Page 82 of Renegade Rift

“But not below the waist.”

“No,” I whine, wanting to chase the storm weaving its tendrils around my spine.

It crosses my mind to disobey, but guilt rears its ugly face and ever the habitual rule follower, I lower my hands back to my sides.

Ford chuckles. “I promise, the wait will be worth it. Trust me.”

“I do.” And I mean it with every fiber of my being.

“Fuck.” The curse rolls off his tongue like velvet. “You have no idea what those two words do to me.”

“Tell me.”

“Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I want you to slip your hand outside the sheet andlower it to your thigh. Run it up your side, across your hip, and over the swell of your breasts. Without touching your nipple, circle it. Once. Twice. Three times.”

My hips jerk of their own accord and a whisper of a mewl escapes me.

“Now take your finger, trail it up your chest, past your neck, to those soft pillowy lips of yours. Slip it between your lips and get your finger nice and wet for me.”

I’m sucked beneath the waves, his voice commanding me and my fingers an extension of him.

“Good girl. I can hear you suckle your finger, and it’s driving me crazy. The way I wish I was there. That it wasn’t your finger between your lips.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him we could change that, but I don’t want him here. He’s exactly where I need him. On the phone, guiding me, giving me the freedom to explore what I need.

But holy hell, is it a giant turn on to think that he wants to watch.

“Now, take your other hand and do the same. Then I want you to take those wet fingers and push down the sheet enough that you can touch your nipples.”

I follow his directions, pooling the sheet at my hips and waiting with bated breath for his next instructions.

“Roll your nipples between your wet fingers and imagine they’re my lips. Sucking and pulling on your tit.”

“Ugh,” I moan louder than I intended.

My embarrassment is immediate until Ford releases a sinful growl. “Fuck, the sounds you make are so damn sexy.”

“Please, Ford.”

“That first word wasn’t on your approved list, but I do love hearing you beg, so I’ll allow it.”

My jaw drops at the same time heat floods my belly in a way I wasn’t expecting. Tyler never asked me to beg. He never asked for my input at all when it came to any of our bedroom activities. So, imagine my surprise to find that begging Ford to give me what I want is an absolute turn-on.

I test my theory, allowing myself to sink into the primal want swirling in my core. “Please. I need a release. Please help me come, Ford.”

“Fuck. Me.” He punches each word, and I feel the staccatos in the pulse of my clit.

Yup. I definitely think he enjoys that as much as I do.

“Do you know how fucking sexy it is to hear you ask for what you want?” he groans. “Do you know what that does to me?”

“Tell me, Ford. Please, tell me.” I can’t stop myself. The needy, wanton part of my soul has taken over, and all I can focus on is chasing the lightning ready to strike us both.

“My dick is weeping for you, Juliet.” Raw need echoes in his words. “I’m trying so fucking hard to let this be your moment, but just listening to you has me on the verge of coming in my pants.”

“Then let’s go together,” I plead. “Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. We can come together.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he moans, rushed and desperate. “Slide your hand down your body and rest it on top of what I am sure is a beautiful pussy. Just rest it there, feel the heat rising, the tensing need low in your belly. Let your legs fall open.”

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