Page 26 of The Masks We Wear

I wrap my arms around his neck as his hands start to wander up my thighs. I’m still fully clothed which is frustrating and I wrap my legs around his waist, bringing his hard length down to my aching center. He pulls away, “What’s wrong, LittleRockstar? You’re squirming.” He smirks, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me and why I’m moving so much.

I breathe into his mouth, “You know what.”

“I don’t. I think you’ll have to tell me.”

I keep my jaw clenched tight and I don’t speak.

He cocks his head at me, “Do you want something from me?” He asks as his hand finds my ass and he digs his fingers into the soft flesh, squeezing in question.

A small moan escapes my throat as he shifts and his cock rubs against my center through both of our clothes. “Do you?” He urges when I still don’t speak.

I’m so desperate for him to touch me, to give mesomethingthat I gasp, “Yes.”

“What do you want?” He urges, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

He’s really gonna drag every word out of me. I know he won’t give me what I want unless I admit it so I decide to give in, but I force confidence into my voice. “I want you to fuck me.”

He groans, satisfied with my admission as he rubs himself against my center. A second later, his mouth crashes back down to mine. Does this mean he’s gonna give me what I want?

Harvey’s hand moves until it finds my center. He palms my pussy through my sweats and I’m almost positive he can feel the warmth at my center, begging for release. He finds my clit through my sweatpants and uses his thumb to build pressure as he moves it in slow circles, his mouth never leaving mine.

A moan tears from my throat as the pressure builds and the warmth only grows between my legs. The sound I make must encourage him because his hand dips into my pants and under my panties until he finds my folds, slick with need for him. A low growl escapes his lips when he finds just how wet I am for him. “You’re soaked for me, Little Rockstar. I thought you hated me.” He teases.

“I do,” I argue as his thick index finger pushes inside of me. Icry out at the sensation.

“But you don’t hate when I finger fuck you.” He doubts. “Do you?”

My back arches as he pushes another finger inside, stretching me as his fingers find a rhythm. He uses his thumb to rub circles on my clit and I pant. “Do you?” He presses, his voice hard.

I cry out as he finds that very specific spot inside of me. The pressure on that spot along with the sensation of his thumb on my clit is enough to have my head reeling, so much so that my words just spill out of me. “No, I don’t hate it.”

“I know you do.” He kisses my jaw and then my neck, his tongue licking the skin. “You’re a dirty little rockstar, aren’t you?”

He works me so hard a fogginess forms in my mind and I become putty in his hands. “Yes.”

“Say it.” He commands.

“I’m a dirty little rockstar.”

He growls into my ear, “Good girl.” His fingers start to move faster and I cry out, my back arching so high up, but he uses his other hand to keep me where he wants me.

I feel the heat growing in the sensitive bundle of nerves he’s not sparing, and I know my orgasm is cresting. The slickness of my own arousal coats the inside of my thighs and I feel like such a mess of my own juices and the sweat beading the exposed skin of my neck and forehead. “Oh, God,” I cry out as I almost reach my climax.

“Are you gonna come?” He asks, his tone intense. He seems almost as out of breath as I am, though I know my rapid and short breaths are much worse.

“Yes, yes, I’m gonna come,” I moan so loud around the last word.

He picks up his pace. “If you want to come, you have to ask nicely.”

What an absolute motherfucker. If he didn’t have me in such a compromising position, I’d tell him to kiss my ass and then I’d probably find a way to piss him off either by plotting another escape or by destroying his personal property. However, I can’t do that at the moment. I’m too desperate to come and I feel it. It’s so close. I’ve never begged for anything before, but there’s something about Harvey that makes me do things I’ve never done before and makes me say things I’ve never said. When he has me like this, there really isn’t much I wouldn’t do if he asked me too, not if it makes me feel this good. And I’ve never felt something so good, so intense. “Please, let me come.” I beg, my eyes squeezing shut with my embarrassment.

I can hear the grin in his voice, “I didn’t know you could be so obedient when you want to come. If I knew that three weeks ago, I would’ve just finger fucked you sooner.” He says arrogantly as he presses harder against my g-spot. I cry out in response, “Now come,” He demands, and I come immediately around his fingers, my walls tightening in response. My whole-body shudders as my orgasm shoots through me in waves and my eyes practically roll to the back of my head.

We both pant and when the aftereffects of my orgasm finally settle, he removes his fingers and sucks them into his mouth, licking and sucking my juices off himself. Once he’s satisfied with his work, he looks down at me and takes in my disheveled state.

The air goes silent between us, no filthy words and no witty remarks. I watch as his entire focus shifts and his conscience must kick in. He doesn’t look relaxed and at ease anymore, a man given in to his desires. He goes back to the arrogant and infuriating babysitter I met the day Selene informed me my life would be changing for the next three months. He shoves away from me and rises, his eyes avoiding mine. The look that flashes across his face is regret mixed with shock and guilt. He stormsout of the room without another word leaving me alone, post orgasm, with a wet spot on my sweatpants and the taste of him on my lips.

Chapter 14

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