Page 70 of Breaking Point

Everything burns inside me as I realize exactly what he means bylast night.

He heard me touch myself. He heard me moan. And writhe. Which means he knows that I didn’t finish- that I couldn’t without the thought of him filling my head.

I’m sure if he could see me, I’d be bright red. But I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing what he does to me. So I stand, moving to march past him until he throws an arm in my path, halting me. We’re not touching. The hazy line between us is still there, but the distinction doesn't matter.

This close, I can see the dark of Crew’s eyes, the messy strands of his grown-out hair, the lean lines of his body. He places both arms next to my head, flattening me against the wall.

“What if?” I begin quietly, his breath fanning my cheek. “Just once…”

“I said I wouldn’t touch you…” he murmurs. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t watch you. Justonce.”

I want him to touch me… but having him watch me touch myself…

Somehow the thought is both erotic and sensual.

“I’ve never…” I swallow when his eyes dip to my mouth.

He leans down, close enough I can feel his breath against my cheek. “You’ve never touched yourself in front of someone before?”

I shake my head, suddenly dumbfounded as he lifts to his full height to look at me again.

His eyes dart to my door. “You trust me?”

I nod without hesitation, without thinking, but I know it’s only because it’s the truth.

I trust him with my life.What’s a little more?

“Show me…” he says, lips skimming my hair. “How you make yourself come.”

He pushes off the wall as I stumble toward my door. He stops at the threshold as my knees hit my bed. I bounce on the mattress. In the lamplight, his eyes follow my movements, and I suddenly flood with confidence.

My movements are slow, sensual as I drag my shorts down over my hips. My panties are next. I gasp with anticipation, the aching between my legs unbearable as I lean across the mattress for my vibrator. Nervousness dances across my skin as I look back, unsure of whether to continue but when I see his erection straining against his pants, I shove the thoughts aside.

I lean back on my elbows as I spread my legs. His eyes darken when he sees my bare pussy. I quiver as I press the switch and the vibrator hums to life. The second I press the silicone head to my clit, my body jumps like a live wire. My backarches as my head hits the bed. I bite down just to contain my gasp as a wave of arousal hits me, swallowing my senses.

“Wider,” he instructs, and my body complies. My legs part as I press the vibrator down harder. The sensation sends another wave of pleasure over my body, and this time, I can’t stop the moan that escapes me, loud and breathy. “That’s it,” he praises, and I arch my back, pressing into my touch.

I can feel an orgasm building in my stomach- all the tension, the aching, coming to a point. But I need more.

“Is this how you touch yourself at night?” he husks as I up the speed. I feel myself inching closer to the edge.

“Please,” I beg, though I don’t know what for.

For him, maybe.

For release. For anything.

“Please what, Princess?” he says, eyes hooded as he watches me. Just the feeling of his eyes makes my blood heat. But just as quickly as it came, I lose it, and I huff as I fall limp against the bed.

I shake my head.. “I-I can’t like this. I need… I need you to touch me.”

“Olivia,” he breathes in warning, and I know it’s because we can’t.

We can’t do this- we shouldn’t.But we’ve already crossed so many lines to get here.Why not this one?

As soon as the thought happens, he steps forward. I look at him through my lashes, watching him wrestle with his self-restraint. But when I see the arousal in his eyes, the battle so clearly warring in him, I feel it again.

Confidence, arousal, desire.

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