'd seen it before, but not hard. Not hard forher.Not dripping precum, in my hands, while she actively turned me on.
I imagined it was a quite different experience.
"Okay, shit, yeah, we're doing this." She slid her fingers up and down her wet slit and groaned, tossing her head back. "It's just like being in a porno. Like being one of the girls in the private show booths. Nothing I haven't seen before."
I watched with fascination as her middle and pointer fingers disappeared inside her dripping core, disappearing to the first knuckle. He wasn't at a good angle to flick her own clit with her thumb, but that didn't seem to stop her. She pumped those fingers in and out of her cunt, moaning as the wet, squelching sounds filled the air between us.
All the while, I stood, fascinated at this wanton display, stroking myself like a teenager in the nineties with his first Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.
"Shit, Trinity," I gasped, gripping the base of my dick as she peeked an eye open and cocked her head to watch me. When she saw what was going on in front of her, those fingers slipped from her hole and moved to her clit, moving in slow, small circles.
"You like to watch, Asher?" she asked quietly. It was like seeing me undone gave her confidence, made her brave. "You like to see me touch myself for your viewing pleasure?"
"I love it," I admitted, inching closer as I stroked down the length of myself again, groaning at the feel. "Wanna be inside you, though."
It just slipped out. I didn't want to admit that weakness to her just yet, but here we were.
She didn't even skip a beat, though.
"You know, I have an implant. So, like, you could be inside me whenever you wanted."
My cock jumped at that idea, but I bit the inside of my cheek and held off the urge to dive dick-first into her waiting heat. "No," I declared, my voice firm but rough. "Not until you make yourself come for me first."
THIRTY
TRINITY
I'd neverin my life shown a man what I do to myself when there's no one around to do it for me. But for Asher, for the chance to have everything I'd ever wanted—or at least one-third of it—I'd do whatever he asked.
So I did. I stuck my fingers inside myself and stroked them in and out, watching his dick throb in his grip at the sight.
