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“You’re so pretty like this, Winnie,” I tell her, licking my lips. “With your tits begging for my touch and your pussy eager for attention. Are you going to be a good girl and touch yourself for me now?”
CHAPTER 30
WINNIE
Myfingersslowly drift along my inner thigh as I get the nerve to do what Archer tells me to. I want to—I’m already so turned on just by the possessive way he watches me. But anytime I’ve ever got myself off, it’s been alone in my room with the sheet pulled over me—and more often than not, with some kind of toy. I don’t ever just use my fingers. I’m not used to it, and I’m certainly not used to the idea of someone watching me.
But god…what other reactions can I get from him if my fingers slipped between my legs? If he watched me slide a finger inside myself. I want to watch him come and it be because of me. Because of this, I inch my hand higher and higher until it barely skirts along my clit.
“That’s it,” he rasps. His voice is deep and rough, sounding way too hot for me to keep control of myself.
I hold my hand right at the edge, not touching myself quite yet. I know in teasing him, I’m also teasing myself, but I love it. The hand not between my legs reaches up and palms my breast. He’d stared so hungrily at my breasts earlier I’m wondering if watching me play with them will drive him even more mad.
“What about this?” I ask, pinching my nipple.
A crease appears on his forehead as he frowns. I wonder if it’s taking everything in him to stay on the other side of theshower. His body seems tense, his muscles taut as he continues to stroke up and down his length.
“Is that what you like?” he asks, watching me closely. “Do you like having your nipples played with while being fucked?”
“Last time I checked, I’m not getting fucked right now.” I don’t bother to hide the disappointed tone in my voice. He could easily come across the shower and be inside me in an instant. I’d let him, but I’m not the one who made a rule that I had to trust him for us to be able to have sex.
I’d been ready the moment his lips met mine at the gym, and I’ve thought about it many times since.
“You’re going to fuck that pretty pussy with your fingers. That’s still getting fucked, baby.”
My eyelids flutter closed because his words send a rush of need throughout my entire body. I love how filthy he is. He’s being so vocal about what’s going through his head, and it’s only fueling my desire. He’s always so businesslike, keeping his cards close to his chest. Right now, it feels like he’s letting me into his mind, and I think being in his mind might be one of the sexiest things ever.
When I open my eyes again, Archer’s watching me, looking between my thighs like if he stared long enough, he could hold my hand for me to do as he demands. Lucky for him—and me—I don’t tease any longer.
I circle my clit, my hips slightly bucking off the tile because it feels far better than I was expecting. I know it’s only because of the way he watches me with pure need. That mixed with watching him stroke himself is one of the hottest moments of my life.
“It’s sexy as hell to watch you play with your clit, but I want more. Fill yourself, Winnie. Use two fingers and imagine it as my cock.”
“You’re a lot thicker than two of my fingers.” I do as I’m told, slowly coaxing two fingers inside me. My bodyshakes with how good it feels when I begin to rock against them, allowing them deep enough to hit the right spot.
My words make him smirk. “Obviously. But you need to prepare yourself to take me.”
“Are you saying you’re going to fuck me?”
“One day, you’ll give in and tell me you trust me. Or fuck, maybe I’ll give in.” Goose bumps break out over my skin because his words come out like a threat and a promise, and I love it.
“Says you,” I tease, knowing I’m already looking forward to the day I’ll feel all of him. I want to feel him move in and out of me. I don’t know if anything would ever make me feel more powerful—more sexy—than feeling him come undone inside me.
My body trembles as my fingers begin to pick up their pace. I keep a steady rhythm, feeling the orgasm already beginning to build.
“Fuck, this is so hot, baby,” Archer growls. His jaw clenches as he also picks up pace.
“I’m getting closer.” I moan, imagining it’s his fingers moving in and out of me.
“Yes.” The muscles of his forearms ripple as he continues to move up and down. He’s been working himself so hard, the veins of his forearms are even more pronounced.
“Are you imagining that it’s me making you feel this way right now?” he continues, his voice strained.
All I can do is nod. That’sexactlywhat I’m doing. I’d give anything to feel him hook his fingers inside me as his mouth moved against mine. Would he tease me and move slowly in and out, or would he move them fast and possessively?
“I’m watching everything you do to make yourself feel good so when you finally let me have my way with you, I’ll make it perfect.”
My head rolls back. I don’t tell him he could do anything and it’d be perfect with him. My toes curl as the orgasm builds evenharder. “Archer,” I moan, drawing his name out because it all feels too good.
