Page 51 of Love Me
“More, Keelan,” I breathed.
His other hand went to one of my breasts and began tweaking the sensitive peak of my nipple between a thumb and finger.
That wasn’t exactly what I wanted more of, and he knew it, too.
Then the pressure and movement disappeared from my clit as his fingers stopped moving.
I let out a frustrated growl and my hand shot down on top of his. With my fingers guiding his, I added the pressure and movement needed.
His chest bounced beneath me as he laughed silently. “You going to show me how it’s done, baby?” His husky voice filled my ear.
“I wouldn’t have to if you would stop teasing me.”
He sucked the lobe of my ear between his teeth before he whispered, “Then show me how you make yourself come.” He moved our hands, swapping their places, and now his were on top of mine, guiding my fingers to my clit. “Show me.”
I gave myself a heartbeat to let what he was asking sink in before I began working my clit in the way I knew how to get myself off.
“That’s it,” he encouraged as his fingers left mine and moved lower. He plunged two fingers inside of me, making my breath hitch. He curled his fingers inside me, and he began rubbing a spot that made my legs squeeze around his. An intense and warm pressure built—one that I wasn’t used to feeling when trying to find release.
“Keelan, what—”
“Don’t stop. Keep rubbing that little clit and relax,” he ordered as he dropped his other hand from my breast to wrap his arm around my ribcage, holding me to him.
I didn’t understand why he’d done that until his fingers inside picked up speed. I cried out and my hips bucked up. I wanted to get away and beg him not to stop at the same time. Through the delirium, I remembered the arm he had around me was his hurt one and I forced my body to settle as I felt the peak coming. The moment I reached it, the most intense and wonderful contractions rippled inside of me at the same time I felt a gush of wetness hit my inner thighs.
“What—” In a panic, I tried to sit up. Keelan’s arm around me held me still.
“Relax, Shi,” he said and pulled his fingers from me.
“Why does it feel like I peed?”
“You didn’t. I made you squirt. That’s why everything feels wet.”
“Why?” was all I could think of to say. I knew what squirting was and never thought it would happen to me, which was why I still wasn’t sure if I should be embarrassed or not.
“Because I wanted to make you feel good and because it was hot as fuck,” he replied as he brought his drenched hand to his mouth. He gave his fingers a quick lick and closed his eyes. “You taste so sweet. Next time we do that, I’m going to bury my face in that pussy and lick every inch of you clean.”
And just like that, any hint of embarrassment vanished, and I was ready to go again. Only this time I wanted him inside of me. I tapped the arm around me so he would let me sit up. “Well, so far you’ve delivered on the filthy part,” I said over my shoulder.
He gave me a cocky smirk. “I’m not done with you yet.”
12
Tuesday morning,on the way to school, Colt was quiet as he drove. Actually, he had been quiet since he’d come home from swim practice last night. At dinner, he had seemed lost in his thoughts as he’d pushed around his food.
I had put my hand on his knee under the table. When that had gotten his attention and while his brothers had been engaged in a discussion, I asked him in a low voice, “Are you all right?”
He had perked up a little. “I’m worn out from practice. I think I might just go to bed,” he had said before pushing back his chair to get up from the table.
After Colt had retreated to his room, I had noticed the table had gone quiet. I’d glanced at Colt’s brothers and seen them exchange looks.
Seeing the question written on my face, Knox had been the one to answer. “Colt can be very hard on himself.”
“He doesn’t like to let down those he cares about,” Keelan had added, and I had found that neither of what they had said made sense.
“It’s not going to let anyone down to quit,” Creed had said.
“You felt the same not that long ago,” Knox had pointed out. “He needs time, like you did.”