Page 23 of Mr. Hook-up

“My back is arching off the bed as my fingers crawl down.”

My thumb swiped over my mushroom head, switching to my palm, rounding across it. “That tells me the anticipation is getting to you.”

“Yesss.”

“Are you still pulling your nipple?”

“I haven’t stopped.”

“Good. Don’t.” I went to the center of my shaft before dropping to my sack. “In fact, I want you to flick it. Hard. And then rub it with your palm to ease the sting.”

“Oh!”

“Another thing you like ...”

“Yes.”

“Quick bursts of pain ... They can do so much.”

She gasped.

The sound caused me to stop. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve reached the spot.”

“And?”

“I’m dripping.”

“Yes!” I smiled. “Now, using the pads of your fingers, add a small bit of pressure to your clit. Don’t go lower. I want you right there, at the top, the same place I sucked, and I want you gently rubbing it sideways—back and forth, like it’s my tongue.”

“Oh God.”

“Are you getting wetter?”

“Mm-hmm.”She went silent. “My legs are spreading ... The sides of my knees are resting on the bed.”

The back of my head hit the headboard. Again. And again. “You’re ready for me ...”

“Why can’t you be here?”

That tone.

That neediness.

I couldn’t get enough.

“If I could, I’d be there in a second.” All that whining, that wanting, had earned her a finger. “Keep your thumb on your clit and turn the rest of your hand so you can circle yourself with your fingers. Don’t finger yourself, I just want you teasing that area.”

“I’m”—she pulled in air—“soaking.”

I wanted to see that again.

I wanted to taste it.

I wanted to swallow it down my throat.

“How easy would it be for you to slip in a finger?”

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