Page 3 of Beneath His Touch

Dark chocolate-colored hair, soft green eyes, a five-o’clock shadow covering his cheeks, jaw, and upper lip, which only makes me lock in on the way they move when he’s smiling or talking.

“Yes, sorry. Dinner’s almost done, and then I’ll be out of your way.” Matthew is hardly ever home this early, making me wonder why he is today. Except it’s not my place to ask. The less we talk, the better for both of us.

“No rush. I’m going to grab a quick shower. Feel free to stay and eat dinner with me.” He’s offered this many times. I’ve always declined, and today will be no different.

“Sorry, I can’t. I’ll leave your plate in the warming rack and the leftover dish to be put away when it cools down.” Staying professional where Matthew is concerned is becoming impossible, especially when it’s him I bring up in my mind when I’m in the throes of an orgasm. One time, he walked in without a shirt on, chest glistening with sweat, shorts hanging low on his hips. The sight caused me to clear my throat to conceal the whimper that tried to escape.

“One day, Letty, you’ll take me up on my offer. I’m sure you’ll be gone by the time I come out, see you next time.” Matthew doesn’t give me a chance to respond. Instead, heraps his knuckles on the Carrera marble and heads in the direction of his bedroom. Later, in the comfort of my bedroom, I’ll dissect this entire conversation, including thinking about him in the shower. Right now, I need to run as far and as fast as I can. After all, it’s what I’ve been the best at.

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MATTHEW

Ismirk, giving Letty my back. The lure was there. The slight inhale of breath, the way her face softened. All that, plus the way her flesh pebbled, told me all I needed to know. One day soon, her wide, innocent eyes will be mine when I have her beneath my touch. I kick off my shoes and peel the layers of clothes off my body one by one, discarding them in a pile outside the bathroom attached to the master. The natural lighting in both rooms is bright enough that I don’t have to bother with turning on overhead fixtures.

The lingering scent of Letty invades my senses—citrus with an undercurrent of floral. I’ve yet to figure out if it’s perfume, body wash, or maybe her shampoo. Whatever it is, it makes me want to surround myself with her any way I can, a hard task to complete when she’s like a baby fawn, doe-eyed and scared of her own shadow. It’s a thought that’s been sitting in the back of my mind ever since the day Ophelia called me to say she had a new girl who looked down on herluck, and she was pretty sure the girl was running from something, but what that something was, she didn’t know. And nearly a year later, still neither of us does.

I could have had Jude pry into Letitia Barnes’ background more, but the thought of potentially putting her in danger had my gut in knots. One day, she’ll tell someone. I only hope it will be me. I step inside the shower, turn the water on, and relax beneath the spray. My cock instantly hardens at the thought of her, standing in the kitchen, her brown hair has a slight curl to it when it’s down instead of in a ponytail, her vivid, lush and vibrant green eyes reminding me of a dew-kissed lawn on a hot summer day. Her soft skin that glows with a warm, even tone complementing her features. Her full berry lips slick with moisture from her licking them.

The white tank top she’s wearing is nearly see-through from years of wear, the white lace bra she wore beneath it doing nothing to hide how her body reacts to mine. Her jeans shorts that hang loosely around her narrow waist are cut with what I’m assuming was a pair of scissors, considering they don’t look entirely even and are a bit longer than what you’d find in the store. A slender and graceful build with long, smooth legs I more than want to feel wrapped around my waist.

I want to kiss each inch from the inside of her ankles to the underside of her knees, to the apex of her thighs, not stopping until I’m hovering above her saturated folds. The first inhale, the first taste, the first time my tongue delves inside, I know I’ll be fucking hooked.

Luck was on my side today, when I got out of courtearlier than expected, meaning I was done for the day. My phone is always set to silent when I’m in court, and a quick look at my notifications had me noticing Letty hadn’t left the house yet. I booked it directly to my car, ignored the texts from my friends, assistant, and voicemails that I’m sure are work-related. Never mind the emails I’ll have to deal with when I actually decide to work a few hours this evening.

The only thought I have is the one where Letty joins me in the shower. While the water pounds down on my back, my hand goes to the tiled wall, and the ache in my balls doesn’t ease in the slightest.

My head tips downward, hair falling along my forehead, my breathing becomes erratic, and while the last thing I should do is fist my cock, the pull is too hard to resist. Plus, the whole point of keeping the door open is to entice Letty to join me or at least let her know my sight is set on her, and I’m not backing down. I’ve been razzed by the guys since the moment she took over cleaning my apartment. I’d felt the electric pull. The problem with going after her was twofold: her age compared to mine. She’s twenty years old, I’m nineteen years her senior, and then there’s her skittish nature. It’s a perfect storm for an epic disaster, one that would send her far away from me.

“Fuck,” I groan, thinking about the last time I made it home before Letitia left for the day. She hadn’t even made it to the kitchen to work on dinner yet. The elevator doors opened, and the view I was greeted with had me rocking back on my heels. I also had to use my suit jacket to cover the growing erection beneath my zipper.

