Page 71 of Light As A Feather
“Do you think it’s something you two can move past?”
“I hope so, but that’s really up to him.” Emotion gathers in his eyes when he looks at me. “I don’t know how to reach this version of him. It’s like he’s intent on pushing me away while inflicting maximum damage.”
“Maybe he just needs time to process.” I try to empathize with how hard it would be to watch someone you love be with someone else. But I’m not just anyone else, and it’s infuriatingall over again. This should be water under the bridge for both of us. I want it to be.
“Maybe,” he sighs and rests his head on my shoulder. “For now, it is what it is. Hopefully, he’ll come around.”
Despite the complexity of my relationship with Jayden, I hate that Thorne is suffering like this. He’s done so much for me. The least I can do is try to make things better between us for Thorne’s sake. He shouldn’t have to feel like he’s being torn in two; it’s not fair. I just need to find the right opportunity to extend an olive branch.
“For now,” he says as he disentangles himself from me. “I’ll take a good distraction.”
“I could probably help with that.” I reach over and toy with the white streak of curls. “What did you have in mind?”
Without warning, he tugs me across his lap, a shrill shriek leaving me in surprise. One arm bands around me while the other finds the hem of my black sundress. The warmth of his large hands is welcome as he slides his palms over the back of my exposed thighs, climbing higher at a leisurely pace.
“I think this will do.” He slides my dress up to my hips. A light breeze blows over my bare ass as he rubs in circles. With slow, methodical movements, he massages my cheeks and thighs, then my lower back. Occasionally, his thumb slides under the waistband of my thong, and my stomach tumbles with anticipation, but he only rubs a hand along my side, then goes back to the soothing motions. With each close encounter, my hips ache to raise, seeking his touch.
This time, when his hand grazes my leg, he slides it between my thighs, gently pushing them apart. I gasp as the breeze blows across my now-exposed damp panties. He groans as he sees the evidence of what he’s doing to me. Pressing the inside of my thigh, he parts my legs a little farther, adjusting his feet to a wider stance so he’s supporting my weight completely.
Involuntarily, I start to shake as he rubs between my legs, just shy of where I really want his touch. Intent on driving me mad, he rubs the outer edge of my lips that peek over the fabric of my panties.
“Thorne,” I plead.
“Yes, baby?” His voice is rough with need as he hardens beneath me, poking into my lower stomach.
“Touch me, please.” I try not to whine, but it’s difficult.
“I am.” The smile is evident in his voice as he teases me.
I turn back to glare at him, but I melt when I see the way all his attention is focused between my legs—eyes heavy with desire, lips parted like he’s ready to lean down and lick me at any moment, fingers digging into my skin greedily. Arousal gushes out of me, soaking my panties further. I can’t decide whether I want to watch him, watch me, or beg him to fuck me. I’ve never felt so empty.
In a slow stroke, he runs his thumb along my center, dipping the fabric inside me. Overcome with pleasure, I moan, my back arching in pursuit of more pressure.
“Patience, my love.” He splits his fingers in a V and drags them over the outer edge of my lips. “You make such a good distraction, I just want to enjoy it.” His finger slips under the center of my thong and drags it to the side of my cheek, where he holds it. “Spread your legs for me a little bit more. Show me how wet you are.”
Adjusting myself, I do as he asks. My hips jerk as he teases circles with his thumb on my upper thigh.
“Fuck, you’re soaked for me,” he says through a groan while the side of his finger presses against me, collecting some of that wetness. Glancing over my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of him over the plump roundness of my ass just as he licks it off his finger. His eyes close, and his head hangs back as he savors it on his tongue and swallows. “So refreshing.” Our gazes meet.“Would you like some?” He repeats the motion, then brings his finger to my lips. I open my mouth without hesitation.
That little taste is dizzying, just like what he’s doing to me; toying with my body at his leisure. It’s perfectly maddening.
“So good,” I groan as his fingers return to my pussy, rubbing everywhere but right where I want him. “But I need more. Please, fuck me.”
Finally, he sinks a finger inside me, the thick ring adding delicious girth, but he doesn’t move it. Unable to resist, I swivel my hips, forcing it deeper inside of me.
“Take what you want, then. Fuck yourself on my dick. Let me see just how badly you need it.”
My legs are unsteady beneath me with how quickly I stand and reach for his black jeans, quickly undoing the belt and buttons. Gathering my dress around my waist, I straddle him, but before I can sit, he grabs my legs.
“Naked.”
Hesitating, I look around. There’s nothing and no one as far as I can see, as to be expected when you live as remotely as we do, but I still hold the fabric tightly. “What if someone comes over?”
“The only one out here to see anything is me, and I want to see every inch of you on full display. Take. It. Off.” Thorne fists his shaft, running his hand along the length in slow strokes that have arousal dripping down my legs.
Pulling the dress over my head, then tugging my thong down my legs and around my feet, I bare myself to him.
“Come on, baby, take what you were begging for. Ride me.” Thorne shifts backward, splaying his palms on the deck. I step toward him, but he holds up his pointer finger and wags it back and forth. “Crawl up the steps to me.”
