Page 86 of Crash & Burn

“Are you going to rush me?”

I shake my head.

“Are you going to let me take my time?”

I nod.

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to let go of your wrists because I’m dying for you to touch me again, but no more trying to take your pants off.” He brings his face just inches away from mine. “That ismyjob.”

I want to punch him and kiss him and beg him to just shut up and fuck me all at the same time, my mind is spinning. Before I can respond, he brings my hands to rest on his shoulders. He places a hand on my hip and his other hand on the zipper of my unbuttoned jeans and slowly pulls the zipper down.

His lips are against my ear, the warmth of his breath sending goosebumps down my spine. “Are you wet for me, sunshine?” He asks.

“Eddie,” I moan. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Pleasetouch me.”

I feel his smile against my ear. “Only because you said ‘please’.”

He slides his hand down the front of my jeans, his fingers sliding over my underwear down to the spot between my legs that is begging for his touch.

A groan escapes his throat as his fingers touch me through my underwear, feeling how wet I am. He circles his fingers over the cotton, sending a shockwave through my system, applying a perfect amount of pressure.

Eddie’s lips are back on mine, his mouth capturing the noises I make as his fingers slowly bring me closer and closer to the edge, and he hasn’t evenfullytouched me.

“More,” I say against his lips, and his lips curl upward as he slips his hand into my underwear, finding my clit again.

“You’re being such a good girl, baby,” he says before he slides a finger inside me, and I suck in a breath. I’m tip-toeing the edge, having not been touched like this in years, and Eddie is making me think I’ll never be the same after this. “Now, I want you to ride my fingers until you come,” he whispers. “Can you do that for me?”

He doesn’t wait for me to respond, starting off slow, the stretching sensation almost being too much. He moves his finger in and out of me before adding a second finger, and my hips begin to move on their own, my body chasing the release it so desperately needs.

“Fuck,” I say, a little too loud, so Eddie leans in capturing my lips in his, biting down on my lower lip as I get closer and closer to my orgasm.

He pulls back, and I see his wicked grin and darkened eyes through my partially closed eyes, clouded with need. “Shh, you have to be quiet, baby,” he coos. “This is our secret, right?”

I nod and close my mouth, trying to keep quiet. Eddie continues to watch me as I rock my hips against his palm as his fingers glide in and out of me.

“Fuck, you look so good fucking my fingers. Come for me.”

His words send me over the edge, and my climax completely takes hold of me, hitting me so hard I see stars. I’m taken to another world, feeling my mouth open, losing control within the pleasure, but Eddie’s hand covers my mouth with his other hand muffling my moans as I come undone.

When I come back to reality, Eddie carefully slides his fingers out of me, and I immediately feel empty. He drops his hand from my mouth, and clarity hits me like a bus as I open my eyes and find him staring back at me.

I hear a knock on the door I’m still pressed against, and it all comes back to me.

The green room.

The show.

The song.

Mateo telling me to focus on myself, not to get involved with Eddie.

And now there is someone at the door.

I quickly unwrap my arms from Eddie’s shoulders, realizing now my fingernails were digging so hard into his back that I’m sure I left imprints in his skin.

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