Page 100 of Bridesmaid for Hire
When he lifts up, his eyes fall to my breast and he waits for me, ready to watch. And in all my experiences with men, this has never been one of them. It feels so raw, yet…erotic.
Naughty.
And I fall right into the role.
I puff my chest up and with my eyes locked on his, I run my finger over my areola, drawing circles and letting the sensation control the buzzing inside of me.
“That’s it,” he says, his eyes never leaving me. He’s in this moment, wanting to see exactly what I can do.
After a few more circles, I flick my nipple with my finger, loving how hard it is already.
“Fuck, that’s it, Maggie.” In tandem with my touch, he moves his fingers up and down my abdomen. The heady combination of what I’m doing and what he’s doing has my legs spreading wider, and a light breeze brushes past my clit.
I’ve never come from nipple play, let alone my own nipple play, but oh my God, I could see it happening.
Because what we’re doing might seem so simple, but it’s creating this tingling vibration that pulses through my body.I’m turned on, to the hilt.
I’m there.
I’m ready.
If he moves his hand over my clit, I’m gone.
“Pinch your nipple, Maggie.”
I roll my teeth over my lip and with two fingers, I pinch my nipple. I’m so turned on that a moan falls past my lips. Louder than I expected.
“So fucking hot,” he says as he swipes his hand across my ribs, down my stomach, and right above where I need him most.
“Yes, touch me,” I say, my voice so desperate that I don’t even recognize it.
But he doesn’t. He brings his hand back up in a pre-planned circle of arousal that continues to tease me.
I love it.
But I hate it.
It feels so good.
But it’s not what I want.
I wantrelease.
I want this throbbing between my legs to stop.
I want to scream his name as I come.
Instead, he blissfully tortures me.
Over and over again until I’m so frustrated that I grip his hand and attempt to move it between my legs, but he’s stronger than me.
“Brody, you’re making me so wet. I need release.”
“Good, you’re right where I want you then.” He releases me and I nearly cry out in frustration, but then he moves his large body over mine.
Thank God.
Yes, please, let me tear down your briefs.
