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Tonight there was vulnerability in her eyes. An emotion that in the less than a year I’d known her I’d never seen before. Grace Nolan was strong, determined, and in control of herself and her decisions. If she truly didn’t want this, she’d already be out the door.
Her hand came up and she tried to place it at the back of my head so she could pull me in for a kiss, but I stepped back. She’d already had those lips wrapped around my cock in the change room but now it was my turn, because if she got anywhere near my cock I knew I couldn’t be responsible for my actions. And those actions would most likely lead to me thrusting inside her sweet pussy and trying to relive the moment I had cataloged as the best sex of my life.
“Put your hands back where they were.” My command filtered out of my mouth in a voice I’d never heard before.
She looked up at me, confusion filling those eyes that never failed to disarm me. But she did as she was told, returning her hands to the edge of the table, clamping her fingers around the wood.
“No touching.”
Realization washed across her face and it flared to life in her eyes, sparkling up at me with excitement. I saw it in her nipples where they’d puckered and now protruded against the white fabric of her shirt.
Without care, I swiped my hand behind her on the table. The components of the swag bags falling with crashes and thuds to the floor.
Fuck, yeah. We were going to do this. Right on this table.
She rarely wore pants, which made it even harder to keep my hands off her when she always provided such easy access to the parts of her body I wanted to get to know a lot better, and a lot more often.
So tonight was no exception when I placed my hands on the outside of her thighs, pulling the fabric up her body until I made my way to her center. With every inch closer, she whimpered. When I pressed my knee between her legs, she didn’t hesitate to use it, slipping her ass off the table until her core rested against me. She ground her body along my thigh, heavy moans and gasps seeping out of her mouth as I kissed my way up and down her neck.
When her head fell back, I knew she was close to getting herself off.
She began a steady motion along my jeans, the sheer nylons making it easier for her to slide up and down my leg.
I had always thought that rules were meant to be broken, which was why I’d never given myself any. But now that I had, the need to break them into a million pieces nagged at me. Maybe that’s why Max had been so successful. Why he was so happy. Despite having a good time, he gave himself limits. And now look at his life.
I had thought it would be easy to resist women for a while. But I knew this was more than just something I wanted. Somehow, I needed it. Needed her, and the connection between us. To my surprise, it was the only silver lining to the darkness I felt like I was sinking into.
Grace
I was rubbing myself against Ben like a madwoman. Like I had no other goal in life than to get off by using his leg to take me there.
And that’s exactly what I was going to do, because it was better than looking into his eyes. It was better than trying to pretend that he didn’t affect me, more than just sexually.
Ben wasn’t looking for anything more than sex between us. He lived perfectly in the moment, the past and the future somehow irrelevant when we were together. I had tried to fight my attraction, but no matter how much I distanced myself, no matter how hard I tried to be Jade, it was futile. I felt different when Ben looked at me. I felt whole, like somehow I’d been sewn together and was experiencing life for the very first time.
He bit my neck and my head fell back on a moan.
“Is that you begging for an orgasm?” He pulled his leg away just a tiny bit, and it forced me to lower my body, searching out the hardness of his thigh.
The lower I got, the more my hands and arms supported the weight of my body, but there was no way I was moving my hands from the damn table, thus ruining my chance for an orgasm.
“Is that what you want?” My words came out on a pant and I had to stifle a whimper. “For me to beg?”
“Maybe I do.” He teased me with his leg, pressing it up then pulling it away. “Maybe I just want to feel you fall apart in my arms. Maybe…I need you to take it from me because I promised myself I wouldn’t give it to you.”
“Then give me back your leg.” My heart thudded inside my chest and I knew that when this was all said and done, I’d have a permanent line etched across my palms from gripping the table so hard.
Hopefully I can avoid a permanent etch on my damn heart, too.
“I can’t do it alone.” My head shook of its own volition. “Not again.”
“Then take it.” He gave me his leg and I set to work.
At some point he’d leaned forward, hovering over me, kissing my neck and chest, my jaw, then finally my lips. But I was too focused on getting off.
Being in control of my own orgasm had always been my favorite way—and usually the only way—to find release. But this was different. Right now I wanted to give myself over to my pleasure. To him. To forget every other sexual moment in my history and start brand new.
I relinquished all coherent thought and canted my hips, letting my body take over.
