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But this? This wasfun.
Cain’s hands roamed. Over the curve of my hip. Over the swell of my breast. Every part of me he touched, my attention followed like a lost puppy. I wanted more of his hands and less of the fabric between us.
My nails dug into his scalp. I wanted to beg for more, but didn’t want to take my mouth off of his to do it.
He must have gotten the message, because his fingers slipped below my bra line. I sucked in a breath when he pulled my breast out of my dress and teased my sensitive peak.
I arched my hips into him, feeling his cock strain in his jeans.
“What are you doing?” he muttered against my mouth.
I gasped. “What I want to.” His touch on my breast became firmer, and my mouth went dry.
“And what do you want?”
“Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere.”
He huffed out a breath, his mouth moving to my jawand neck. I leaned my head over, trying and failing to keep my composure.
Cain’s hand left my breast, drifting lower and lower. I hiked my leg up again, giving him full access to what I hoped he wanted.
I already knew I was dripping. It had been far too long since I’d had good ... anything in the company of another man. Trevor used to try until he’d gotten tired of it.
I doubted I would orgasm in a dark closet of a bar, but I could let him touch me.
His fingers brushed over the waistband of my underwear before moving between my legs.
“You’re fucking soaked, princess.”
I bit my lip. I thought I hated it when he called me that.
Not this time.
Cain slipped past the thin fabric. He found my clit so fast I jumped out of shock.
“Sensitive?”
“Ah,y-yes. It’s been a while since a man could find it.”
“Wha—do they need a map? Have you ever been with an actual man?”
I wanted to answer him, but I was a mess of gasps and pleasure. He traced the outline of my pussy so perfectly that heat shot out from his fingers and went straight to my core.
I had no concept of time, but my body responded to every one of his movements. My hips jerked, and I dimly realized that I wasn’t struggling to build up to an orgasm this time. I was going to struggle with coming way too fast.
Blindly, I reached out to stroke his cock through his jeans, earning me a stuttered breath from him. I took in his hardness, imagining what that would be like inside of me, and I felt myself tighten around nothing.
Cain’s mouth landed on my shoulder, and then came the brush of teeth on my skin.
My eyes slipped closed. I wasn’t sure where I was any longer. All I knew was how I felt.
And it was incredible.
Cain’s fingers were on my clit, teasing it with just enough pressure to have me on the edge, but not enough to where I was jerking away. He breathed as hard as I did, like he was just as turned on as I was—though I hadn’t touched him like he had me.
“Come for me, Mollie. I need you to.” He was more out of breath than when we’d been dancing, and I felt his words in every inch of my body.
It wasn’t a habit of mine to do what he told me to, but this time, I wasn’t in control. Pleasure was, and the words tipped me right over the edge of the cliff he’d brought me to.