Page 76 of Fang
As we head toward my room, Biggy catcalls us. I stop walking and turn to give him a piece of my mind, but Cami yanks on my hand.
“He’s not worth it. Come on.”
I know she’s right, so I lead her to my room. When we step inside, I lock the door.
“Tell me what you need.”
“A T-shirt to sleep in and cuddles.”
I raise a brow. “Cuddles?”
A blush covers her cheeks. “Yeah, unless you don’t want to.”
“Little dancer, I’m going to cuddle the fuck out of you.” I reach over and grab a clean shirt off the top of my dresser and hand it to her. “Now put this on and get in bed.”
After taking off my clothes, I get into bed with her and pull her to my side. She rests her head on my chest.
“I’m sorry about him.”
She kisses my chest, right over my heart. “It’s not your fault.”
We talk softly back and forth until her breathing evens out. Only when I know she’s asleep do I shut my eyes.
“Jensen.” The moan slips from me as I attempt to get my bearings.
The pleasure continues to assault me, not giving me a chance to fully wake up. Then it hits.
An orgasm.
I scream out, my body giving into the pleasure without my permission. I’m panting by the time I am able to focus again.
Looking down, I find a man who looks thoroughly pleased with himself.
“Good morning,” I rasp, my throat raw from screaming.
“Morning, little dancer. How did you sleep?” he says teasingly.
I snort. “Fine, until I was woken up.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you’d rather sleep than have an orgasm. That means I’m not doing my job. Maybe I should go again.”
He moves like he is going to lick me again, but I push on his forehead.
“I’m way too sensitive for round two. That was an amazing way to wake up.”
“Good.” He pulls himself up next to me, kissing my lips.
I can feel his hard-on against my thigh, making me realize I actually want to do something about it. Not because I want to repay him, but he has made me feel safe to explore my sexuality. This is part of it.
“I want to…um…” I stammer.
“What do you want to do? Sit on my face? Bring it on.” He smirks.
I shake my head. “I want to touch it,” I tell him.
He quirks his head to the side. “It? If you can’t say the word, I don’t think you should.”
I roll my eyes. “I want to touch your cock.”
