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“You feeling good from petting yourself?” He puts the barest amount of pressure on my hand to mimic the movements I’ve been doing, but more firmly. He makes me cup myself, but it’s likehimcupping between my legs. “You like teasing yourself to the edge?”
Rolling my lips between my teeth, I nod. A hot flush spreads over my body, leaving my skin sensitive when he leans down to breathe over my throat. His lips barely brush where my collar bone peeks out from the neckline of my shirt.
“Keep going.” His low order against my skin makes me shudder. “I want to see you come, Tate.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He lets me take the lead again and I continue rubbing myself in the way I like, circling my clit. I sink my teeth into my lip and choke on a sound of pleasure. In the dark of the blindfold, every one of my nerve endings sings, my whole body hyper aware of the orgasm building.
“Fuck, you must be wet. I feel it on my knuckles,” Cooper rumbles.
Arousal thrums through me, pulsing in my clit. I’ve played with myself plenty of times, but this is unlike anything I’ve felt before. Even in my hottest masturbation session, I’ve never been dripping like this.
It’s still my own touch, but he’s controlling it. Somehow, it makes it ten times hotter. I don’t know when he’ll interrupt me, reminding me I’m not alone, that he’s watching, that this is for him as much as it’s for me. I can’t see anything, but I imagine the way he’s looking at me while he makes me touch myself.
“Goddamn, baby. Put your fingers inside. I need you to fuck yourself with them so I can feel more.” His grip flexes and he nudges our joined hands lower. “I want you grinding against your hand.”
A moan tears free before I can smother it.
Swallowing, I do as he says. My fingers glide through my folds from how slick I am. It takes nothing to push one inside. I gasp, clenching around it. He curses and encourages me to move by tightening his hold on my hand and making me thrust deeper. I let him, too turned on by the idea of him fingering me with my own fingers.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Cooper rasps. “Look at you. So sexy, baby.”
My free hand scrabbles for something to hold on to while my core turns into liquid heat. I grab the leg of his bed right as Cooper presses the heel of my hand against my clit.
“Can you take another finger?”
Whimpering, I nod. He must bend over again, because I feel the grin he presses against my throat.
“Good girl. Do it.”
When I obey, he hums next to my ear, flicking his tongue out to taste it. I shudder as pleasure ripples through me like an echo chamber from every sensation I’m experiencing without my sense of sight.
“That’s it.”
Everything is hazy in my mind, all of my focus consumed by how good this is. I feel free.
I won’t last much longer. My legs tremble with each roll of my hips as I do exactly as Cooper directed, grinding into my hand while I finger myself. His breaths fan over my neck. I picture him alternating between watching intently as our joined hands move inside my panties and leaving torturous, sultry kisses along my neck and jaw.
“You ready to come?”
My nod is driven by urgency as my movements quicken. “Close.”
“Yeah? You teetering right on that edge? Bet it won’t take much more to tip over. It’ll feel so good, T. So good.” He nibbles on my ear, tracing the shell of my lobe with his tongue. A rough groan from him makes me gasp. “God, I wish it was my cock inside you right now instead of your fingers, but you look so fucking hot about to come.”
His dirty talk does it, along with the way he presses down on my hand at the precise moment to shatter me. The ripple of pleasure bursts out from my center in a wave of ecstasy. I moan as he takes over for me, keeping my fingers going.
“That’s it. Good girl, making yourself come,” he rumbles against my throat.
I float in the aftermath of my orgasm, barely aware of the light kiss Cooper places on my cheek as he pulls our hands free. I slide my legs together, humming at the little aftershocks tingling across my skin.
He brings my hand to his mouth and closes his lips around them, sucking. I gasp, struggling into a seated position. I still can’t see, but I feel his tongue winding around my knuckles, mapping every inch.
“What are you doing?” I breathe.
“Tasting you,” Cooper mutters before putting his mouth back on me.
My cheeks prickle with a flush. It’s so obscene and dirty, but that’s what makes it even hotter.
