Slow Play (The Rules #3)(84)

Slowly, she curls her fingers in until only her index finger is extended, and she begins to search. To tease. She runs her finger up and down, through her folds, over her clit, then back down to—aw, f*ck—plunge it inside her body. She does it again. And again. The same pattern. Search, circle clit, insert, pull out, then start all over.

I’m fascinated. I can’t tear my eyes away from the spot where she’s touching herself. She gives up on the pattern and focuses on her clit, rubbing it, her eyes opening to check if I’m still watching her.

Fuck yeah, I am. I can’t stop.

“Is this really what you do when you’re alone?” I ask, surprised I can actually string words into a complete sentence. My cock feels like it’s going to explode and I tear off the condom, wanting to stroke myself uninhibited.

Her gaze drops to my hand on my dick, those pretty eyes glazing over with lust. “Sometimes.”

My imagination just filled up with all sorts of possibilities. “What else do you do?”

“Promise you won’t laugh?” Her gaze still hasn’t strayed from my hand stroking my cock.

“I would never laugh at you, angel. I hope you realize that.” I bite off a groan when she licks her lips. What I would give to have that mouth on me.

“Sometimes I use…a vibrator.”

My hand goes still. “You have one?”

She nods. “I got it as a gag gift a few years ago.”

“And you use it.”

“Well…yeah.” Her cheeks go pink.

“And you like it.”

A silent nod is my answer.

“Is it a big one or one of those tiny bullet looking things?” I’ve never used one on a girl in my life. But I have watched the entire Sex and the City series so I think I’m fairly well versed in vibrators, dildos and other various sex toys. “Don’t tell me you got a rabbit vibrator.”

“No!” Her face is on fire now. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

“Baby, you are the only woman I want to have this conversation with.” And that is the damn truth. I can’t imagine talking about vibrators with anyone else. That we can pause in what we were doing—and it was pretty f*cking hot—to start joking around about vibrators. I love that about us.

“When was the last time you used your vibrator?” I ask when she doesn’t say anything.

“It’s been weeks,” she admits.

“Did you use it after we met?”

A reluctant nod.

“Did you use it and think of me?”

No response at all.

I let go of my cock and reach out to place my hand over hers, the heat from her * warming my skin. “Did you, Ali?”

She sighs. “Fine. Yes. I did.”

Grinning, I remove her hand and replace it with my own, letting my fingers sink into her warm, wet depths. “What did you think about?”

“The night you kissed me in my room and Steven interrupted us,” she confesses. “I imagined what would’ve happened if he never knocked on my door.”

“Oh, I can tell you exactly what would’ve happened.” It’s my turn to search her folds, to insert my index finger inside her body, then add another finger. She moans when I start to f*ck her, her hips moving, her eyes falling shut. She’s so f*cking responsive.

“Tell me,” she whispers.

His thick fingers move in and out of my body and oh my God, I’m close to coming already. Making me forget all the shitty things he said, which is a good thing. A very good thing.

Now I can concentrate on how good he makes me feel.

“We would’ve kissed for a long time,” he murmurs, removing his fingers from my body so he can readjust his position. I immediately miss their presence but tell myself we have the rest of the night. He’s always good for a couple of orgasms.

Always.

He lies next to me, nestled up close, his hand returning to my *, his thumb rubbing my clit. “Kissing is what we do best, don’t you think?” he asks.

To prove his point, he takes my mouth in a tongue filled, passionate kiss that ends much too soon. But at least he keeps talking.

“I would’ve slowly taken off your clothes and discovered you wear the sexiest underwear I’ve ever seen. After getting myself under control, I would stroke you everywhere, get you nice and wet for me.”

I grow wetter just hearing him say that.

“I’d suck your nipples deep into my mouth all while I was fingering your * until you were squirming and begging for more.”

I start to squirm when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. His words, his actions are making me hot. And wet. His thumb slides around my clit with ease and that sweet, familiar ache starts to build. I sink my hands into his hair, holding him close.

“That would’ve been the first time you pushed your fingers into my hair because I’ve noticed you do that a lot. Pull on it too,” he observes, his mouth moving against my breast, his breath hot as it blows across my sensitive nipple. “I don’t mind though. I actually like it.”

I give his hair a tug for good measure.

“I probably would’ve gone down on you. And found out you have the sweetest * in the world. Nothing has ever tasted better.”

“Please,” I mumble sarcastically, because I can’t help myself. He has to be kidding.