Page 66 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
My hand remains tight around her wrist. Jordan makes no attempt to free herself. Of course she doesn’t. This is what she wants, my hands on her. Where did all this sexual confidence come from? A few days ago, she was embarrassed over me reading a sex scene to her. Perhaps this is the effect we have over each other. She makes me want to do the dirtiest things to her that I’ve never felt the urge to do to other women.
When I make no further advancement, Jordan smirks. “You looked into my bedroom window while I was touching myself. The possibility of you seeing me is what made me come. I think you’ve given me a kink for being watched. Being watched byyou, that is. You wanted me obsessed with you? You got your wish, Daxton.”
Jordan attempts to retrieve her wrist from my grasp, but my grip tightens. My voice turns into a guttural command I don’t recognize. “Show me.”
She gasps and her cheeks flush pink. “What?”
“Show me how you touched yourself.”
Her chest rises faster. I don’t know what’s gotten into me but I can’t stop. No fucking or kissing. Technically, no rules are being broken.
She won’t do it, I tell myself. Jordan may have developed a kink for being watched. She may be coming on to me right now. But having the confidence to act out the kink is an entirely different situation. If she hasn’t seen a man jerk off before me, chances are she’s never touched herself in front of a man and is too embarrassed to share such a raw display. Maybe this is exactly what I want—to call her bluff and send her straight to her bedroom.
This time when Jordan draws back from me, I let go of her wrist. My eyes follow her movements, unsure of what’s to come next. She holds my gaze with her own, her breath heavy and her cheeks pink. Jordan stands idle for so long that I’m convinced she’s about to fold and retreat to her bedroom, but then she lies on the couch and slowly pulls one side of her dress up her thigh. Her hand disappears beneath the fabric.
My cock presses painfully against my zipper, begging for release. I need to walk away right now. I can’t let this thing between us go any further until I’ve revealed my identity.
But then Jordan moans. Her neck arches; all the while, she’s never taken her eyes off me. My mind tells me to leave, yet I’m welded to the floor.
My voice is more gravelly than before as I send out my next command; I don’t even recognize myself. “I saidshowme. Lift your dress all the way.”
She does, revealing her hand buried beneath a black thong.
“Take the thong off too.”
My cock aches so fucking bad when the thin straps slide down her legs and I see her wet pussy. I can’t look away from how perfect it is.
“You were right, Jordan. Iwasthinking about you in the shower that night. I’ve jerked off so many times while thinking about you.”
She whimpers at my confession and returns her fingers between her legs, rubbing small circles over her clit.
Temptation gets the best of me and Ihaveto get closer to Jordan, even if I can’t touch her. I won’t touch her.
Iwon’t.
I step up to the couch and lean over Jordan, resting my hands on the arm and back rest. She gazes up at me with those half-lidded eyes again, full of desire. I never could have imagined this side of Jordan existed. Of all the things we spoke about on Secret Santa, intimate details about sex were never shared. I always thought she would be vanilla. A sweet girl in the bedroom. Even when I learned who Jordan is, I never expected this from her. She’s elegant in her day-to-day life, yet a little slut for me behind closed doors and I love it.
“You only touch your clit?” I ask, needing a full picture of how Jordan likes to get herself off.
“No,” she moans, arching her back. Her free hand moves up to her chest and she rubs her breast through the fabric of her dress. What I would give to have her completely naked right now. “I wanted to know how you fuck. So, I rode my hand and pretended you were inside me.”
I watch as one finger disappears inside Jordan’s entrance. Her body arches higher off the couch, her back bowing. I am in absolute pain watching Jordan like this and not able to have her. She slips another finger inside. I can’t tear my eyes away, watching her pussy grip her fingers as they move faster.
My hand twitches, desperately wanting to take over. “Jordan, you don’t know what you do to me.”
“Please, Daxton. Let me feel you inside of me.”
“When you beg like that…” I dig my nails into the couch, holding back from taking her. “Add another finger.”
“I can’t. It’s too tight.”
Fuck.
Her words only aggravate me more, making my cock throb with the need to feel how tight she is.
No matter how much my brain tells me to stop this moment, I need to see her come.Iwant to be the one who makes her come, but that will only complicate everything more. So, I give her some excuse as to why I won’t touch her tonight.
“I don’t share my women with anyone, even if it’s only emotionally.”
