Page 72 of All This Time

“You’re gonna come for me like this, Laney. You’re going to ride my fingers and show me how needy your pussy is for this release, how fucking much you want me to finger fuck you and make you come. Understood?”

“Yes.” Her head falls back on my shoulder again as I keep her open to me. I move her underwear to the side and slide my fingers back inside her wet cunt, loving how wet she is as I move my fingers in and out of her.

She moans. “Oh God…”

“Your pussy is dripping on my fingers, angel. I can’t wait to lick my fucking fingers clean and taste you.” Her moans get louder, but the music in the bar drowns them out. Her walls grow tighter and her breathing shallower as one of my hands continues to fuck her, and the other is rubbing her clit, making sure that her buildup is slow and deliberate. But when I feel her clench around me, I know she’s almost there. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” she cries.

Applying a bit more pressure so I can get her to break, I listen for her cues so I know when she’s about to detonate.

Laney’s nails dig into the wall, sliding down as her hips rock forward against my hand, but I keep her leg up, her pussy open for me as I curl my fingers deep inside of her, thrusting and stretching her open while applying pressure where she needs it.

“Oh fuck!”

“Come for me, Laney.” My fingers keep moving rapidly over her clit. “Let me see you fall apart.”

“Fletcher…I…” But her words die on the tremor that rips through her body, her moans echoing in the hall around us. She rides my hand, taking every last ounce of pleasure as I continue to rub her clit and slide my fingers in and out of her, her arousal dripping all the way down my wrist to my elbow.

Fucking perfect.

When her body finally goes slack, I catch her in my arms as her hands leave the wall and she leans back against me. Slowly, I drop her leg down, situate her skirt back in place, lifting the zipper and re-buttoning it before planting a kiss right at the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder.

Before she turns around, I line my lips up to her ear. “That’s how it feels to be touched by a real man, angel. And if you find that you need more, I’m more than willing to give it to you.”

Taking a step back, I adjust my cock in my jeans, knowing that the pain I’ll feel while waiting to release my own tension at home is worth it just from getting to experience Laney Hart climaxing on my fingers.

I can only hope that next time, it’ll be on my tongue or my cock.

There shouldn’t be a next time, Fletcher.

Oh, but there will be.

I lift my hand to my mouth and lick it clean. “Fucking delicious, just like I knew you’d be.”

“I—I need to get back to my friends,” she says, her voice shaky.

“Probably a good idea.”

“Uh huh.” She straightens her spine, turns and walks down the hallway, back the way we entered, never meeting my eyes before she leaves.

Reaching up to readjust my hat, I wait a few minutes before exiting the hallway myself.

My eyes scour the space, looking for Laney even though I know that I shouldn’t. But before I can spot her, Henley makes his way over to me. “Dude…where the fuck did you go? I was giving the bartender our order, and when I turned around, you were gone.”

“I—I thought I saw someone I knew, so I went to check.”

Henley eyes me curiously as he tips his beer bottle to his lips. “Okay…”

“You wanna get out of here?” I turn to meet his gaze.

“We just got here.”

“Yeah, but it’s loud and I got bombarded in the restroom when I went in to take a piss. I’m really not in the mood to be rushed by fans.” The lie feels dirty coming from my lips because I never take my fans and my job for granted, but I need to get out of here before I find Laney and fuck her up against that wall this time.

Not gonna lie—part of me is curious if she’d let me.

Fuck, I’m unraveling the longer I stand here, and the last thing I need to do is tell Henley what the hell just happened. Before I talk to anyone about the waves of emotions and lust rolling through me, I need to talk to Laney about what this means.