I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this close to losing control.
“Do you want me to…um…use my hand?” The uncertainty in her voice just about killed me.
“Whatever you want,” I told her, and meant it. “I’ll show you, if you’re not sure.”
She nodded, biting her lip, and I covered her hand with mine, guiding her. Her skin was soft, and when she wrapped her fist around me, I groaned out loud. She jerked, startled, but I caught her wrist.
“It’s good,” I managed. “You’re doing good. Just slow. Like that.” I moved her hand, showing her the right pressure. She watched, so captivated it made my head spin.
She copied me, and the way her eyes went wide as she felt me throb in her hand—I nearly lost it. My hips jerked up, totally outside my control. I caught her wrist and tried to breathe but the heat in my body was already spiraling out. “You’re so good at this,” I managed, the words coming out hoarse. “You’re making me feel incredible, princess.”
Her lips parted. She looked up at me, all big eyes and raw need, and her hand squeezed a little tighter.
Shit, I almost came right then and there.
She stroked me, slowly at first, watching every movement like she was memorizing it for later. It was the most intense thing I’d ever felt. Her palm was so small, so soft. She bit her lip, curious and shy, and I nearly lost it again.
“You can go a little faster,” I told her, voice rough with how much I wanted it. “Just like that. Squeeze at the top.”
She did and my vision blurred. I wanted to warn her, wanted to say I wouldn’t last, but she was so wrapped up in what she was doing, so completely focused, I couldn’t interrupt.
“Is it supposed to get even harder?” Her voice shook.
I let out a rough laugh. “Yeah, baby, that means you’re doing it right. You’re making Daddy feel so good.”
She squirmed, clearly turned on by the praise, and I reached down and cupped her cheek. “You look so pretty like this. You make me want to lose my mind.”
She blushed but didn’t stop. Her hand moved faster, learning my body, and every time she squeezed, I felt my whole system light up.
It was too much. I'd kept control in every scene I'd ever done, but not this. Not her.
“Lottie, I’m…I’m gonna come,” I warned.
She nodded, biting her lip, eyes huge. “Please.”
God, she wanted it. She wanted me. The thought undid me completely.
I tried to hold back, tried to let her enjoy it, but it was useless. Her thumb brushed over the tip and I exploded with no warning, groaning her name, spilling over her hand and my stomach. She didn’t even flinch, just watched, fascinated, as my body shuddered in her grip.
She looked up, surprised. “It’s warm.”
I almost laughed, too breathless to make a sound. “Yeah, sweetheart. That’s normal.”
She ran her thumb over the mess on my skin, eyes wide, and I caught her hand in mine before I did something idiotic like pull her onto my cock and fuck her until she screamed.
“You okay?” My voice was ragged.
She nodded, so shy but so damn proud of herself. “Did I do good?”
I pulled her up, arms tight around her back, and kissed her so hard she made a tiny squeak. “You were perfect, princess. You were so fucking perfect. I’ve never felt anything like that.”
She melted into me, soft and trusting, and I held her there, letting her heart slow down. For a second, I just wanted to stay like that forever.
Three days later I hated leaving her, but there was no way around it. Lottie was practically vibrating with nerves or excitement, standing in the middle of my living room with both hands wrapped tightly around Mr. Snuggles. The fuzzy socks and new purple hoodie nearly swallowed her, but she looked up at me like she was wearing fuckin’ armor. Lottie had insisted on this new job and there was no way around it.
She'd officially quit Sunny's and emailed her notice accompanied by another doctor's note meaning she didn't have to work it. Marco didn't reply.
“You ready?” I tried to keep it gentle. She nodded, but it was the kind of nod that happened right before a rabbit bolted.
