Page 35 of Our Little Cliche

Chapter Thirty-Four

CYRUS

Every second I stand here with my tongue down Holly’s throat, and not filling her with my cock, I think a brain cell misfires and disintegrates from my skull. Even kissing her sweet, delicate lips has me feeling like I’m in some kind of spirit world.

Holly wants me to mask up and take her to pound town… while she’s asleep. Insanity, isn’t it? What world am I existing in, I don’t know. And I’m not saying no—I’m not denying her of her wants and needs. I will meet them. I would give this woman anything she goddamn desires, even if it kills me.

But. Yes, there’s a but. I’ve come to realize there’s only one problem: she’s not paying attention to the finer details as to why she enjoyed those scenes from my books in the first place.

Aside from the thrill of doing something so taboo , she’s overlooked the way the masked man treats—and what she wants me to replicate—the girl in In The Shadows , and how Chris handles Hailey in my new book…

Fictionally .

Everything is fake and unrealistic.

What happens on page highly differs from real life. This is a lesson in itself that I am implementing with her as we speak. If Holly wants me to do this, I need to ensure that she can trust me.

Because this act is built entirely on trust .

And if she can’t stand before me, completely exposed for my gaze and read out an erotic sentence without hiding herself, then she isn’t ready.

I hold my composure for a moment as I lose myself at the glistening patch between her thighs, almost completely unaware that she’s adjusting my glasses, pushing them back up my nose. “Cyrus?” Her words are barely audible from a breathy moan.

“Yes, angel?”

God I wish she could see how stunning she is.

I wish she could see what I see.

This is exactly where I wanted her—chin up, comfortable, confident and speaking freely without concealing that beautiful face or body of hers. “Is Chris and Hailey… us?”

She was suspicious before, but now she knows.

I almost hesitate telling her, but seeing as we’re both in a trust circle I reveal my truths.

“I knew there was a reason Quinn had his eye on you. You’re a bright woman, Holly.

” I stop to rub the back of my head, “And, yes, it is us. But it wasn’t always.

It was originally on a different path, but then you came along and…

I’ve been completely, and utterly obsessed with you since. You inspired Hailey,” I add.

“And Chris is you?”

“Yes.”

“So, you want this just as bad as I do?”

“Until I’m blue in the face. But there’s more than just that…” I allude, tugging her in tightly against me and squeezing her ass.

She sighs inward, “Oh?”

“Mhmm,” I groan, salivating at the mouth thinking about her re-enacting the scene from when I saw her on her bed while I watched her, and how much I need to see her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Somnophilia is just one of many great things that exist in my books. There’s breath play, voyeurism and primal play…

just to name a few. Wait here, I’m going to grab something. ”

“Oh, okay,” she says.

Stalking to my office I grab a copy of In The Shadows from the shelf since I already know that she enjoyed pleasuring herself to this book. I figure it will give her comfort, and familiarity for what I’m about to ask her to do.

Voyeurism .

“Sit down for me, Holly. Prop your back up against the other couch,” I instruct.

She’s quick to follow my prompt, falling to her knees first, then making herself comfortable with her ankles tucking by her ass.

I plan on having a front view—like Chris does—when she starts touching herself, but for now I’ll stay beside her.

This is as new to her as it is for me, slow and steady wins this race.

“You get to pick which chapter you’d like to read.”

I’m curious to know if I was right about what part of the book had her so hot.

“Chapter? That’s too easy. I know what I’ll read right down to the page… One hundred and twelve.” Chapter sixteen. “This will be easy, I’ve read it before.” Her giggle sends a heating sensation to my chest.

“Ah, but, my sweet girl,” I extend my arm down, trailing my fingers along her collarbone. “You haven’t made yourself cum while?—”

“Ah, actually,” she cuts me off, “this was the chapter that got me there.”

“I hadn’t finished yet,” my tone is stern as I drop to my knees before her.

“I may have left when I saw you on your bed because I’m a gentleman , but I’m not missing it this time.

” I stroke the back of my hand against her ankle, guiding it away from her rear end, bending her leg so that her knee is pointing to the ceiling.

“I want to see every inch of you, and how you look when you unfold for me, Holly.”

Almost exposed for me, but not quite. Baby steps.

“But what about you doing that thing I asked?”

“You’ll have to be more clear,” I growl, even though I know what she means. Words. I need words.

“I just thought… I thought maybe tonight you would climb into my bed and have your way with me, like we said.”

A deep cackle forms in the pit of my stomach. So needy. So impatient. “Haven’t you ever heard of foreplay?”

“Y-yes. But… only in books.”

How terribly fucking sad.

“Well, then. You better start reading.” I wink, licking my lips.

A breathy moan slips from her mouth but she finds her balance, tracing the words with her finger. “There she is. The way her perfect auburn hair curls around her face frame, hanging over her petite shoulders…”

I trail off as she reads on, allowing her time to adjust before I slide her other leg out from under her.

Fuck .

The scent of her arousal intoxicates my brain, and I mentally have to put my head in another hemisphere to pull myself together. I know that at this point I am just edging myself, but when I do eventually get my release it’s going to last at least three business days.

“I’m going to enjoy fucking her tight little heaven until she screams every name under the sun. I can’t wait to see how she tastes.” Good girl , I want to say, but I hold myself. “My palm reaches for her window and I let myself in, stopping by her feet.”

Just like the part she’s about to read out I trace down her arm and grab her right hand as her left holds the book open. She continues reading but it’s a struggle under a needy breath, “I run the back of my hand along the inside of her thigh, nudging them op?—”

Holly’s sharp inhale puts a halt to her concentration as I lead her free hand to her slit.

Her eyelashes flutter at me and it sends a shudder up my spine.

“I want you to touch yourself, Holly. Nice slow circles, like you did last time,” I demand, moving away to sit in front of her, leaning against the other sofa to watch.

When I see what I see next, the world stops—the same way it did when I first laid my eyes on her. I can finally see her all for all . My brain buffers as my eyes pin heavily over each of her gorgeous shades of glistening, wet pink. She is soaked!

That pussy will look perfect wrapped around my cock.

A shallow sound stirs from my throat as her fingers rotate gently around her clit.

Her crystal blue gaze remains locked in a fixed position to mine, completely invested in everything, which I wasn’t expecting.

It’s goddamn beautiful seeing her this way for me.

Captivating . Everything written on her face is pure ecstasy.

“ Fuck -ing hell.”