Page 174 of Not Another Yesterday
He moves his hand again, just enough to slide one finger into me. I moan, sharp and needy, my hips jerking at the sudden intrusion. He pumps once, then twice, then adds another, curling them to stroke that spot inside me that makes me see stars.
My head falls back onto his shoulder, and he growls into my ear, “You’re doing so good, baby.”
His fingers curl again inside me, slow and deep, and then he pulls back, just enough to make me cry out.
“Ran,” I gasp, hips rolling back into him, frantic. “Please—”
“Not yet,” he murmurs again, lips brushing my ear. “I want to hear it.”
I whimper, shaking with want. “Hear what?”
His hand moves again, that cruel, perfect pressure over my clit resuming—tight, deliberate circles that make my whole body clench with need.
“What do you want, Cat?” he asks, his voice low and wrecked, every word laced with hunger. “You have to tell me.”
I can barely breathe. The words stick in my throat, thick with embarrassment and want and everything else that makes him feel like home and danger all at once.
His fingers pause, just enough to make me whine. I’m so close, so damn close, but he won’t let me reach the peak.
“Use your words, baby,” he says, pressing a kiss behind my ear. “Tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it.”
I swallow hard, too far gone to care about shame. I press back against him, shuddering, desperate.
“I want… I need to come, Ran,” I pant. “Please. I need it. I need you.”
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. Then he’s moving again, his hand between my thighs working me with devastating precision. The other pinches my nipple just enough to send a bolt of lightning through me. “You’re so fucking ready, aren’t you? So wet, so close. Just from my fingers.”
God, why is this so hot?I’m unraveling. I’m fire and need and his.
And when he curls his fingers deep inside me and presses down on my clit in that perfect rhythm, I shatter, moaning his name, my body pulsing and squeezing around him, the orgasm ripping through me so fast and so hard it feels like I’m tearing at the seams.
He holds me through it, his muscular front pressed to my back, whispering praise against my skin as I fall apart in his arms.
“Fuck,” he groans, voice ragged. “I love making you come, baby.”
I glance over my shoulder, my body still slick and sensitive, and catch the hunger in his glossy eyes, the flush high on his cheeks. He’s so turned on, barely holding on.
“You need to be inside me,” I whisper, pushing my hips back, brushing against the solid length of him through his jeans. “Don’t you?”
His answering groan is all primal need.
“Go ahead, sweet boy,” I coo, hinging forward at the hip, hands braced against the wall. “I took what I needed. Now it’s your turn.” I watch him over my shoulder as he makes short work of things. He unbuttons his jeans, then yanks them down just enough to free himself. He fists his cock at the base, the tip glistening. God, it makes me want to run my tongue over it. I know how he tastes, know what it does to him when I pleasure him with my mouth, what it does to me inreturn. I wish I hadn’t waited so long to try it, but I plan on spending the rest of my life catching up.
He grips my hip with his right hand, while he guides himself to my entrance with the other. “Tell me to stop if I’m too rough, okay?” he grits out. Then he thrusts into me in one smooth, brutal motion, burying himself so deep he’s hitting the very edge of me. I gasp, arching into him, my hands bracing against the wall as he begins to move—fast, hard, needy. Every stroke is thick with desperation, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the hallway.
Nope, not too rough. Perfect. “Yeah, Ran,” I cry, “just like that.”
“Jesus, baby,” he growls. “I hope you don’t mind a quick one because I’m not going to last.”
I can feel him losing control, hips stuttering as he drives into me, his breath coming in broken, uneven pants. He’s already close. So close.
I push back into him, loving the helpless sound he makes when I clench around him.
“You gonna come for me, Ran?” I murmur, glancing over my shoulder. “You gonna come for me like a good boy?”
He groans, loud and guttural, and his rhythm breaks.
“God, Cat,” he gasps, “don’t say shit like that unless you want me to… Fuck…”
