Page 10 of Valentine Masquerade
“You can’t do this,” she replies, but her words hold no conviction as she unconsciously moves against my finger, which slides up and down her slit.
“Your cunt says otherwise,” I retort as I slip my finger just inside her entrance. “Now, this is called just the tip, otherwise known as shallowing, and one day I’ll show you what that is with my cock. But for now, I’ll show you. Just. Like. This.”
I watch her reflection in the window, her lips parted, her eyes squeezed closed, as her head comes to rest against my shoulder.
Adding a second finger, I keep them just inside her opening, using light, deliberate movements. Oh, it would be so easy to thrust all the way inside, and I will soon, but for now this is all about sensation and anticipation. A slow, gentle approach. The fact she’s so wet makes it effortless, her natural juice the perfect amount of lube.
Then I press the pad of my thumb against her clit.
Her moan echoes like perfect surround sound before she bites down on her lip.
“Nah, uh,” I say, pausing my movements. “I want to hear you, little rabbit.”
She gives the tiniest of nods, her teeth releasing her lip.
The pad of my thumb presses in slow circular movements against her nub, as my fingers rock back and forth just inside her entrance.
She pulls her hands from the soapy water, her fingers clutching the edge of the sink.
“Tell me you like this, that you love the way I’m touching you,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.
Her chest rises and falls as I continue my slow, torturous movements, my own cock leaking with pre-cum in anticipation.
“I shouldn’t,” she says, barely audible. “But I do, I love it,” she concedes.
Fuck, her admission has me wanting to bend her over and claim her cunt right here, right fucking now. But when I take her properly, it will be with my brother there too. She is as much his as she is mine, and the first time will be together.
She surprises the fuck out of me when she reaches back, trying to get in the space between us, her hand seeking out my aching cock.
Her hand is still wet, but I’m unable to deny her. I pull back just enough, her wet fingers brushing over the head of my cock through my joggers, and now it’s my turn to moan out loud.
But what slays me is when she wraps her delicate fingers around my shaft and slowly begins to pump up and down. There’s not much space between us, and her movements, like mine, aren’t rushed, but fuck me if she isn’t topping from the bottom.
“Fuck, you feel better than I ever imagined,” I tell her, needing her to hear the truth in my words before this spell is broken and she comes to her senses. “Are you close?” I whisper.
Because she’s barely touched me, and I’m about to fucking lose it.
“Y-yes,” she replies on a ragged breath.
“Then don’t hold back. Let go and come for me, Ari. Show me what a good girl you are.”
Chapter 6
Ari
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
What is even happening right now?
I mean, I know what’s happening, I’ve had sex before, fooled around, but this, with Hunter in the light of day, is dangerous. And yet my protest is feeble at best.
“I will if you come too,” I say, not even recognising myself right now. This is, after all, the other half of Satan’s duo. Between him and Harrison, they’ve been absolute arseholes to me. But with my impending orgasm, I really couldn’t give a shit, as long as I get to come on his fingers.
The way he’s touching me, even though he’s barely inside my entrance, along with the slow, circular motions of the pad of his thumb against my clit, is exhilarating.
Every nerve ending is sparking to life, ready to free-fall.
He groans into my neck as my hand becomes a little more jerky. It’s an awkward angle, but I meant it when I said I wanted him to come with me.
