No, she tried to say.
Then somehow nodded instead.
She let him slip a hand around her waist, like he was about to lift her and fuck against this wall. For one thrilling second it even felt like he might—and then that sudden touch stopped. It came to rest just above the curve of her ass. Hard enough to keep heron her feet, soft enough to be absolutely maddening. She moaned over it, hand tightening reflexively over that soft swollen place between her legs.
And that wasbeforethe words.
“Oh, that’s it. That’s it. Ease that ache.”
“It won’t ease anything; it’s unbearable.”
“Then go a little further, for me. Slide your hand inside your underwear.”
She flushed at the suggestion. But only partly because of how rude it sounded, coming from him. There was another thing she had thought he knew. Only somehow he didn’t, and now she had to explain. “I want to, but... but... ” she said, then froze to hear a sound come out of him. A moan, caught somewhere between horror and desire.
Too close to either tell which one it was for sure.
Yet blistering to her, either way. She actually bucked into her hand.
While he talked, quick and faint.
“Youlikedthat idea. Of going without anything on under your clothes,” he said.
And what could she say? No?
“I didn’t even realize I had done it, until this moment.”
“And now you know; now you can feel your own bare cunt—”
She made a frustrated sound. “It feels unbearable. So terribly sensitive.”
“Oh, I am sure it is. Almost agonizing to touch, I would imagine. Every single thing you do only seems to make it worse. So listen to me, just listen to me—stroke yourself softly, with just the tip of one finger. No pressure at all, simply let it glide over that seam between. Just slow and simple and careful, back andforth, back and forth. Like you’re almost teasing yourself open. Like you’re readying yourself for more,” he said, and oh, how it felt when she listened. The sensation that rolled through her. She couldn’t stop her soft gasp of shock and delight.
Or the way she squirmed in his arms.
And of course, he knew what it meant.
“Oh, does it feel that good?”
“Mmmm-hmm.”
“Then go further for me. Let me hear how wet you are.”
“So wet I can feel it now. I can really feel it, all slippery.”
She could, too. Every time she stroked, that slickness eased the way. It made the contact sing, made her ashamed at the thought of him hearing. Even though hearing made him talk faster, hotter. “But it’ll be better if you just ease down, down, into the swollen seam. If you sink right into that hot, wet cunt. Go on. Go on try for me; let me hear you finger yourself, just like you did for him.”
Who?she thought wildly,who?
But then she realized: his better double.
The one she’d needed, the last time they’d done this.
Yet somehow she didn’t need anymore. She hadn’t thought of that safety net even once, all the way through this utter filth. And she didn’t even want to now. She just did as he had said. She found where her body dipped and rubbed there just a little. Then when it sent a spike of pleasure through her, she couldn’t resist sinking in.
Slowly, half of her wondering if it would hurt.
Only it didn’t; it didn’t at all. It made her twist in his arms, instead, over so intense a sensation.
