Greedy eyes watched me as I jerked off to her. I felt her. She was with me, and when I was spent, I opened them and found she’d removed her jeans and panties. Dynamo stared like a lioness ready to claw me to death. I dared not move as slender fingers slid between her legs. I wouldn’t give Dynamo orders; this was a massive step. But Christ, I wanted to see that juicy pussy. I bet it was pink, plump, and perfect. As desperate as I was, patience was the name of the game.
Desire flooded my veins again, and I began moving my hand.
Dynamo froze but watched me grow harder. Between her legs, wetness glistened. Dynamo was aroused but didn’t realise it. Slowly her fingers sankbetween her folds, and she started touching herself again. Not once did she close her eyes, but her chest rose and fell faster as her breathing quickened, and I’d never seen a more beautiful sight.
Dynamo was so damn brave. Seconds ticked into minutes as our hands sped up. We held each other’s gazes, mine containing lust while Dynamo’s mixed desperation with desire and then with a muted cry she came. Her expression as she did was pleasure mixed with surprise, and it caused me to cum again. I sank back against the wall as I shot hot ropes into the towel. I’d never cum so hard in my life.
If I ever got inside her, I’d die. That was for sure. Dynamo’s legs squeezed together as she milked her release, and I smirked. This was massive and gave me hope that one day we might actually have intercourse. Dynamo’s eyes shone with happiness for a moment before she sat up and yanked her clothing back into place.
“Mike,” she whispered. Clearly unsure what to say.
I smiled. “That was fuckin’ great. I’ve never come so hard.”
Dynamo’s mouth opened and closed. “I…”
“You were so brave, babe. So damn courageous it humbled me. You gave me a precious gift of your trust,” I murmured as I cleaned up and tucked my cock back into my boxers. Yanking my jeans up, I re-buttoned them and stayed where I was, looking for clues to her feelings.
“You deserve better,” Dynamo muttered.
“What did I tell you about putting yourself down?” Imock-growled, and she looked up, surprised.
“Shut up,” she retorted, and I laughed. There was my feisty woman.
Dynamo
I couldn’t believe I’d done that with Mike. Somehow Mike had created a safe space and made me comfortable enough to expose myself. Nobody had seen me naked since I’d been rescued, and yet, like a cheap whore, I’d just come to Mike jerking off. That was damn hot. So very sexy. The look in Mike’s eyes turned me on, and I finally felt desire. Mike was getting off just from me watching, and that had given me a boost.
The heat between us was immense, but I knew I wasn’t ready to be touched; possibly one day I would be. Mike was letting me handle this on my own, and with that control and poise, I could discover an enjoyment in sex again.
“Mike!” Caleb banged on the door, and I cried out and extended a hand toward it.
There was a thud as I scrambled off the bed, and Mike raised an eyebrow. Chuckling, he opened the door, and I winced as I saw Caleb sitting in a heap on the floor.
“You startled me,” I explained, lowering my arm.
“Mental note made: wear a bell,” Caleb retorted as he stood back up.
“What’s up?” Mike demanded.
“Royal Bastards are on the doorstep,” Caleb said.
What was the time? Damn, three o’clock?
Caleb stomped off, muttering about bells and sirens, as Mike waved for me to precede him. I didn’t pause and headed straight past. Mike was safe to have behind me.
“Jude will have them in the lounge, that way, babe,” Mike pointed, and I turned to a door and entered the room.
“Dynamo!” Warden exclaimed, looking relieved.
“Hey,” I replied, wondering why they were here.
“You’re okay,” Vogue’s expression matched Warden’s.
“Yeah? Something happened?”
“You’re late home,” Warden complained, exchanging a look with Blister and Undertaker.
My eyebrows shot upward. Had Warden just said that? “What?”
