Page 171 of Chaos Kills

However, I’ve learned my damn lesson with Torin and Reeve. I can’t see myself getting attached to him and vice versa.

“If you’re fucking me right,” I vouch, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

“Not something you need to worry about.” I smile as I dip two fingers inside my cunt and let out a little mewl of pleasure. “You’re fucking your hand, aren’t you?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask me to yet.”

“I wanted to see how long it would take.”

With the knuckle of my thumb brushing at my clit and my fingers pumping in and out of me, I’m starting to get lost in sensations that are about to break me free from my stress.

Cairo and I fall in a comfortable silence, listening to each other as we both ascend toward our climaxes.

I can’t say this is the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. Somehow, despite all our back and forth, I feel oddly at ease with him.

Enough to have him listen to me during one of my most personal and intimate moments.

Which is a vulnerable spot to be in.

“Come for me, Little T,” he says in a guttural moan. “I want to hear how pretty you sound when you’re fucking yourself.”

Lips parted, I work myself into another stage of a frenzy. I’d ask him how turned on he is right now or how many times he’s thought of me, but I know the answer.

He wouldn’t be doing this if he wasn’t attracted to me.

He wouldn’t want me to partner up with him either if he didn’t see us as being able to work together either.

“Stroke yourself faster,” I order, feeling myself lose control of remaining present. “I know you’d be twitching inside me right now.”

“You have no idea,” he agrees. “I know you’d be so fucking tight.”

This man doesn’t know how sexy he sounds when he’s turned on. His tone dips into this deep and dark sensual vibe that makes you want to fall into it blindly.

“And I know you’d be stretching my little pussy with that big, fat cock, Sinatra. Your heavy breathing at the back of my ear. Your hands would be all over me.”

He hums in agreement, giving me visions of him staring at himself and my panties as he imagines it all.

“Shit.” My climax triggers out of nowhere as I pump myself faster, coaxing every bit of my orgasm to split me apart. Cairo exhales as if he can sense it, and I throw my head back to ride the intense wave before I hear him grunt, alluding that he’s already reached that point.

Returning to earth is a bitch when the descent is slow and my breathing is shot, but I permit Cairo to hear all of it. Every sharp exhale and exerted inhale.

Where we go from now, I wish he’d hang up on me so I would know what to do next. Because this is uncharted territory for the both of us, and I don’t need any more awkwardness.

“You were amazing, Little T,” he mutters out a few seconds later. “I have a feeling I’m going to want to go again.”

I shake my head but don’t stop the grin coiling at the corner of my lips. “You’re gonna have to do that on your own. I have to go to bed.”

“You always know how to break a man’s heart, don’t you?”

“Apparently.” I know his words aren’t meant to cut, but they do anyway. Reeve, Torin and I are broken and charred from my actions. “Goodnight, Sinatra.”

“Bay,” he quickly cuts in, waiting a few seconds to see if I’ll stay while he finishes what he has to say. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

And then I hang up.

THIRTY-NINE

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