Page 16 of Swallow Your Fear
Once it was covered to his liking, he knelt so we were eye level. Keeping his gaze locked on mine, he used his free hand to pull the top of my leggings away from my belly, then stuck his other hand with the vibrator inside. He easily pulled my panties away, situating the toy directly over my clit. Instantly, my body buzzed to life, ecstasy rippling through me. It took every ounce of control to keep the blissful sensation from showing.
He dipped one finger inside me, coating his skin, then removed his hand, leaving the toy in my panties. He let my leggings fling back against my belly, my body flinching slightly as it pulled the vibrator firmer to my clit.
“Open your mouth.”
My lips parted, and he slid his glistening finger inside, pressing it down against mytongue.
“I don’t feel very convinced that I should tell you my name,” he said, hooking his thumb under my chin. “I think you’re doing just fine without it.”
“Please,” I mumbled around his finger, and then I closed my lips around the digit, sucking hard. The flavor of me coated my tongue, and I swallowed as he used his thumb to pull my face closer to his. His other hand drifted down, clicking up the speed on the toy through my leggings, causing electricity to flow through me as my legs strained to keep up.
“You’re fucking soaked. Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
I nodded as a small noise escaped my throat.
“You like this, don’t you? Being on your knees before a stranger, so willing to let me use you.”
I hummed my response as he cupped the vibrator through the fabric of my pants, pressing it harder to my clit.
“If you come, you don’t get my name,” he warned, and I nearly wept at the thought of not letting myself give in to the pleasure that coursed through every inch of my body. “You can wait until I let you, can’t you?”
I blinked rapidly, trying to rein in my impending orgasm. I was almost willing to let myself go, damn his name.
He pressed the button through my leggings again, all while keeping his finger in my mouth, upping the speed.
He shoved his finger deeper, tightening his thumb under my chin. I choked slightly, my eyes watering the smallest bit. With the act, he slowly withdrew his finger, trailing it over my cheekand down my neck.
“What’s the magic word, Brynne?”
“Please,” I panted, my voice desperate, as I could barely hold my orgasm back any longer. “Please tell me your name.”
He could tell I was close, teetering on the edge as I fought to keep it at bay. Just when I thought I couldn’t hold it back any longer, he said, “You can come.”
I dropped the pathetic hold I had on myself and let the pleasure rip through me. I nearly collapsed, thinking I could hold myself up on my own, but then I set a hand out on his shoulder as I dipped my head, and he grabbed my arm to hold me up, keeping me upright on my knees.
I let out a moan, my mouth wide open as I tried to keep my noises quiet. I didn’t know where Austin and Henley were, but it wasn’t like it was a secret what was happening in here.
The vibrator was still stuck to my clit, waves of pleasure rumbling through me as it continued eliciting pleasure, despite the fact that I already came.
I went to take it out, but he grabbed my hand, shaking his head. “I want one more out of you.”
But with his words alone, my hand still gripped in the fabric of his shirt, another wave of pleasure came all on its own. I screamed out, pressing the top of my head to his chest as he let me use him for support while my second orgasm ripped through me. With my vibrator alone, I’d never had such a powerful feeling ripple through my entire body, and I didn’t know if I could take any more.
I tried to swallow through my heavy breathing, and he brought a hand up to my hair, resting it on my neck. “Take it out.”
I released one of my hands from him, slipping it into my pants to pull the toy out. The entire vibrator was soaked in my cum, my body shaking from release. I turned it off, setting it on the ground as I caught my breath. Once I was composed enough, I pulled away from him.
He gave me one last look, and I almost hated the softness that appeared for the first time since I’d met him.
He stood, moving to grab his coffee mug from the counter. I stayed on the floor, looking up at him expectantly.
After a long sip, he stared out the window, almost like I wasn’t there. But then, when I thought he wouldn’t say a word, he muttered, “Booker.”
And left.
Chapter 9
Brynne
