Page 83 of Fear the Flames
“Please let me touch you,” he groans against my neck. “I need to touch you. Let me take care of you.” One of his hands moves to the pulsing sensation between my legs, and he presses his thumb into the spot above my panties where I need him most. I can’t speak through the relief it gives me to feel his finger there. “I need you to use your words, beautiful. Tell me if this is okay.”
“Yes! Please…yes,” I choke out.
“Thank the fucking gods,” he mutters before carrying me to the couch in the room, placing me on top of him. He pushes my panties to the side and slides two long fingers into me.
I shove my head into the crook of his neck and let out a loud moan. My body trembles while he strokes his fingers in and out of me in a slow, torturous rhythm. “You’re so wet,” he practically moans. “Is this all for me?” I keep my head buried in his neck. Yes, this is all for him. There were at least forty people in that room, but not even one of them drew my attention. He drives his fingers deeper into me. “Answer me,” he demands.
“Yes,” I moan.
I don’t know how he affects me so much.
I hate that he affects me this much.
I kiss my way up his neck and don’t stop until my lips find his again. His kisses consume me, his fingers overrule me, and all I can feel is him. We’ve done so much teasing tonight that I’m already close to my breaking point. My body feels like it’s on fire, and he stokes the flames with every stroke of his fingers.
“Ride my fingers like you would ride my cock,” he mumbles against my lips.
“Have you been fantasizing about me, soldier?” I quirk a brow and reach for his belt. “Perhaps it is I that will turn you into a screamer.”
He lets out a dark chuckle and rips my hands away from his waist, halting his fingers inside of me. “Elowen, when I fuck you, it’s not going to be in some seedy brothel. It’s going to be somewhere that I can make you come so many times that your throat will be hoarse from screaming my name.” His fingers resume their movements at a languid pace. “I’m going to fuck the idea of me only being your ally right out of your pretty little mind.”
I grow wetter at his words, and I know he can feel it too. His breaths have turned shallow, and he looks like he regrets denying me and wants to pin me on the couch and take me right here.
He swallows and locks his jaw. “Ride my fingers,” he grits out.
I do as he says and rock my hips onto his fingers. I roll them slowly, wanting to feel his fingers press against every nerve they can while also giving him his fantasy about how I would ride him. A shudder travels up my spine when his fingers press into the spot I want them. I place my hands on the back of his neck and bounce right there.
“You have no idea how much my tongue envies my fingers right now.” I don’t respond to his words because I can feel myself about to finish. He drills his fingers into me, no longer wanting me to ride him. I feel like I can’t breathe. This pleasure is overwhelming. “You said tonight is fake, yes?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He presses his sweaty forehead into mine. His eyes are crazed and blaze with a fierce intensity. “You’re not going to give me something fake because this is so fucking real right now. Moan my name because I’m making you feel like this.”
I open my mouth to say his name, but I’m cut off by the sheer magnitude of what he’s doing to me. Another whimper slips from my lips as a rolling sense of pleasure courses through me. He licks his lips, “One day, my tongue is going to replace my fingers, then my cock will replace my tongue. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, angel? You want me to fuck you until all you can think about is how good I make you feel.”
“Cayden,” I moan, digging my nails into the back of his neck, unable to answer his questions, and too sure of myself to deny the truth they hold.
“I’m right here, and you’re almost there.” He uses his other hand to rub my clit, and I bury my head in his neck again to muffle some of the sounds coming out of me. He yanks on my hair and forces me to look at him while my pleasure is driven to its peak. My eyes roll back in my head, and I scream his name as he drills his fingers into me, wringing every ounce of pleasure he can get from me. I collapse against him, a mess of whimpers and moans as I cling onto his sweaty skin for dear life.
He releases my hair and slides his hand down my spine in long, languid strokes. I gather myself enough to sit up and look at him. I thought I would feel embarrassed if something like this happened between us, but I feel the farthest thing from it. I feel like I want to stay here for a while longer. He presses a kiss to my temple and takes his fingers out of me. I thought he would wipe them on his pants, but he brings them to his mouth, and his eyes roll back in his head when he tastes me.
My gaze flashes toward his belt, “I want to do something that you’ll enjoy too.”
“Believe me, you just did,” he says while continuing his comforting strokes. “Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
“Are you sure?” I ask while picking at the sheer fabric of my skirt, feeling guilty for not giving him anything in return.
He takes my face in his hands. “I’m absolutely certain,” he assures me, bringing my lips to his and repeatedly placing soft and sweet kisses. His thumbs glide across my cheeks, and I smile against his lips.
“I think we did a good job,” I wink.
He laughs softly, dancing his fingers over my back again. “We did. One of the guys took someone down outside of the door.”
“How do you know?” I shoot upright. All my relaxation has been replaced by high-alert nerves.
“I could see the light dancing under the door. It’s why I didn’t take you over to the bed.” He was watching my back the whole time. I had completely forgotten to focus; I was too overwhelmed by him.
“Is that the only reason, soldier? Remember what I said about the importance of communication.” I cross my arms over my chest.
