Page 114 of Show Me How
It’s euphoric watching a man like Shade lose control. To see the break in his controlled expressions and feel the slight tremble in his confident touch. I’m helpless to the words clawing their way up my throat, too desperate to be spoken.
“One last lesson.”
“There’s nothing left to teach you,” he grinds out, eyes flashing.
“Yes there is. And I want you to.”
I push the gun away from me, and he’s quick to take it before I drop it, putting an end to the buzzing. Once it’s set on the cart, I don’t bother taking the gloves off before pinching the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. It falls to the ground as I kick off my heels, letting them join the fabric.
His expression turns pained when he says, “You already know how to have sex.”
“Not in this position, and not the way you’d show me,” I argue, trying not to preen when his focus snags on my breasts. “You’d make it good. Better than I’ve ever had it.”
“Don’t say that shit.” It’s a broken groan. His fingers part me, running through my arousal as he pulls a long breath into his lungs. “I’m not a saint.”
“I don’t want you to be.”
His touch grows more pointed, quicker. I drop a hand to his groin, finally feeling the way he’s responding to me, finding the obvious answer. Closing my eyes, I let pleasure ripple through me and palm his erection harder.
“All you have to say is yes or no,” I add, keeping perfectly still.
The ragged groan that kisses the lace cup of my breast tells me his answer before his mouth finds my collarbone, teeth nipping. “You want something, you can take the tip.Justthe fucking tip, Millie, or I’ll take you too hard, too fast. I’ve got all my piercings in.”
That doesn’t help stifle my desire.
“Just the tip,” I repeat, but it’s thick with a disappointed whine.
The gloves on my hands disappear quickly as I peel them off and drop them on the floor. Staring straight ahead, I’m met with an open view into the street in front of the studio. The blinds for the window are still up, and from this position, it would be obvious to anyone who walked past that I was shirtless. But I don’t think they would be able to see what we were doing past my torso. Not with the back of the chair shielding us.
My pussy pulses in anticipation, dripping down Shade’s fingers as he continues to rub me. He’s teasing me or himself, I’m not sure. But when he fills my aching core with two fingers, it doesn’t matter. I exhale into the small space between us and work the button of his jeans, then the zipper. The moment I can push my hand into his underwear, I’m burying my face in his hair and moaning.
“So hard,” I murmur, stroking him softly as his piercings press against my skin. “For me.”
“Fucking right I’m hard for you, Millie. I’malwayshard.”
His fingertips dig into my side as he brings them to the band of my bra. I arch into his touch, pushing my breasts forward. He leans back against the chair and traces the lace cup with a blunt nail, letting it make a pass over my stiff nipple without stopping. I rock into the slow, stretching movements between my legs, nodding rapidly.
“Tell me what you need, princess. Need to hear you be crystal clear when you tell me that this is what you want,” he orders.
I set my hand on his shoulder, rolling my entire body forward. My thighs part further over his, bringing us close enough I can feel the heat from his cock against me when he slowly removes his fingers. I’m still gripping onto his shaft, refusing to release it as though it belongs to me.
“I need to feel . . . need to feel you inside of me. Even just the tip,” I beg, so far past caring about appearing desperate at this point.
It’s a miracle I can even speak without every word being an unrecognizable whimper.
“Take it, then, but don’t be surprised when it hurts us both to stop.”
The risk doesn’t matter. With a sharp inhale, I guide him toward my entrance and roll my hips. He palms my hip with one hand while bringing the other to my throat, holding me there firmly. He glides through my slit before we connect, the pierced tip bumping my clit repeatedly.
“Shade.” I whine this time, losing myself here.
He forces my head to stay up with his grip on my throat, his dark gaze snaring mine as he pants, “Gonna kill me, baby. Gonna kill me.”
It’s the encouragement I need before I’m notching him where I’m clenching painfully and slowly taking the tip inside. I dig my nails into his shoulder and force myself to stay still. My walls tighten around that initial few inches, making it harder not to sink deeper.
“Need—”
He cuts me off with his lips, kissing me with a savage hunger that betrays how badly he feels the same way that I do. I grab his nape, tugging him away from the chair and closer to me, my thighs burning from keeping myself held in my current position. Still, I don’t pull away.
