Page 191 of Trick or Stalk

I wait, sightless, hoping he’ll touch me.

I shouldn’t want him to. But I do.

His hand slides beneath my sweater and I gasp at the feel of his fingers against my skin. I’m not sure when he pulled off the gloves, but I’m not complaining.

Goosebumps rise in his wake as his fingertips slowly glide over my heated skin.

“You like me touching you, don’t you?” he whispers.

I nod, unable to speak. Not when my mouth is this dry. Not when I’m caught beneath his spell.

Then his hand glides to my cleavage... and over the bra covering my right breast.

A moan slips out as he cups and caresses my breast.

“I’ve waited too long for this,” he murmurs.

His words register, but then he dips his hand inside my bra and pulls my breast out. Cool air hits my skin as he pulls my sweater up, exposing me.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he whispers.

And then he’s pinching my nipple, making me jerk back against him. A dark laugh spills from him, turning me on even more.

He releases my throat, his other hand yanking my other breast free. Then he’s pinching my nipples, making me squirm, before lightly brushing his thumbs over them. He repeats this until I’m grinding against the hardness poking against my ass.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Bet your pussy’s soaked.”

I whimper in response.

And then, he yanks my leggings and panties down to my ankles, my little booties stopping them from going any further.

One hand slides through my folds as he murmurs how wet I am, before moving to my clit, massaging it in circles. Slow and then fast.

I go boneless, slumping against him as he continues pinching and lightly teasing my hard nipple while rubbing my clit.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “You’re making me crazy.”

He lifts me off my feet, and I let out a startled sound.

He sets me down, then bends me over. My hands touch cool glass.

“Stay there or I’ll stop.”

A finger slides inside me, and I moan.

“What are you⁠—”

He sticks another one inside me, cutting off my words.

Then his thumb works my clit while he moves his two fingers in and out of me, and I forget how to talk.

He works me into a frenzy, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Who’s this Hades person?” he growls.

I clamp my lips together, not saying anything.

He works me harder, and my legs begin to shake, the orgasm looming closer.