Glitch (Next Level #1)(18)

Swear to fuck, my eyes roll back in ecstasy. Two words. Two fucking words are all it takes for me to lose my composure. The butterflies in my belly are now a fireball of tight need coiling inside me. I keep my eyes closed and clutch my throat. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Glitch brackets his hands on the wall by my head. His mouth rubs against the shell of my ear again, making my nipples harden into tight peaks. “Take your dress off for me and show me what I’ve been missing out on.”

I hesitate.

“Four,” he counts, nuzzling my neck. “Want to make it five?”

I don’t move.

“Five it is.” Glitch places a gentle kiss on my neck—the polar opposite of the spankings I’m earning by disobeying his commands.

“You want it off, do it yourself.”

“Six,” he counts, even as he gathers the fabric, bunching it inch by inch in his hands. He cocks a brow and focuses on rucking my dress higher and higher. Fuck counting, he can spank me till I can’t sit for all I care. I just don’t ever want this to stop. He tugs the dress over my head and now sees I don’t have on panties.

He bunches my dress into his hands and brings a specific—and suspiciously wet—spot up to his nose and inhales. “Fuuuuck, Ara.” He tosses the dress to the floor and steps back, appreciating the view.

I’m so glad I wore a good push-up bra today.

There’s a massive bulge in his jeans, which further spurs my confidence.

“You look good enough to eat.”

I feel hot everywhere his gaze lingers. “Well, you still haven’t had dinner.”

He runs his thumb across his bottom lip and keeps staring at me.

It starts to make me second guess myself. “Not what you thought?” I’ve gained some weight lately. Not that he knows that.

“No.” He rubs his chin. “So much better.”

I release a shaky breath.

“Now where were we?” Glitch backs away and drops down on the edge of my bed. Tilting his head, he stares at every inch of my body. Finally, his gaze lifts to my eyes, and he pats his lap. “Come here, Kitty.”

Kitty. He’s called me Kitty twice now. I love it so much I could squeal. Instead, I stand there, uncertain of which direction to sit.

Glitch makes the decision for me by turning me so my back is pressed against his chest. It’s the best angle, I soon realize, for his mouth to be close to my ear again. His velvet voice is intoxicating when he growls. That’s it. That’s all he does. Growls. And my lust cranks up ten more notches.

It’s starting to feel like a sauna in here.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you for so long, Ara.” His hands drift up my thighs, ribs, then he leans back to run his fingertips along my spine.

The clasp in my bra springs open. I tug the damn thing off and toss it across the room.

“Exquisite.” He palms my tits with his hot hands. I want him to pinch my nipples, but I can’t bring myself to say it.

When he skates his hands down my torso, I shudder. Everything feels hot and cold at the same time. I can’t believe we’re here, doing this.

Glitch gathers my hair in his hands and winds it around his palm like a rope. He doesn’t pull, just… holds it. “Is there anything I should stay clear of doing to you, Ara?”

Fuuuuck. “I don’t think so.” I’ll let him do anything he wants. My brain can’t wrap around a hard line, and I swear it’s because I’ve already put my all my trust in him that he’d never hurt me. I’m an adventurous girl, and there are a ton of things I still haven’t tried but want to. The prospect of doing any of those things with Glitch makes my pussy clench with need.

“Are there any places on your body that are off limits?”

My heart clashes into my ribs. “No.” I mean it. “But I have one condition.”

He nuzzles against my neck and gently bites the spot above my shoulder that drives me wild. “Only one?”

“Mmm hmm.” My head falls back on his shoulder. I already feel like I’m in another dimension with his hands all over me like this.

“You better tell me before I start… which is in about two more seconds.” He pinches my nipples and I groan, shoving harder into his chest.

“Kitty.” I start panting. “I want you to keep calling me Kitty.”

His rumbling groan is one-thousand percent primal in response to my demand.

Game on.





Chapter 10


Glitch



RIP me. I swear I’ve died and gone to some fantastical realm where all my wildest fantasies keep coming true.

I feel a little exposed. I’ve called her Kitty twice tonight, both of which were slip ups. The fact that she loves it makes me feel some kind of way about the audio recordings I’ve made. Is this Karma? If so, Karma loves me.

She’s straddling my thigh, her back to my chest, head leaning on my shoulder. In one fell swoop, this woman became putty in my hands. She trusts me. And though I’m eager to accept the fact that she thinks she has no boundaries, I’m not about to go too fast and prove otherwise. I want to explore Ara. Learn her body. Memorize every squeak, whimper, groan, and sound she makes.

I want her to come so many times, she can’t speak.

I want her to fucking glitch.