Page 38 of Endless Anger (Monsters Within #1)

The T-shirt she wears sits high on her waist, baring the entirety of her thighs to me. I trace them with my eyes, memorizing every inch and wishing I could see more . But if I ask for that, it’ll spook her, and I’m not ready to end this little bubble we’re in.

Hooking her pinkie around my nipple, she gives a gentle squeeze, and I force a heavy swallow. She shifts again, bringing her fabric-covered pussy right on top of my dick; I grit my teeth, and her eyes flicker to mine, a silent question pulsing in their depths .

“Is that…”

My jaw works from side to side, and I glance past her, white-hot embarrassment coating my insides.

I don’t fucking know why, considering this is the girl who’s seen me in far more humiliating situations, except that there’s an extra layer to this one.

A complication if things don’t pan out correctly.

Lucy runs her tongue over her teeth, and her hands come up, her fingers stroking my jaw. Slowly. She cups under my chin, pushing my head so I’m forced to meet her gaze.

“Just from me touching you like this?” she asks, and I note the furious blush staining her cheeks, her nose, crawling across her neck. Like she feels every bit of what I do.

I nod. Just once. Just a small confession.

She moves, lifting her hips a fraction of an inch, before bearing down harder on my lap. The pressure against my swollen cock makes me see stars, and I’m aching to grab her and create even more friction.

I taste my heartbeat in my throat when she repeats the motion, grinding on my erection like a wanton wet dream.

“Luce…” I warn. She doesn’t know what she’s doing—right?

Lifting a shaky hand, she pushes it beneath her T-shirt, cupping her own breast as she continues sashaying her hips, riding me like she’s been doing it for years.

With each thrust of her warm pussy against my cock, I can’t help wondering why this is the first time we’ve ever done this. Why I let her get away back then.

“Does that feel good, pup?” My words are a whisper as she clutches my neck, leveraging herself.

Fuck, she looks good. Incredible, actually, with a sheen of sweat coating her face, flushed with exertion and excitement.

When she covers my mouth with her palm, abandoning my neck to silence me, I almost come on the spot.

She shoves my head back, pinning me to the mattress, and shifts so she’s straddling just one of my thighs. My cock leaks drops of precum, throbbing with impending release, and I know that it won’t take much more.

I’ve never seen anything more fucking beautiful than Lucy Wolfe on top of me, using me for her own pleasure.

I could die happy right here, right now, even if this was all I ever got.

“Ash…I’m…I think I need more…”

My eyebrows shoot up, and I unstick my hands from the mattress, holding one up in question as she keeps my mouth covered.

She looks at my fingers, long and flexible, and gives the tiniest nod. I watch, rapt, as she arches her back, sitting up straighter to grant me access.

Turning my hand over, I slip two fingers beneath her; my eyes roll back in my head when I feel damp panties, rough against my skin, and then I brace my thumb against her clit, letting her find a rhythm she likes.

Her hand moves beneath the T-shirt, and I make a noise low in my throat. Panting, she looks at me and reaches for the hem, slowly— fuck, so fucking slowly —lifting, baring one breast to me.

My parched stare drinks in the rosy, diamond-hard nipple dotting her sweet, slightly swollen flesh. The way she drags her thumb over the peak, strumming in a way that makes the pulse between her legs flutter.

She’s close, if her sudden hike in breathing is any indication, and I’m holding on by a bare fucking thread. As soon as she cups herself, kneading her breast and letting out a low sound of desperation, I’m gone, my cock jerking in my pants and spraying everything it touches.

The guttural groan that emits from my throat echoes in the room, and as I shift my hand, pressing two fingers against her clit, she seems to follow suit, releasing her breast to grasp my hip and squeeze tight.

Her eyes snap shut, and she continues grinding against me, her hips undulating in a frenzy of need. The sound of her coming is soft and distinct, like a song created just for me, and already my dick is hard again from hearing it.

Breathing heavily, she finally opens her eyes again, scooting away from my waist. I keep my hand between her legs until she forcibly removes it, tucking her hair behind her ears as she sits back on the mattress.

I stare up at the ceiling, euphoria dancing with something dark and unidentifiable in my chest. “That was?—”

“Stupid.”

My limbs are like jelly, so I just move my head, tracking her as she scrambles from the bed and begins dressing frantically.

“That was a lot of things,” I say, narrowing my gaze at her naked back as she tugs on her sweater. “But stupid is not one of them.”

She slides her skirt over her hips, spinning around to face me. “Did you think fooling around would make me forgive you?”

My eyes widen. “What the fuck? No, and it wasn’t what I?—”

“Just forget it, Asher.” She holds a hand up, stepping into her boots, and then darts for the door. “This changes nothing.”