Page 57 of Between Desire and Denial
“You know the difference?”
“Just because I don’t indulge in the app doesn’t mean I don’t know how to use it.”
She sighed and wiggled away from me. “Fine. Be honest, okay?”
“Nope.” I gripped her thigh and held her close. “You show mewhileI touch you.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” My voice was low and in command.
“This is a bad idea,” she warned but I wouldn’t agree now. She’d been sleeping against me every night for a fucking week, and I couldn’t handle it anymore.
“Why? If a man isn’t getting you as excited as I am, you shouldn’t be indulging him anyway. I’m just giving you an example.” I took my time dragging my hand up her leg before I pulled it around my waist so I could sit between her legs.
I touched a drop of arousal that dripped from her and dragged it up against her clit. She hissed and I chuckled. “I wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks right now. So ready for me.”
She took a shaky breath. “Dimitri,” she moaned, and her eyes were finally on me, all warm chocolate lit with a hungry fire that I wanted to see.
“Go on.” I tilted my head toward her phone. “Show me a guy.”
“I don’t care about that right now.” She rolled her hips to get more friction on her clit, and I gave her what she wanted, pressing my thumb against the swollen bundle now. I saw how her nipples puckered under her shirt, and she bit her lip probably to stop from begging for more.
“I do.” I cared that she was looking elsewhere when I only wanted her to look to me for everything. I pulled my hand away and lifted an eyebrow. “If you want to come, you’re going to be a good girl and listen. Can you?”
She narrowed those pretty eyes at me before she swore under her breath. “Fine.” She pressed a few buttons on her phone and turned it toward me as I slid a finger into her and rolled my thumb over her clit to the left. “Left.”
“Jesus,” she murmured as her thumb swiped across the screen. I kept my rolling motion on her clit as she showed me more.
“Left, Olive. Left again. Left,” I repeated as her hips rode my hand, her arousal now dripping down it. “Please tell me we’re going to get something better than this.”
“Some of them are nice,” she said breathlessly. I hummed and leaned down to suck her clit into my mouth. My tongue pressed into that sensitive spot, and I got to taste how sweet she was.
All for me.
“You don’t want nice, Olive. You want this. Me making you come and telling you none of those guys can take care of your pussy like this. You know that.”
“I do,” she whimpered. “Please. Please.”
Her hips moved faster now. I knew what she wanted, but I needed to make her work for it, show her how it felt to have me every time. Not only once or twice. Because we weren’t just friends indulging. I was involved. I was obsessed. She’d become the investment I wouldn’t walk away from, not this town. “That’s it. So sweet that you’ll beg me to give you that orgasm. Show me another match.”
“Dimitri.” She whined my name now, but she held up another.
“No picture with him.”
“I don’t know.” She was past caring.
“Well, maybe he’s the one. You matched with him otherwise.” I slowed the pace at which I was pumping into her sex, but I slid two fingers in now. “Tell me about him.”
“I don’t know. I don’t know, I don’t know.” Her legs shook, and her clit glistened with the movement. I wanted her in my mouth again, but I had to make it clear.
“What’s so good about him?”
“He’s tall. He’s got the same interests. He’s my age. I don’t know why the app likes him.”
I hummed. “Swipe right then. Let’s see.”
She swiped right fast and then threw her phone down and screamed as I pinched her clit hard. “You think he’s going to make you feel this?” If she had answered yes, I probably would have brought her to the brink all night.
