Page 26 of Tortured Whispers
“I want to stop,” I told him. My words got stuck in my head and I couldn’t express myself the way I wanted.
So fucking stupid, Brooklyn.
“I know it’s not black and white but I want that to be the main goal,” His touch was feather soft as he stroked my hair. I slid my legs over his letting the prickly sensation tickle my calves.
“I’m going to twy,” I told him.
“Thank you. I worry about you so much and I want better for you. Maybe it’s selfish but…Brook, I can’t think about anything happening to you. What if you cut too deep or one too many times?” I could feel his heart thumping through his chest and I wanted to listen to that sound on repeat until I fell asleep.
I hated how sad he sounded.
He cared about me.
Me.
Stupid, fucked in the head Brooklyn. Someone actually cared about me.
“I won’t leave you either, Cease,” I whispered. He squeezed me and buried his nose in my hair, taking a slow, deep breath that left goosebumps along my shoulders.
“Thank you,” he said touching my cheek. I struggled against my own desire, pressing my thighs together, praying he couldn’t tell how wet my panties were. I wanted to steal that moment and keep it for myself. I wanted to sneak away in the shower and rub my pussy while I thought about Caesar.
He stroked my hair over and over until a rogue moan floated into the air from my mouth. Cease slid thumb along my bottom lip then replaced his thumb with his tongue. Heat spilled into my belly and stretched up to my chest then my throat, making my neck flush.
I met his kiss with my lips and slipped my tongue into his mouth. He tasted it like it was a piece of candy. He was so strong but his kiss was so gentle. For the first time, I felt like I was floating instead of drowning.
I pushed my fingers through his dark hair and gripped it tight at the back of his head. He pulled away putting centimeters between our shaky breaths. He rubbed his nose against mine before he dropped kisses to my neck that made me squirm. The pressure building between my thighs was so intense I could have blacked out right there in his bed.
His lips stopped moving right at my throat. He stayed there unmoving, pushing out heavy puffs of air. He was barely contained and I was mist. I was vapor. I’d come undone after the first kiss and I didn’t want to pull myself together.
Caesar cleared his throat and moved away but not too far. “We should um…we should get some rest,” he told me.
“W-What?” I stammered.
“Brook, let’s go to sleep. We can’t…we can’t go beyond that. Fuck, even that was too much.”
“But it was perfect,” I reasoned.
“It was…so much more,” he shook his head and fell against his pillow. “We can’t though. We shouldn’t. Let’s get some rest.” His words were disjointed but my mind was too fuzzy to protest.
Maybe sleep was better than trying to untangle everything that happened between us. That’s what I was going to tell myself anyway. So I faded into sleep.
But…
I couldn’t stay asleep. That kiss still burned and tingled on my lips. I still felt his breath on me even though he was sleeping. I turned over in bed to look at him. His full lips begged for a kiss but I stayed put just staring at him like a creep.
His facial hair was thicker since he hadn’t shaved. I liked it. I ran the pads of my fingers over the prickly hair. My clit throbbed thinking about how his stubble would tickle between my legs.
My teeth found my bottom lip and my hand found its way to my wet panties. Fuck, they were soaked. My eyes were drawn to something in the dark. It took me a moment to realize the bulge I was looking at was Caesar’s erection.
Holy shit.
Don’t touch it, Brooklyn.
Don’t touch it, Brooklyn.
Don’t fucking touch it.
I reached out and slid my hand along his hard-as-steel cock then choked back a groan. I slipped my hand inside of my panties and rubbed my needy clit in circles. I was panting so rapidly that my lips turned dry.