Letitia’s back was to me, her full curves on display, themuscles pulled taut in the back of her thighs, heart-shaped ass in the air, one arm holding her up while she was on her hands and knees. There was a spot on the area rug in the living room courtesy of Sebastian and his penchant for running around with food in his hands. I didn’t care, even though Winnie and Johnny attempted to correct him. He’s only a child, and my apartment rarely sees more than myself and Letty inside. One thing led to another, and Seb stepped on the strawberry, smashing it into the fiber, and created a stain. I’d tried to clean it up but couldn’t get the bulk of it out. I’d meant to tell Letty not to worry about it, only to get sidetracked and forget.

That was my lucky fucking day. Letty didn’t notice me due to the headphones she wore, clearly into whatever she was listening to, which gave me ample time to watch her shimmy and shake while she danced in place. I clenched my jaw and gritted my teeth while trying to figure out the right thing to do when what I really wanted was for her to turn around, strip down to nothing but bare skin, and crawl toward me. Sadly, that visual didn’t come to fruition. Letty noticed me shortly after. Still, it’s a fantasy that plays out in my mind more often than not and one I pull up in moments like this.

Only, we’d be in the living room instead of the bathroom like I am now. I’d sit in the chair near the floor-to-ceiling windows. She’d lose her clothes, every last bit of them, and I’d divest myself of my tie, button-down shirt, and undershirt before pulling my belt through the loops. Meanwhile, Letty would stay where she is, waiting for my next command. I’d make her wait, watching as I undo the button and zipper ofmy pants, pulling the fabric out of the way in order for me to drag my cock out and into the open.

My hand slowly pulls on my length. The grip tightens with each pass I make, using the water to help guide me, wishing like hell it were Letty’s mouth instead.

I’d tell her to drop to her knees and crawl to herdaddy.My only worry about ever bringing up the fact that I like what I like is that I’m ninety-nine percent sure Letitia Barnes has never been touched. I’m visualizing her all the fucking same. She’s on her hands and knees, her breasts swaying with each movement, her hips doing much the same. My nostrils flare, and my speed picks up, knowing that I’ll be the first one to have her, to sink my cock into her mouth, her pussy, and her ass.

“Fuck, Letty, just like that. Taste me with your sweet tongue. Show me the cum you licked from the tip.” In my mind, she’s already in front of my spread thighs, hands gripping the tops of my thighs, waiting for me to continue giving her directions. My eyes close as I try to hold back and prolong the feeling of my impending orgasm. The more I think about all the things I want to do to Letty, the harder it is to hold back. My hand bangs on the wall, and my knees threaten to buckle when I guide her to take more of my length. The back of her throat convulses, her eyes water with tears, her cheeks turn a rosy shade, and the way I lift my hips to keep up is only making her a dirty fucking mess.

I’m about to pinch the tip of my dick when my eyes open. I don’t dare turn my head to see if Letty was brave enough to join me, and the reason for that is because I’d rather she not leave. Then there’s the fact that I don’t want to look in caseshe isn’t there. It’s a double-edged sword. I keep up my pace, tightening my grip, twisting my wrist, and thinking about Letitia. My kitten’s claws come out, nails digging into the flesh of my skin. I bury my fingers in her hair, holding her while I empty every last bit of come from my balls. The good girl she is doesn’t waste a drop, swallowing it all before licking any remains that could be left behind.

“Letty.” Her name slides from my mouth in a roar. My body locks up, head tipping back, and my jaw tenses so hard I’m nearly grinding my fucking teeth. I let my shaft go, and spurts of come jet out of my body. My other hand goes to the tile, helping me keep my balance so I don’t land on my ass. I groan while my body becomes depleted of all energy. I stay where I’m at, eyes open but looking downward. The shadow near the door is the only thing keeping me in place. And wouldn’t you know it, my cock flexes, coming back to life as if I didn’t just have an orgasm.

I take a deep breath to regain a semblance of strength, and once I think I’m good, I go about washing myself up. A few pumps of bodywash, and I put on another performance for Letty. My hands slide along my wet skin, working along my shoulders, chest, and abdomen. The minute I go to work on my cock, I'm more than tempted to tug one last time, hoping like hell he’ll get the message to calm down, though he probably won’t.

Anytime I come home after Letty has been in the house, the first thing I do is wrap my hand around my dick. Her scent lingers, and I look for any little thing she’s left in her wake. The hair scrunchie is one item, and it’s in my nightstand drawer. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve taken it outmore than one time, brought it to my nose trying to chase the way she smells, yet it’s all but gone.

“One day. One fucking day,” I say under my breath, thinking about how it’ll be more than an inconsequential item. It’s either that, or I’ll have to manage to steal a pair of her panties, and that might prove to be somewhat difficult.

My eyes capture the shadow at the doorway. There’s a squeaking of a tennis shoe and hair flinging through the air. The only person who that could be is my kitten.

Soon, she’ll be mine. Very fucking soon.

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