Page 72 of Mayhem

“Now lay back on the bed.”

I do as he asks.

“Okay,” I tell him as I shift, growing wet.

“Good. Now I want you to trail your fingers up your stomach,” he rasps as he grips on to the dresser. Knuckles turning white.

Leaning back, I let out a shaky breath as I trail my fingers from my hips toward my breasts.

“Cup your breasts. Imagine it’s me.”

I can’t help but gasp as I do as he says. My body tingling. My eyes fall shut as I squeeze them again, picturing Chase’s calloused hands instead of mine.

“Eyes on me,” he growls.

I open my eyes and see his head turned, peering over his shoulder, looking pained.

“Chase,” I whimper.

“I want you to take your pointer and middle finger and put them in your mouth. Suck on them. Get them nice and wet.”

I do as he says, imagining they were his fingers and moan.

“Now take them and lightly rub them on your nipples.”

I do as he says and shiver.

“Tweak your nipples,” he pants.

I tweak them and can’t help but shudder, squeezing my legs together.

“Chase,” I plead.

“God, Willow,” he moans, shaking his head, breathing hard. “I will not touch her,” he chants to himself as he walks backward until the back of his knees hit the bed. He sits down, leaning forward and resting his head in his hands.

“What now, Chase?”

“I want you to trail one hand back down your body. Spread your legs,” he chokes out.

My eyes flutter shut as I lightly touch myself.

“Willow,” he murmurs.

I open my eyes and meet his in the mirror in front of us. I watch him as he watches me. My legs fall open and I watch as his eyes shudder closed. He licks his lips, breathing hard as he opens his eyes again.

“Touch yourself.”

I run my fingers through my folds. Gasping at how wet I am. My back arches as I dip a finger inside myself. Sliding out, I add a second finger, whimpering.

“Touch your clit,” he begs, jerking his hands through his hair.

I drag my fingers out of my channel and circle my clit. I shudder in pleasure. Instinctively, my eyes and legs start to close. My eyes flutter open as I gasp when I feel his warm palm land on my calf.

“Keep your legs spread. I want to see you,” he says, still staring at me through the mirror.

I concentrate on how his hand feels on me, gripping my leg as I circle myself faster.

“Chase,” I beg, not knowing what I need.

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