Page 14 of Librarian & the Rockstar

"Rock against me, Loralei. Use me for your pleasure," I order her, my thumb rolling against her clit. "Let me watch you, baby."

She whimpers, her cheeks turning pink like she's shy or embarrassed, but one palm lands against my chest, giving her leverage. She moves tentatively at first, rocking into my touch, grinding against my cock.

She's stunning below me, her body rolling, her eyes dilated, her lips parted. I think I could watch her like this forever and find some new little detail to focus on—like the way she bites her lip to try to stifle her moans, or the way her eyes roll wildly every time the head of my cock presses against her hole through our clothes. Or the way she whimpers endlessly, like she can't stop the sounds of pleasure I eke out of her.

"Just like that," I croon. "Christ, I fucked my fist in the shower, thinking about you, and you still have me so hard, I'm ready to explode right here and now, Loralei."

"Do it," she begs, her nails digging into my chest. "L-let me see."

Fucking hell. This woman is going to be the death of me.

"You want to watch me come?"

"Yes. Please."

"So fucking polite," I chuckle through a groan. "Take my cock out, then."

She doesn't even hesitate before reaching for the waistband of my sweats. I'm not sure either of us breathes as she lifts slightly before tugging them down, freeing my cock. The hard bastard immediately springs free, all hard and angry.

"Ash," she breathes, stroking one shaking finger down my shaft. "You're beautiful."

I groan, throwing my head back. And then she touches me again, her thumb swirling around the head.

I growl, leaning back slightly so my cock falls from her perfect hand. "If you want me to come for you, you have to come for me first, Loralei. That's the rule," I say, spreading her wide. My thumb presses against her clit, my finger circling her perfect hole. "You going to make a mess in those sweats for me?"

"Y-yes," she pants, rocking against my hand again. "I'm so close, Ash."

I groan, pressing two fingers inside her. She's so tight around them, her inner muscles already clamping down. "Jesus, beautiful. You're going to make me work to get in here, aren't you?"

"I…I…" A tiny flare of panic dances through her gaze, there and gone so quickly I might have thought I imagined it, except I know damn well I didn't.

She isn't ready for this to go any further.

"You don't owe me anything," I promise, meeting her gaze. "If this is the only piece of you I get, I'll die happy, Loralei."

She bites her lip and then nods, relaxing beneath me again.

I wait until I'm certain she knows I mean it, and then I curl my fingers up. "Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel it."

"Ash!" One hand clamps down on my wrist, her eyes going wide. "Ash, I…"

"Let me have it, beautiful," I whisper again, stroking her G-spot. "Come all over my hand like a good girl."

She chokes on my name, her body arching. Her inner muscles clamp down, and then she's shattering, her juices soaking my fingers. I work her through it, my eyes locked on the way pleasure chases pleasure across her face.

She's so fucking hot.

I wring every last quiver from her body before slipping my hand from her pants. My fist wraps around my cock, my grip tight as I use her juices to jerk myself off.

She whines my name, her gaze locked on the sight of my hand on my cock, of her juices smearing across it.

It doesn't take long to get me there, not with her beneath me, looking like a dream. Not with her juices all over me and her smell permeating the room.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," I grunt, my balls drawing up.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and then she shocks the hell out of me by yanking her sweats down slightly. "Right here," she whispers, her fingertips brushing across her pussy. "Do it right here."

I lose it at the sight of her bare mound and wet, puffy pussy lips. At the sound of her begging me to come on her—to mark her.