“Stand for me,” he said, offering me his hand. Though his command was soft, it was a command.
I obeyed.
“Tori, all I can think about is pushing you against that wall, ripping off those panties, and showing you what it’s like to be with a real man.”
With each word, I became suddenly aware that my t-shirt did little to conceal my sensitive, disloyal nipples. Trying to not give myself away, I fought to keep my eyes on his. It didn’t work.
Looking down, a smug smile came to his lips. “You want that too, don’t you?”
“You said that you wouldn’t… that we wouldn’t…”
“And I meant it. That doesn’t mean I don’t want it.”
Taking my hand, he rubbed it over his not-so-hidden erection. What he offered behind his jeans was big and hard. I wondered what his cock would look like if it were released from its denim confines. The image of him inside of me scared as well as fascinated me, all the while making me wet with desire. His blue gaze drank me in as I continued to allow my hand to rub up and down the bulge.
Humming, he continued, “You have no idea how badly I want to free myself from these jeans. Just having your hand there…” He nuzzled my neck. “…knowing you’re this close. You have me ready to come right now.” His warm breath on my collarbone, he purred, “Tell me you don’t want the same thing. Tell me you don’t want to be fucked right here, against this wall. Tell me you don’t want me to fill that void you’re feeling and satisfy the tension building within you.”
God! He was so right. My insides ached with need.
“You’re wet for me already, without my even touching you, aren’t you?”
“Y-Yes, I’m wet.” Part of my brain told me that this was wrong, and that even having this conversation was wrong. The problem was that I could barely hear that part of my brain: the blood thundering through my veins as well as the sound of his heavy breathing overpowered everything else. As the stubble of his cheek brushed against mine, he pulled me closer, pressing me against the wall.
Before I registered the sense of entrapment, I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his neck.
“Fuck,” he growled, pushing his knee between my legs, spreading them apart.
Despite my position, my sense of empowerment returned. I reached again for his erection, not freeing it, but rubbing, on my own, without his guidance. His jeans strained as his cock twitched below the material.
“Do you remember the question I asked you this afternoon?” he whispered, hot, needy breaths bathing my skin.
Hell, I couldn’t remember my own name. There’d been too much. “Which question?” I asked through panted breath.
“If you would fuck my fingers… I promised you no sex until you’re ready, but damn, girl, you’re so fucking ready. You just don’t know it. Let me give you the best orgasm of your life. If I can do that with only my fingers, then you can just imagine what I can do with my cock.”
“S-Stewart, I-I don’t—”
He reached under my shirt, stopping my words with the caressing of my breast, teasing the taut, hard nub of my nipple. “You don’t want me to stop? You don’t think you should say yes, but you want to? You don’t know what it’s like to have an orgasm?”
I buried my face against his wide chest, hiding my embarrassment in his cotton shirt. Everything he’d just said was true. It wasn’t how I’d planned on finishing the sentence, but nonetheless, it was true. Again, the amazing scent of cologne overpowered my already overloaded senses.
Continuing to fondle my breast, he reached for my chin and brought my eyes to his. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see every emotion behind your incredible eyes. That’s what I want out of this agreement. I want to watch those eyes as I take you places you’ve never been.”
I nodded.
“Words, Victoria, I need to hear it.”
“I want what you just said.”
His nose nearly touched mine, as he probed, “What did I just say?”
Damn him! He was going to make me say it. “I want to feel your fingers. I want to have an orgasm.”
Letting go of my face, he reached for the waistband of my panties and teased the elastic band. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”
I shrugged. “I think. I’m not sure.”
A low chuckle rumbled in the back of his throat. “Darling, if you’re not sure, you haven’t. Now, I still haven’t heard exactly what you want.”
The tension continued to build as his hand found my thighs.
“Shit, girl, you’re so wet, you’ve soaked these panties.”
Again, my cheeks blushed. “I-I should have worn the yoga pants. It’s just that…” I shyly admitted, “…I was about ready to go—”
He reached down and shifted his growing erection. “Fuck!” he interrupted. “Tell me what you want before I rip these panties right off of you.”
Gathering strength from his need, I reached for my own waistband and pushed the satin and lace down over my hips. “Stewart, I want you to fuck me with your fingers. I want an orgasm.”
His smile grew, while his eyes shimmered with seduction. “Tori, my darling, that’s one request that I’ll never deny you.”
The rough texture of the wall bit my back as his body once again pressed me against the outside of the building. When he lifted one of my legs with his knee, I reached for his shoulders. Before my exposure registered, his fingers opened my swollen lips and spread my wetness. I tensed at the intrusion until one of his fingers slid between my warm folds and inside of me. Simultaneously a long hiss filled my ears. It took me a moment to realize that the sound was coming from me. Everything he was doing felt incredible. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable like it had been with Wesley.