Page 26 of Echo, the Sniper (Men of PSI #2)

Foreplay

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A GENTLE MURMUR OF sympathy came from Echo, a kind of purr that didn’t make me feel pitied.

But it did make my thighs quiver. “Don’t you worry, my beautiful Rory.

I’m dedicating this entire night to finding out exactly what kind of foreplay you like.

And the kind you love. And the kind that makes you scream the fucking house down. ”

Oh, my dear God...

The couple onscreen sat in much the same way Echo and I were positioned now, but with virtually no clothing.

The delivery dude, now shirtless and jeans undone but still on, went right for the woman’s goodies, diving a hand past the miniscule thong she wore.

In a heartbeat she threw her head back, her body going wild while she seemed to forget how to breathe without moaning.

I bit my lip, my own intimate folds throbbing out a demand for.

.. something, and the wetness in my panties became borderline intolerable.

“You like that, don’t you?” His murmur was again just for my ears, and a small, almost soundless moan escaped my open lips as I watched the man’s hand work beneath the flimsy veil of her thong. “You like how her pussy’s being stroked and played with, yeah? Tell me you like it.”

Since I was soaking through both my underwear and my sweatpants and probably all the way to his leg where I perched, I didn’t see the point of denying it. “Yes.”

“It’s a turn-on for you. Say it. Own it.”

“It’s a turn on for me. I look at that, and I want... that. What they’re doing.”

“Aren’t you amazing, getting ahead of me like that by telling me what you want me to do.

I’m so proud of you.” His words glowed with praise.

I glowed right along with them while the hand resting on the top of my thigh started to move.

It slipped to my inner thigh, nudging my legs apart while still keeping things light, easy.

It was enough to drive me insane. “You’re so brave.

That’s one of my turn-ons, in case you were wondering. Your courage.”

“I... I do wonder about what you like. What you want—”

“Tonight is for you , baby girl, not me,” he reminded me, his tone gentle but firm, and I knew on some instinctive level this man was on a mission and he would not be swayed.

“Tomorrow night can be for me, but tonight is all about what makes you cream, and what makes you come, and what makes you pass the fuck out.”

Oh, my.

Better yet, that meant we were doing this non-relationship relationship longer than just tonight.

Nothing could have pleased me more.

The hand he had at my hip delved under the waistband of both my pants and undies, inching the fabric lower, while his other hand caressed along my inner leg. When the side of his hand brushed the apex of my thighs I jolted, already so overstimulated it was all I could do to stay in his lap.

“Easy. No need to panic.” A thrill went through me when he refused to retreat, his hand staying at the juncture of my thighs and no doubt feeling the heat emanating from me. “Watch that screen and tell me you don’t want to feel as good as that woman’s feeling now. Go on, tell me.”

“I can’t.” My breath was shallowing out. Any second now I’d be panting. “Mainly because I hate lying, but also...” My breath caught when the hand between my thighs blatantly ground against me. “But also because I want to be moaning like she is.”

“She’s definitely past the point of speaking, but she’s still good at communicating what she’s feeling.

I want that with you, Rory, and I know you want it, too.

” His mouth glided along my jawline, as if he couldn’t resist sampling its texture.

“All you have to do is open your legs, and I’ll give you everything you want. ”

I couldn’t get them open fast enough.

“Nothing too scary to start us out, but make no mistake—your guided tour on how to come like a porn star begins now.” Again the side of his hand brushed against me, harder, more deliberate.

My breath hitched as he rubbed against me, and the fleeting pleasure of it despite the layers of clothing separating me from him made me grind against his touch.

Wanting that fleeting pleasure. Chasing it.

The woman on the screen certainly didn’t have any qualms about going for what she wanted.

Since my body couldn’t stop rocking against him, I relaxed and told myself it was the natural thing to do.

“That’s my sweet Rory. Ride my hand and take what you want.

Be as dirty and real as you ever dreamed of being, and I’ll do the same.

” He sounded proud of me before his teeth closed on my lobe, making me jump.

Half a second later, I melted against him as he sucked it into his mouth and played with it with his tongue.

Lord have mercy, did I like the feel of that. Until that very moment I had no idea how much I loved having someone toy with my earlobe.

