Page 13 of Worth Loving You

“I’m…s-s-sorry, I didn’t mean…t-to.”

Holding my stare, his other hand took the corner of the cloth and gradually pulled it off his erection. Unable to stop myself, I looked down, my jaw falling. Nice, long, and decently thick, the head shiny, the side sporting a short vein that seemed to pulsate.

“You want to touch my dick, Chazzy?” he wheezed, tugging my hand toward it.

Frantic, my heart on the verge of exploding, I shook my head. “It was an accident.”

“Touch it.”

“No!”

He yanked when I tried to struggle against him, and I stumbled into the side of the bench.

“I said touch it!” he seethed, rising to an elbow. Sneering, his expression dark and ominous, I was too afraid not to obey. He suddenly looked vicious and evil.

My teeth rattling, my trembling fingers wrapped around him, but didn’t do anything else.

His brows furrowed, his jaw flexing. “Well, are you going to stand there all day and look at me, or are you going to jack me off?”

My brain refused to answer that question. I had no idea what I wanted to do!

His fingers curled over mine and forced my fist up and down. His lids rounded slightly, his chin lifting a tad. To my horror, when he let go, I kept pumping.

He closed his lids with a sigh and laid back down, his hands at his sides. “Nice, that feels good.”

My brows arched. He liked it? I was bringing him pleasure? Thinking about some of the techniques I’d seen in adult movies, I tested my confidence and squeezed a little harder.

He pulled in a sharp inhale, arching his back slightly.

What the hell was I doing? This was so illegal. I could lose my license if anyone found out what I was doing. Also, what the hell was I doing! I wasn’t this type of person. This was a fit, rich, gorgeous man, and he wanted me to sexually touch him? This was craziness!

Still, my other palm laid on his inner thigh, my fingers grazing his balls as I sped up, finding just as much pleasure as he seemed to be.

His wrist twisted, his fingers shoving between my thighs. I gasped, a hot wave washing over me. No one had ever touched me there before, so I was jolted, not sure how to process the sensations attacking my senses.

“Goddammit,” he grumbled, sitting up. Knocking my arms aside, he looked pissed off as he hastily shoved my pants down. “This is why I don’t like what you’re wearing. I can’t fucking feel you.”

Another gasp caught in my throat, my lids rounding. Those weren’t accidental touches the other day. This wasn’t just a moment he was getting caught up in. He planned this.

Dropping to the table once more, he tugged my hand back to his cock, his fingers caressing the inside of my thighs.

“You’re so soft, Chazzy,” he muttered, exploring my skin.

Mortified with what was happening, I tucked my chin to my shoulder and clenched my lids, too afraid to look at him. My confidence shaken now that I was standing in front of a man with my pants and underwear around my knees, my movements were erratic and awkward.

What the hell was I supposed to do? Did I say something? Did I want this? Was it too late to stop?

His hand traveled upward, and he touched the outside of my pussy. Shrieking, I froze, my fingers gripping his dick like a vise.

“Oh, shit, that feels good.” His hips thrust, forcing my hand to stroke his length. “Ah!” he hissed, his free hand clutching the edge of the table.

Suddenly, his fingers were touching me. Adrenaline throbbing in my veins, my jaw fell, and I jerked, having no idea what to do. My body was inexperienced, but I couldn’t tell him that! He would stop.

Well, there was my answer. Apparently, I did not want to end this. I wanted more.

He withdrew his hand, licked his fingers, and pushed them between my thighs again, wiggling his middle between the lips. The second he touched my clit, something inside exploded.

I threw my head back and cried out, trembling violently. My palms slapped to him, one on his abdomen, the other his knee. No longer in control of myself, my hips rocked against him, my spine curling. My chin bowed, my hair fell around my face, my teeth gritted together as I experienced my very first sexual touch.