Page 46 of Fight For Her
That lip bite, fuck, it was hot. I forced my eyes away from her face and held my breath waiting for a response.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m so full. I’ll probably knock right out.”
I picked up some of the containers and stuck them back into the plastic bags before making my way to the door. “Coby?” she asked as I was about to leave.
I leaned against the doorframe and turned to face her sure she was about to ask me to stay. “Get some rest.”
“Will do.” The tiny amount of hope I had sank to the bottom of my gut like a weight.
Out in the hallway, I could hear Mike’s aunt and uncle scurrying around the lobby over the rattling of the walls. They must have come through with a few camping-style lanterns right after we lost power since the way to my room was lit by flickering light. I still clenched my jaw the whole few feet back to my room.
After finding the candles in my own room and getting cleaned up, I stayed in bed for what felt like hours replaying every small detail of the day from waking up in Kendahl’s room to the conversation with Aiden to the massage. Shit, I shouldn’t think of the sounds she made on that table, not with her being rooms away.
With the way she comforted me tonight followed by the fucking passion afterward and the way she wasn’t afraid to grind into me and take what she wanted, I’d have to jack off or there was no way I’d get any sleep.
I slid my hand into my boxer briefs, trying to imagine the way Kendahl would do it and how her hand would feel as it wrapped around my cock. Would she be firm and give me a squeeze? I gripped myself at the base and pulled my tight grip all the way up my shaft picturing her soft hand instead of my own. Would she slide her fingertips over my head first and feel how I dripped for her.
Fuck yeah.
She’d glide over my tip, spreading my pre-cum with her perfect fingers. “Shit,” I hissed a breath. “Yes, baby you feel so so…” I pulled my hand away. “You’d feel a hell of a lot better if you weren’t my own damn hand.”
I rolled to my side. I was sick of jacking off. It didn’t even take the edge off anymore. There was too much shit swirling its way around in my messed-up head that it would take more than images in my mind to get me to where I needed to be. The conversation about my dad, along with every other twist and turn the day brought kept replaying on a loop. I was shocked I’d told her as much as I did.
I rolled out of bed and paced the threadbare rug, letting my eyes focus on the candles dancing flame. I’d text her, but she’d said her phone was dying.
Fuck it.
I didn’t want the night to end the way it did, awkward and quiet. That wasn’t us. We teased and joked. She sassed me like a brat, and I gave it back like a dickhead. We didn’t do polite. If I really wanted her, I couldn’t lie back and do nothing.
Chapter 23
Coby
Istaredattheurchin placard, overthinking the situation and the fact that I was associating freaking urchins with feeling turned on. There wasn’t enough therapy in the world to address that issue.
I figured I’d try her door. If it was locked, I’d turn back. The last thing I wanted to do was wake her after our exhausting day. I turned the handle, expecting the door to be locked, but it wasn’t. As much as that made me want to scold her, another part of me breathed a sigh of relief.I pushed it open an inch. Going in guns blazing wasn’t a great idea. We were all already on edge. I held my breath, listening.
Those sounds.I knew those sounds. I inched the door open a bit more and stuck my head inside, feeling like a Peeping Tom, but I needed to know.
I was right. Buzzing and small whimpers…my girl was making herself come. Fuck. I was so turned on that I wasn’t sure I could trust myself not to pounce on her like a man on death row. But I was glued to the spot, unable to turn around and leave.
Unmistakable bed squeaking noises broke me out of my thoughts, and I acted on instinct. I pushed the door open and walked inside, confident that she’d either scream at me or be happy to see me. There was no middle ground in this situation. I caught her mid moan and took her in before she realized I was there. She was lying on top of the covers still wearing that loose shirt, but it was hiked up revealing the taut skin of her stomach. Her legs were bent at the knee and spread wide, giving me a perfect view of her glistening pussy. I watched her rub that little rose toy in rhythmic circles, bucking her hips with each pass.
I wet my lips, wanting to devour her whole. I must’ve let a noise slip out because she stopped abruptly and snapped her legs shut.
“Don’t stop on my account.”
“Why’d you come back?” she asked, breathless.
“You know why.” She looked up at me, and her blue eyes filled with heat. Since she wasn’t telling me to get the fuck out, I assumed the opposite was true. Time to do what I did best. “Spread those legs and finish what you started. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours.” I walked over to the lounge chair and pulled it so it faced the bed. She looked like a goddess by the flickering candlelight, and I wanted to take in every detail. Her breathing picked up as she slowly let her thighs drop apart. “Good girl. Now take off your shirt. I want to see those tight little nipples.”
She yanked it off like it was burning her skin. With her bared to me I could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the way she squirmed against the bed needing release. She slid her palm over her abdomen to cup her breast. “Look at those hard nipples. Do you want to pinch and flick them until you’re soaking that blanket?”
She closed her eyes and said, “Yes. I want to.”
“Show me.” My hungry gaze watched her writhe against the bed with each pass over her hard peaks. My cock was straining against my sweats so hard I thought I might explode. But I wasn’t a fucking punk ass kid. I could keep my dick in my pants. “You’re perfect. How bad do you want to come, beautiful?”
She answered with a low moan.
