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I nod again.
“Yeah, I could kind of tell.” It’s teasing, but it’s clear he liked it. “He went straight for the prize, but there are other things you could do to get yourself off.”
“Like… like what?” I ask, finally managing to speak.
“Have you ever played with your nipples before?”
“A little. Just now,” I admit.
Xavier’s grin turns wicked. “Show me.”
Having an audience makes it both easier and harder at the same time. Easier because following instructions is easy. Xavier says to show him so I do, dragging one hand up and using it to push my shirt farther up my chest until my breasts are spilling out. But it’s harder because Xavier is watching so closely when I pluck at my sensitive nipples, whining as each touch sends a spike of pleasure through me. Underneath everything else, there’s the self-consciousness that he’s going to think I’m doing it wrong or that I’m not as attractive as someone else might be.
But there’s none of that in his eyes as he watches me.
“Do you like it when it’s just a little rough?” he asks.
“I think so,” I pant back. “It feels good.”
“I can tell. And that’s good. That’s the goal. For you to feel so fucking good that you can’t help but to come apart.”
I moan softly, just from those words, and Xavier smiles. “I know your hands are smaller than Dominic’s but I bet you could find your g-spot.”
I know what that means, but my eyes go a little wide at the thought of it. “How?” I manage to get out.
“Push your fingers back into your pretty little pussy,” he says, and I do as I’m told, working two fingers back into myself.My body welcomes them immediately, spasming and going tight around the digits like a vise.
Xavier coaches me through it, telling me how to curl my fingers just right, how to flutter them so vibrations of intense feeling course through me, and then how to pull back so I don’t fall apart all at once.
I end up panting on the bed, writhing and twisting against the sheets. It smells like sex and need, and it’s hard to say which one of us it’s coming from at this point.
“Like that,” Xavier praises me. “Now stop teasing. I want you to go harder. Play with your nipples and really let yourself feel all of it, shortcake. Lose yourself in it until you can’t take anymore.”
I’m already riding that line pretty intently, so it doesn’t really take much for me to go flying over the edge. A hard pinch to my nipple and my fingers pressing against that spot inside me, and I’m crying out, arching hard on the bed as I come so hard my vision blurs.
Xavier watches all of it, lips parted as he keeps staring while I ride out the aftershocks and then finally manage to come down a little.
My chest is still heaving as I struggle to breathe normally when Xavier smirks again. “You know, you can probably come more than once in a row.”
My eyes go wide with surprise. “Really?”
When he smiles, there’s something hungry in it. Like he wants me to come again and again and have every single one of my orgasms be for him.
“Touch your clit,” he says. “How do you feel?”
I brush my fingers against it and gasp softly. “Sensitive,” I reply. And then, “But… good? It’s like it’s too much but I want more at the same time.”
“Lean into that,” he says. “Start light and easy, just playing with the line between too much and just right.”
I rub my clit in small circles, not even bothering to hold back the noises that spill out of me. It’s just like Xavier said, that edge between too much and just right, and teasing to one side or the other of it makes my head spin with sensation. Sometimes it’s almost raw, like I want to snatch my hand away, but then I back off a little, until the intensity tempers into something more manageable.
“Very good, shortcake,” Xavier praises. “You should see what you look like right now. All flushed and pliable. I thought seeing you come in Dominic’s lap earlier was the hottest thing, but this is on another level.”
“Please,” I gasp out, the word ending on a whimper. “I need—” I’m cut off by another moan tearing from my mouth.
Chapter 21
Tristan