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Abruptly, Patrick released my wrists and propped himself up on one elbow. His hand closed over my neck. His thumb pressed the base of my throat, just enough to let me know he was there.
“Show me how you play with yourself when you're all alone.”
“You do it,” I husked. God, I was blatantly asking for his touch.
“Ladies first.”
“O-o-kay.” Tentatively, I reached between my legs to rub my clit. Pleasure shot through me. And here was Patrick, fully dressed, reclining beside me like this was all for his fucking entertainment, because it was.
“That's a good girl. Now show me how turned on you are. Spread your pussy for me.”
I stared up at him. He nodded once, patiently.
I’d never done this for anyone. Cautiously, I spread my folds open to his gaze. I was soaked, aching, and all it would take was his fingers on my clit. A moan escaped me.
“Hot.” He dropped a kiss on my lips. I strained towards him, my mouth parting. “Get yourself off. Look at me the whole time.”
“I can't do that.”
“I just told you to.” His voice was ice. “Do it.”
“You don’t understand.” My face burned. “It’s hard for me to get off like this.”
“You didn’t have any problem on the phone.” He caressed my throat, pushing on it ever so slightly, and I bucked against my own hand. My finger began moving on my clit again. I couldn’t help it. “You would have done it again if I’d wanted you to.”
“Stop it,” I hissed. “You weren’t in the room,watching, putting all this pressure on me. It takes me forever—”
“I have a lot of patience, Christina.” A sudden pinch on my nipple, sharp and cruel, made me bow toward him. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
“What does that mean?”
“You don’t know?”
I knew.
He’d wanted me since our eyes met at that party in November. As much as I’d wanted him. He’d been wanting me for months.
“Oh God,” I whispered.
He squeezed my neck and let go. Without his touch, a shudder ran through my body. The cold scrape of a zipper announced his fly coming down. In seconds, he was naked. His body was rugged, his cock deep red.
“Please…” I stared at his erection. I’d never wanted a dick this much.
“Wrap your fingers around it. Touch me and yourself at the same time.”
Jesus, he had me doing everything. His cock was hot, silky, filling my hand. I stroked the thick shaft and played with the head, need making me dizzy, wondering how he’d react to a light touch. He watched me through half-closed eyes. My pussy was wet, so fucking wet, burning as I slipped my fingers inside.
Time slowed down.
“Does that feel good?” I whispered.
“Do you need reassurance for every little thing?”
“Stop it,” I snapped, heat flaming my cheeks. My pussy tightened on my fingers. “I’m asking about you.”
“Because you want to hear some praise. I’m hard as fuck, aren’t I? I’m oozing all over your fucking hand, and you know it because you’re rubbing it around. You know this feels good for me. If I don’t like what you’re doing, I’ll tell you.”
“Okay,” I said shakily. Lust swirled between my legs. My knees shook, my hips rose, my fingers frantically sought my clit. “Patrick, please…”
