Page 57 of Concealed

Jesus.

“When’s the last time you had a hand job?” she asks with a smile in her voice.

“Uh, that I didn’t give to myself?”

She giggles at my confusion, and it’s the sweetest sound. All I want is for her to be happy and relaxed, because if there’s one thing sex is supposed to be, it’s fun.

I want to erase any painful memories from her past and replace them with new experiences that make her toes curl.

One day, I’m going to kiss everywhere she’s been hurt and do everything in my power to heal her heart, body, and mind.

“Yeah. Like a hand job by choice when you could have had something… more.”

“I was going to say high school, but I guess I didn’t have a choice for more back then. Despite all the begging in the backseat of my car.” There’s her laugh again. “So… never.”

No matter what time of day it was in LA, the beats of the city always found their way into my condo – sirens, horns, and airplanes were the soundtrack of my home life.

But Sunnyville is quiet, and no sounds from the street penetrate our fortress. It’s just our steady breathing and my racing heart.

“I’m choosing for you today,” she says.

“You mean, you’re not going to let me touch that sweet pussy?” I complain. “You’re not going to let me lick your clit until you’re shaking, and then bury myself inside you while you’re still riding the waves?

“You won’t let me kiss your neck and make your legs vibrate on my sides because you’re feeling too much at once? Fuck, I want that pussy squeezing my cock when you come so many times you lose count. But you’re saying no? Please say it isn’t so.”

“Wyatt,” she moans, and my words must have had the desired effect.

She’s squirming on my legs, and the heat of her sears my skin. Even if she won’t let herself have me, it’s gratifying to know that she wants me just as badly as I want her.

“I can resort to begging if it would–” My words die on a groan, because Rebecca has stopped teasing my abs, and her fingertips caress my cock instead.

Her hand wraps tightly around the base, and she leans down so her warm, wet mouth is only inches from the tip. With her gaze on mine, she spits on it, and then uses the wetness to stroke the head between the thumb and index finger of her free hand.

“Mmm, okay,” I agree, tilting my hips to give her better access. “You’re the boss.”

Her eyes stay locked between my legs, but she isn’t avoiding eye contact this time. It’s a heady sensation, not an uncomfortable one. She just likes what she sees, and I’m fully okay with her appreciating whatever part of my anatomy she’s into.

Keeping up the same gentle pressure with her two fingers, she strokes slowly up and down my length. She pauses at the top of every upstroke to rub circles around the head of my cock, her thumb vibrating along the hard ridge and adding kindling to the fire in my core.

“So good, babe,” I groan.

Liquid heat spreads from my dick to my toes and then to my fingertips, creating a slow burn of desire and eagerness that hasn’t existed inside me for years.

Rebecca is right – usually, you just get to the main events when you’re allowed to have them. Other than a few cursory gropes before getting down to business, a woman hasn’t taken her time working my dick with her hands in ages.

“Have you jerked off thinking about me?” Rebecca’s voice is like smoke, and she’s rocking slowly against my thigh, whimpering ever so softly at the teasing friction she’s getting from my leg muscles.

“Fuck yes. You rule my spank bank, babe.”

She must approve of that answer because she stops the fingertip torture that has me twitching uncontrollably, and grips me with her fist instead. She strokes a little faster, though still not giving me the pressure I crave.

“You’re not going to break it, babe,” I tease, but in reality, there’s nothing funny about the emotion her touch and proximity brew inside me.

I’m gasping for breath, already desperate for the orgasm just out of reach, and the girl has barely touched me. It’s possible I’ll simply die from pleasure if she ever lets me fuck her.

It would be worth it though.

“Oh, no?” Rebecca purrs. “So, you mean, I could do this?”

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