Page 6 of Power Move
“Get me off. Use your hand to show me you’re worth my time.”
I didn’t talk like this—not to anyone. I’d rarely been in control with my ex. She’d liked to manage the situation as the dominant one. Sometimes, I liked to lose myself in moments like this—to not have to do the work. However, amanasking mehow he could get me off was a novelty. Maybe if cybersecurity didn’t work out, I could become a dominatrix?
Davey slid his finger over my clit, tormenting me. I threw my head back, banging against the metal divider. His eyes—trained on me—yearned for some sort of sign I liked this. I kissed him again, desperate to keep going. He read this as a green light. I greedily pressed his hand to my pussy with force. I needed this release.
“You want more?” He asked.
“I want you to get me off. You better fucking get me off,” I growled.
“Yes ma’am,” Davey said.
He freed my breast from my dress with one hand and adeptly ran his fingers over my nipple. With his other, he brought me closer to release, thrusting two fingers inside, then three as I panted harder. I expected a half-hearted attempt to find my G-spot, not this long-fingered adeptness. With each slow move in, he slowly hit my G-spot, making my legs quake. I shuddered. His palm and thumb slapped against my clit, adding to it.
It wasn’t that a man never made me cum. It was that a man never made me cum hard like I was about to. It normally took ages to get me to this very point. I moaned louder, gripping his arm tight. I braced, my clit and G-spot now so swollen, I couldn’t fight it. I felt a familiar fullness—one that usually took weeks for any partner—then came all over his hand.
My body shuddered, and I screamed. “Fuck! Yes! Oh, shit!”
I knew we werenotin private and everyone around fucking hated us. I also knew that was the best orgasm I’d had in years. While a series of unfortunate events recently complicated my life, Davey reminded me I was still a sexual being for a hot minute.
“Did you just…” Davey stared at his hand. “Really?”
Is he actually angry right now?
“You’ve never made a woman squirt before?” I asked, annoyed.
“I have!” Davey protested, “but not like… this.”
“Are you angry?—”
“No, I’m… I’m surprised. You are fucking wild, Eva.”
Someone banged the door.
“Calm the fuck down!” I shouted before gesturing to Davey, “Can you please hand me some toilet paper.”
“Oh, yeah. Fuck! Sorry.”
He wasrattled. Had I just scarred this poor man with a healthy orgasm? Just when I was about to give up, he surprised me by almost lovingly working to mop up my wetness from between my legs. He wiped his hand and tossed it all.
“You good?” Davey asked.
“Great, thanks.”
Another person banged the door. I left first, annoyed. Davey followed. One man in line whooped at him like he was a fucking God. Meanwhile, I felt all-powerful knowing I’d gotten the better shake, torturing him without returning the favor. I rode high on the ownership of my orgasm.
“What are we going to do?” I asked as we approached the others.
Callie leaned on Jace’s shoulder, totally inebriated. The others were nowhere to be found. Jace shot me a look likereally?I should have felt embarrassed, but why? Men celebrated Davey’s ability to make me scream. I’d made him do that—I’d been in utter control.
“The others are dancing,” Jace said. “This one needs to go back to the hotel and sleep it off.”
“Do you want to stay to herd cats?” I asked.
“I can,” Jace said.
I sensed they would rather stay with the annoying straight ladies than deal with Callie O’Malley puking.
“I can help,” Davey said.