I could only wonder what else I didn’t know.

“I like what you’re doing with your hands, baby girl,” he crooned softly. “Touching me, while helping me touch you. Very sexy.”

For a full second I had no idea what he was talking about.

Then I realized the hand that had started out on his shoulder had swept down to roam over the hard contours of his back in caressing waves, while my bandaged hand had clamped down on the wrist between my legs, pushing him harder into my apex as I chased after that elusive yet addictive sensation of pleasure.

I would have second-guessed my brazen forwardness, but he’d called it sexy and said he liked it.

No, more than that. He seemed to be in thrall with it, and that filled me with a confidence I’d never felt before.

Maybe I wasn’t so bad at this after all.

“Look at the screen, baby,” he murmured, while he rubbed me through the layers of my sweatpants and underwear.

The pleasure he created tightened everything—my skin, my muscles, even my toes.

It was impossible to hold still beneath its crushing weight, or to concentrate on anything but the shocking pleasure swelling inside me, so it took a second for his words to register. “Rory, look.”

“Okay.” With difficulty, I opened eyes I couldn’t remember closing and did as he asked.

A low, helpless moan purred out of me at the sight of the woman on the screen, bare except for the eyepatch-sized thong, arching her torso as the man’s mouth closed over one of her breasts.

My already hard-tipped breasts tingled almost painfully, and even the light brush of my shirt was almost too much to bear.

I wanted that. I wanted Echo’s mouth on me. I wanted it so bad I could all but feel what that would be like, and I wanted it now.

“Echo.” It was a plea, and I was totally okay with that.

“If you want my mouth on you, this is in my way.” The hand at my hip moved to pluck at the shirt veiling me. “You’re going to have to show me, baby girl. Convince me you want me to give you that kind of pleasure.”

I had that shirt up and off before conscious thought was able to catch up.

“Convincing enough for you?” Was that my voice? So breathless and needy? I sounded like I could be in an X-rated movie myself.

I loved it.

“Hell, yeah, it is.” His delighted chuckle was made of velvet, and he took a blatant, long moment to drink me in.

If the feverish hunger that poured into his eyes and tensed his body was any indication, he was totally enthralled with what he saw.

“You take my breath, woman. My absolute breath. How is it possible that you’re so utterly beautiful? ”

I had no answer for him, because I’d never thought of myself as beautiful. Not ugly, but not beautiful. Average, would probably be the way I’d describe myself. Nothing special. Nothing eye-catching. A wallflower.

But the way he looked at my naked torso made me feel beautiful. No, more than that. He made me feel like I was the most beautiful being in the world, like there was nothing else he wanted to see. This man made me feel worthy , and that was more addictive than any drug known to man.

“Looking at you...” A faint shudder went through him, and my chest tightened at the sudden roughness of his breathing. “God, now I understand how wars could be fought over a woman. If those women looked anything like you, I fucking get it.”

I glowed with his words to the point I was amazed I didn’t light up the entire room. Then he bent his dark head to take my nipple into his mouth, and I learned the true meaning of breathtaking .

My back arched hard as I pushed into his mouth, seeking more.

The sensation of his tongue swirling around that turgid peak made me shiver, and the way he sucked on it dragged a moan from me that was louder than the woman on TV.

How had I gotten to this age without knowing how incredibly good it felt to have my breasts sucked on and played with?

Clearly I’d been missing out on a huge portion of life.

Then the hand between my thighs went on the move, dipping past the sweatpants and undies to reach my core with nothing to separate us.

“Wet.” That one word, spoken so triumphantly, dragged another moan from me, my stomach muscles tightening in the most excruciatingly lovely way as he dragged his fingers along my pulsing, hot channel.

“I love how wet you are for me, baby girl. Makes me so fucking hard, knowing you want me as much as I want you.”

“You...” I gasped hard when his explorations brushed boldly along the hard nub of my clit. Oh, wow . If he kept that up, spontaneous combustion had to be in my immediate future. “You seriously want me?”

“Every man who sees you wants you. That’s a basic fact of life I’m shocked you don’t know. But I’m the man who’s lucky enough to be where I am now—in your pants, making you cream on my fingers.”

My heart skipped a beat. “You really weren’t kidding about the dirty talk, were you?”