Love Me (WITSEC #3)(42)

“I felt you laugh.”

I bit my lip, but as I stared at him, I cracked, and I started laughing.

Smiling, Keelan’s eyes dropped to my chest. “I take it back. You can laugh as much as you want.”

I threw my arms over my shaking breasts.

He pouted like a child who’d gotten his favorite toy taken away.

Rolling my eyes, I leaned forward and kissed him. “I love all of you, too. Even your obsession with my boobs.”

He kissed me back and things quickly went from sweet and tender to hot and aching.

“You have two options,” he said. “We can take this to the bedroom and there, I’ll make love to you. Or I’ll fuck you on this chair, and though I’ll do it with love, it will be filthy, and it will be rough.”

Smiling, I answered with, “I’ve never had sex on a chair.”

He smiled back. “Stand up.”

I climbed off his lap, and he wasted no time unbuttoning my jean shorts. He pulled them, along with my underwear, down my legs slowly, revealing my sex to himself like a present. He sure stared at it as if it was a gift he always wanted.

I helped him out of his shirt, careful of his shoulder as I did. Lifting his hips, he shimmied out of his pants and boxers. Our clothes littered the floor around us.

I stood in front of him and let him stare at me. “What are you thinking about?” I asked.

“All the things I want to do to you.”

“What things?”

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

I nodded and stepped toward him, intending to climb onto his lap.

He caught me by my hips. “Turn around.”

I did, giving him my back. Guiding me by my hips, he pulled me into his lap, my wet core landing right on top of his hard length. He groaned, grinding his shaft against me. “Already soaked for me.” His hands glided over the tops of my thighs until he reached my knees. “Open your legs.” I let him spread me open wide. “Lie back.”

As soon as I rested my head on his good shoulder, his hands began running all over me—my stomach, my ribs, along my sternum between my breasts. He guided my arms over my head and around his neck, then ran the backs of his hands along the undersides of my upper arms and down the sides of my breasts. He touched me everywhere but the places I wanted him to touch me most.

“Look at you,” he said. With me lying against him, he had a direct view down the front of my body.

His fingers began to draw circles on my stomach, moving lower and lower before veering off toward my thigh.

Squirming, I begged, “Touch me.”

He chuckled as he ran one finger across my pelvis, inches from where I was pulsing, to the top of my other thigh. “So impatient.”

“You’re teasing me. Why?”

His lips trailed along my neck, his tongue tasting my skin as he did. “Because I love watching you squirm for me.” His fingers did agonizingly slow swirls back toward my center of my pelvis. “Because I want your pussy aching for me.”

My hips bucked when his fingers stopped centimeters above my pulsing clit.

I felt his lips stretch into a smile against my jaw. “Because I love it when you beg for me.”

“Please, please touch me,” I begged, giving him what he wanted and hoping in return he’d give me what I wanted.

“Good girl,” he whispered, and his fingers dove between my legs.

My body arched as he found my clit. He rubbed it gently and slowly. The worst combination when it came to that little spot.

“More, Keelan,” I breathed.

His other hand went to one of my breasts and began tweaking the sensitive peak of my nipple between a thumb and finger.

That wasn’t exactly what I wanted more of, and he knew it, too.

Then the pressure and movement disappeared from my clit as his fingers stopped moving.

I let out a frustrated growl and my hand shot down on top of his. With my fingers guiding his, I added the pressure and movement needed.

His chest bounced beneath me as he laughed silently. “You going to show me how it’s done, baby?” His husky voice filled my ear.

“I wouldn’t have to if you would stop teasing me.”

He sucked the lobe of my ear between his teeth before he whispered, “Then show me how you make yourself come.” He moved our hands, swapping their places, and now his were on top of mine, guiding my fingers to my clit. “Show me.”

I gave myself a heartbeat to let what he was asking sink in before I began working my clit in the way I knew how to get myself off.

“That’s it,” he encouraged as his fingers left mine and moved lower. He plunged two fingers inside of me, making my breath hitch. He curled his fingers inside me, and he began rubbing a spot that made my legs squeeze around his. An intense and warm pressure built—one that I wasn’t used to feeling when trying to find release.

“Keelan, what—”

“Don’t stop. Keep rubbing that little clit and relax,” he ordered as he dropped his other hand from my breast to wrap his arm around my ribcage, holding me to him.

I didn’t understand why he’d done that until his fingers inside picked up speed. I cried out and my hips bucked up. I wanted to get away and beg him not to stop at the same time. Through the delirium, I remembered the arm he had around me was his hurt one and I forced my body to settle as I felt the peak coming. The moment I reached it, the most intense and wonderful contractions rippled inside of me at the same time I felt a gush of wetness hit my inner thighs.