Page 59 of False Start
I look up at her.
God, I want her so much. I want to feel her in every crevice of my body, deep inside my soul. But I’ll settle for this, whatever the fuck it is.
Lifting my arms up and without another word she helps the shirt come off. I slide off my derby shorts andpanties, before I lower, the buzzing head of the wand hitting my clit just right and forcing me the rest of the way down, the front end of her shoe right below my cunt while I press into her leg. “Oh fuck,” I gasp, the intensity almost too much at first, so I try to back away.
Her hand finds the side of my head and holds me in place. “Stay right there.”
I’m overwhelmed and overloaded, and I feel the tightening in my core already winding, ready to unravel and explode in a frenzy.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, realizing she has yet to let me be the one who deals out pleasure.
“You can hold on to me.” She grants me permission, but it’s so specific, I dare not mess it up.
My fingers grip her thigh through the fabric of her pants as my other hand reaches up higher, holding onto a hip as the sensation climbs and I get closer to the edge of that cliff. She’s tense at first, but when my hands don’t stray, only grasp, she finally relaxes, looking down at me with those bright green eyes.
She tilts her foot up, the sudden change in angle sending a jolt through my most sensitive parts and ripping a drawl of pleasure from within me.
“Fuck,” I moan, a muted gargle of noise through the fabric of her clothes I’m still pressed against.
“You’re doing so good.” The praise suddenly reminds me what all of this is.
A distraction.
Burning time to keep me sober.
She’s done a great job of it, but now, with my heart in her hands, I’m not sure I can walk away.
When Cat Harvey is bored of making me come, where does that leave me?
Back at Ryan Lee’s door for my next hit?
My thoughts are at war with my body, making it impossible to focus on the pleasure of the wand, the vibration starting to dull the nerves on my clit as my orgasm climbs further out of reach.
“Out of your head,” she commands like she can read my thoughts and moves the position of her boot again, this time the head of the wand reaching lower and sending the vibration deeper into my center.
“Shit.” My fingers are piercing into her leg and her side, but she says nothing about it.
Her hand is still holding the back of my skull, her fingers sliding through my hair, taking a fistful in her grip as she pulls my head away from her thigh and forces me to look at her. “Are you going to come on my boot for me, Antônia?”
I nod, and just like that, she moves her foot again, a shockwave of pleasure ripping through my entire body. It’s the kind where I can’t move, speak, or breathe—I can only wait for it to pass through me completely.
And it’s a full detangling of my psyche.
I’m panting, still clinging to her leg with one hand while the other is holding me up on the ground, the wet sound of the vibrator stuttering against the pool of arousal on her boot is loud and awkward. It almost makes me feel something akin to shame for how I just got off.
But I don’t flick the switch.
I wait for her to reach down and do it, and then I help her with the straps of the harness. It’s messy, my cum coating the entire top of the boot, spilling over as it collects on the ground just beneath. As if she can sense my embarrassment, she reaches under my chin to lift my gaze back up to her.
“That’s my girl.” Her thumb grazes the side of my cheek.
I’m a puddle again, melting at the feeling of what it’s like to be claimed as someone else’s.
As hers.
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