Page 82 of Cursed Waters

With the way she’d said my voice sometimes called to her, maybe he had.

“I knew stacking was the way to go,” I groaned, silently cursing myself for not pulling her on top of me last night.

Claira’s head popped up with a sudden gasp. “Oh! Your ribs.” She tried to roll away, but I pulled her right back.

“Oh, no you don’t.” A light chuckle vibrated my chest as I dug my fingers into her hips, anchoring us together. “It’s too late to run away now.”

I could just see the corner of her lips curl in the darkness. “Fine, I won’t leave. But let me just—” Her hips started wiggling, and I gritted back a groan. She slid through my fingers like a slippery fish, so I set my arms behind me, propping my head up to watch the blankets fall away as she worked her way down my body.

Then her hands rested on the metallic mechanism of my pants, and my eyebrows rose with interest. “What are you—?”

“Shhh.” She shot a finger up to her lips, and I locked my mouth shut.Okay, I’ll play. “I’ve been wondering about something,” she said lightly, an uncharacteristically mischievous tone in her voice.

Time seemed to stop as her fingers toyed with the metal. Then the flat of a palm landed on the outline of my dick through my pants, and I could no longer hold back a groan.

“Quiet, Lee,” she shushed, increasing the pressure of her palm.

Was she trying to torture me?

My cock stirred. I didn’t hate that thought.

Cold air hit me as the top of my pants opened, and I sucked in a breath, readying myself for her approval.

Then her shoulders jolted, and her head started shaking. Like she was silently laughing.

“What is it?” I said, a bit too loudly. My eyes flicked from her face to the open flaps of my pants, wondering what it was she saw that was so funny.

Had she seen something she didn’t like?

I flexed my dick against her palm, just to remind her how badly my body ached for her, and she jerked her hand away, startled.

“Sorry, it’s just…” Her lips pulled into a smile as she gestured to my abdomen.

“Justwhat?”

“Shhh.” A finger pressed against my mouth, and I kissed it, moving my lips down to her palm, her wrist, as far as my neck could reach. I needed to know what it was she saw. What it was about me that displeased her.

“It’s just—You’re not wearing any underwear.”

I leaned my head back, confused. “Underwhat?”

She snorted, her eyes twinkling with humor even in the darkness. “Exactly.”

Something warm slipped in my pants, and I nearly choked on my tongue as her hand closed a tight fist around my dick.

“I hope this is okay,” she said cautiously, her voice dropping so low it was barely more than a breath.

I wanted to tell her she could do whatever she wanted to me. To consider every part of me hers. But her hand slid down my length, and all I could manage was a low, guttural moan for more.

Fingertips skimmed me. Caressing, cupping, exploring. Finding sensitive areas I didn’t even know existed. Her sweet lips pinched in concentration as her other hand joined in.

“Claira,” I groaned, every muscle in my legs going taut. She pressed a finger to her lips as a reminder and flashed a sweet smile. “What are you—?”

Her head dipped, and my hips jolted as her soft lips drew around me, welcoming me into her hot mouth.

Holy fuck.

And then she sank further, drawing me closer to her throat, and it was like nothing I’d ever felt. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, her tongue moved, and my throat mewled out a noise I didn’t even know it could make. Claira must have liked what she heard, because her tongue started sliding, caressing, massaging the underside of my cock from inside her mouth like she was trying to coax the sound out of me again. I choked back a groan, stuffing my knuckles into my mouth to keep from waking the entire compound.

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