Page 111 of LA Reign

“Except for what?”

“I want you.”

“You’re killing me here, princesa. I want you too, but I’m not fucking you while you’ve got a fractured rib. Now, go back to sleep before you make me even harder than I already am.”

“You don’t have to fuck me,” I whisper. “But you could do other things, couldn’t you? Your mouth seems okay. And one of my hands is working perfectly.”

He sucks in a breath. “Stop it.”

“Alex,” I plead. “I need you. I mean it. Don’t leave me like this.”

“Alana,” he groans.

“Please?”

He sighs, his warm breath dancing across my neck, making me shiver. “If I make you come, will you promise to tell me to stop if anything starts to hurt?”

“Yes,” I pant. At this stage I’ll promise anything.

“And then you’ll go back to sleep?”

“Yes. After I’ve reciprocated, obviously.”

“No reciprocation necessary. I’ll be just fine,” he growls. “Now, if we’re going to do this, you’ll have to lie still. You let me do the work. And you only come when I tell you to.”

“Okay,” I whisper. It’s kind of hot, actually, being told to lie still. To just let him take charge.

His hand slides over my abdomen until he reaches the hem of my tank top. Then he moves it up until he has access to my panties. His fingers sneak beneath the band, and he pushes his hand inside the soft cotton, palming my pussy before slipping his fingers through my wet folds and over my clit. I groan loudly and instinctively take a deep breath.

“Oow,” I whine, then silently admonish myself. He’s going to stop if I’m not more careful.

“Relax,” he whispers in my ear. “I’ve had broken ribs before. I know it’s hard, but try and steady your breathing. I’ll take it slow.”

I nod and focus on taking steady, regular breaths.

“You ready?” he growls.

“Yes.”

His fingers start to circle my clit, softly and slowly, with just the right amount of perfect pressure. He nuzzles my neck as he lazily teases me with his fingers and I feel a wet heat searing between my legs. He’s watching me while he does it, a sexy smile lurking on his lips as he sees my reactions to his touch.

“This is fucking torturous,” he growls in my ear. “I can smell your delicious cum from here, and I’m desperate to bury my face in your pussy right now.”

“Then do it,” I gasp, his words causing another rush of heat.

“You honestly think you’d be able to keep still if I get my mouth on you?” he chuckles. “You’d be grinding that hot little coño on my face, and I wouldn’t be able to stop you.”

I close my eyes as I try not to move, but I want to arch my back and press my hips into his fingers. It’s a huge effort not to, so I suppose he’s right.

He must sense my frustration. “You want my fingers inside you?” he breathes, his hips pressing against me lightly, but enough that I can feel his rock-hard erection.

“Yes,” I say, desperately.

He slides through my slick folds until he is at my opening. “Breathe,” he whispers right before he pushes two fingers inside me.

I groan again, but this time my pleasure far outweighs the pain, and I manage not to cry out loudly. At least not because it hurts.

He pumps his fingers slowly in and out as he sweeps the pad of his thumb over my clit. I hear his own breathing becoming faster as he presses his groin against me and rubs his cock gently against my hip.