Page 67 of Prey Tell
“So fucking wet,” he mutters, bending down so that he’s hovering over me. His face is right above mine, his right hand next to my head as his left hand works me closer and closer. He shifts his hips against my spread thighs.
Is that—
He moves again, telling me that it is his thick erection against my leg.
I squeeze my eyes shut. This is… too much. Knowing he’s turned on—how I must look right now, needy and shameless…
He removes his fingers, sliding them up and down my slit. My eyes snap open, and he’s smirking.
“Do you know how hard it is not to feast on your cunt right now, Parker? I’ve been waitingyearsto taste you.”
I keen as he inserts both fingers again, rocking my hips against him. I reach up and grab the top of his shirt. He sucks in a shaky breath as I touch the front of his neck, the skin hot beneath my fingertips. The muscles in his neck jump at the contact. I softly brush them against his skin again, feeling his cock twitch against my calf. I lower my hand down to the seam of his jeans.
“Parker,” he growls in warning, working his hand faster.
“Let me touch you,” I beg. “I’ve been waiting for years, too.”
The words leave my mouth before I realize I’m saying them, but I’m too worked up to care about how they come across. Hemustknow by now how long I’ve had feelings for him. He’d be stupid not to see. Something passes across his features, softening them slightly. Some kind of understanding. He nods once as my fingers graze up his shirt, his neck, running over his throat, the stubble on his jaw, the sharp lines of his cheekbones. He closes his eyes briefly.
“More,” I beg. “Please, sir. I need more.”
His eyes snap open, looking down at me. “This is the part where you trust me to give you what you need, Parker. I know you’re used to trusting that big brain that got you here. But right now? Let me take over. I’m not the kind of man to dole out scraps, letting you take what you need, making you work for your pleasure without a second thought. I. Will. Give. It. To. You.”
His words slam through me as he removes his fingers again, sliding them up and down my slit.He’s right.I trust him. And I know he won’t let me down. For the first time in my life, I let go completely, leaving my pleasure in his hands fully. He slides his calloused fingers up my slit again, and I moan, adjusting my hips so that I get the friction I need.He’s right.I’ve never gotten this close with someone else. He moves subtly, but I find myself pinned beneath him, unable to move any more. After giving me a wicked smile, darkened eyes gleaming, he inserts both fingers again—and then he uses his thumb to circle my clit.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he grits out. “Don’t you think I know what you need to get you off? Tell me, are you worried about coming now, Juliet? Because the way your pussy is squeezing my fingers, I’d think you were”—he flicks my clit hard—“Almost there.”
I go mindless. My muscles go taut suddenly—like I’m careening off the side of a road unexpectedly and quickly.
“Oh, god,” I mewl, feeling everything pulling, pulling, pulling down between my thighs, coiling tightly—
“What I wouldn’t give to sink my cock into your tight cunt right now,” he says through clenched teeth.
He’s enjoying this—
It’s the last thought I have before he skims over my clit again, and something sparks inside of me. I’m seconds away—
“Please,” I whimper, feeling my hips jerk uncontrollably. The word slips between my lips. I’d done the research. I knew I needed to ask to come during a scene. Still, it’s too much—it’s all too much. “Please, sir, can I come?”
“Come for me, Juliet. Let me be the first.”
His words cause my whole body to shiver. Everything releases. The muscles that had contracted in my pelvis begin to quiver, and my orgasm explodes through me, shattering every cell, every nerve ending. I buck against him as the blinding ecstasy sends white-hot flashes of pleasure through me, my heat gripping his fingers tightly as I convulse and writhe on the table. I hear him growl as he moves his fingers slowly inside of me, extending my orgasm for several more seconds.Stars.I see stars. My eyes are squeezed shut as the last of it leaves my body, and I sag down into the table.
When I open my eyes, I see Chase stand up and place those same two fingers into his mouth. Sucking gently, he smirks at me as he watches my reaction.
“You did well, Juliet,” he murmurs. “Are you okay?” I vaguely register him rolling his sleeves down—his cue that the scene is over. Something cold slices through me. Not disappointment—but something else. Like all the warmth is suddenly gone.
“I—yeah—um—”
He chuckles, reaching down for my hand. I wince when I sit up, and he pulls my body to his, procuring my robe and wrapping it around me. I didn’t realize how cold I was. I feel dazed. Limp. Like I have the chills. Shivering, he tightens my robe and takes my hand, walking us both to his bedroom.
“What did you eat for lunch?” he asks, directing me to one side of his bed.
Oh, fuck.
“I—um—forgot to eat,” I admit. Maybe that’s why I feel so terrible?
His blue eyes cut to mine. “Youforgotto eat?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous.
