Page 8 of Ring Me

Something sinister crossed his face. “And did you pet that cute little pussy of yours?”

Holy hell. “I did, yeah.”

“Show me.”

Chewing my bottom lip, I lifted my hands to my bra straps. “You want me to... to play with myself, in front of you?”

“In front of thousands, actually.” Reaching over, he turned his phone on, and after a single tap, I saw myself reflected back. He was recording me.

I snapped my wide eyes to Conner, horrified he'd betray me like this. He must have sensed my anger, because his forehead crinkled upwards. With a single long, serious stare, then a subtle shake of his head, he made it clear he wasn't really recording me.

I breathed out shakily. Trust him. If you can't, then you shouldn't be in this room with him. “No! I can't do that!” I shouted. “I refuse!”

“I was hoping you'd say that. This was getting to be too easy.” Conner reached down, undoing the button of his jeans. The sound of his zipper splitting apart slid between my ribs, into my heart. As he pushed his belt down his legs, taking his pants with it, he exposed his tight, light gray boxer-briefs. His penis arched against the fabric, eager to escape.

Peeling off his shirt, he let it join the pile of clothes at his feet, kicking his boots off so he could approach the bed. One hand casually squeezed his cock through his underwear; his eyes stayed on me the whole time. “Touch yourself,” he demanded.

I gave my head a weak shake.

Conner grabbed my ankles, pulling me towards him until I was on my back, feet in the air on either side of his hips. His grin was like a crescent moon above me. “Guess I'll have to make you want to do it,” he said.

“Impossible.”

His eyes twinkled, loving my subtle dare. “There's a reason I'm the one who was sent to ruin you, little lamb.” Catching my wrists in a fist, he stretched them over my head. “I know how to drive a girl wild. I'll have you begging me to finger your pretty pussy. You'll do anything I ask soon enough.”

My breasts swelled in my bra as I took in a sharp breath. I couldn't get enough air—everything in my skull was constricting. “Fuck you,” I panted.

“If you ask nicely, maybe.” Arching his hips, he ground his erection on the front of my wet panties. A spark of pure pleasure rocketed from my clit to my belly to my brain, and I threw my head back on the blankets, moaning.

Conner groaned, too, his cock thickening. In a slow, deliberate motion, he rocked his hips again, creating a constant sensation of my clit being rubbed. Heat swirled in my center—my nipples throbbed in my bra. He wasn't lying; he knew how to drive me wild.

Reaching under me, he unclasped my bra, then let my wrists go so he could yank it off and toss it aside. I expected him to hold me down again but instead, he placed my palms onto my own breasts. “Go on,” he insisted.

“I said no—ooh,” I whimpered as his erection caressed my pussy.

He shifted his body, flexing his muscular ass and thighs so he could grind on me as he spoke. “Play with your tits, Cherry. Touch yourself for me. I want to see you do it. And it's obvious you're aching to.”

I shook my head, even as my fingers brushed my taut nipples. They were sensitive from arousal; my gentle touch made me light headed. “Dammit,” I groaned, closing my eyes, teasing myself.

“Good girl. That's it.” Conner kept rubbing his shaft on me. The only thing separating our bodies was our pathetically thin underwear. His heat was a roaring fire I couldn't ignore, and my own inner thighs were slippery with lust.

My eyes fluttered open—he was staring at my mouth. Before I thought it through, I leaned up on my elbows, kissing him. His shock was obvious, but he didn't resist. Circling his strong arms around me, he pressed me onto the mattress, our lips latching together. His tongue fought mine, taking control in that hidden part of my body. I explored the edges of his teeth, tasted the sweetness of gin.

I'd never planned to kiss him.

But I hadn't said it was against the rules.

“Fuck,” he snarled as be broke away. His pupils were dilated, blacker than the unexplored sections of the universe. I was open-mouthed, gasping for air. My lungs burned—how long had we kissed for?

Conner fit his hand onto mine, fingers in the gaps, linking us tight. With clear expectation, he set my hand onto my panties and backed away. He moved smoothly until he stood next to his phone. I was the only one in frame—seeing myself, spread on the bed, breasts exposed, panties a wreck, skin pink from passion... it was surreal. I didn't recognize myself.

Tracing two fingers over my slit, I spread my knees wider, pushing my panties to the side, showing off my glistening labia. When I massaged my nub, pleasure rushed through me like an electric shock. I was tighter than a coiled spring—I was going to come fast at this rate and I'd barely touched myself.

There was motion to my left. I drew in a raspy breath when I saw Conner had slid his cock out and was jerking it furiously. The sight of his unhampered sexual desires sent me into a fervor. My pussy clenched, hugging empty air, imagining his thickness inside of it.

“Do you want this?” he asked hoarsely.

“Yes,” I said, and it came out like a whine.

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