Page 123 of Ruthless Chaos
“Keep going until you find what feels good,” he says.
I do as he says. My fingers ghost over a bundle of nerves at the apex of my core, and the touch goes straight to my toes.
That must be my clit.
I rub the spot again, and my whole body is a heartbeat of pleasure. My breath picks up. This is amazing. How did I not figure this out before?
“You like that?” His voice is husky.
I nod. It’s a little like that night by the lake. Whatever he was doing to me with his fingers felt like this. Moving my fingers quicker, I massage my clit until I’m writhing, tingling all over.
My eyes close, my head falls back, and the feeling takes over.
It’s not a warm, pulse of pleasure anymore. It’s more desperate, my whole body feels like a livewire, like a wildfire that’s burning hotter and hotter.
I want more. No, I need more.
I go even faster, until I can barely keep still and my whole body is vibrating with need. My toes curl and my legs start to shake.
Fuck, this feels so good.
I grind my hips into my hand, hungry for more friction. And that sweet, sweet, bursting heat keeps building deep in my belly.
“You’re close,” Alexander groans, and my eyes snap open.
It takes my eyes a moment to focus on him.
He’s hovering over me. His pants are around his thighs, and he’s stroking his thick length, watching me with dazed eyes.
We’re suspended in time, like this. Lust wrapped around us, pulling us under into a hot wave of explosive pleasure.
I want him to get release, too.
I start performing for him.
I’m the sole object of his attention—he looks at me like I’m the only person in the world who can give him what he wants. I slip a finger inside myself then, pumping in tandem with massaging my clit.
Alexander grunts and starts to stroke himself quicker. The wet sounds of my fingers and our labored breathing fills the air.
I like the sound of it. It adds to my arousal.
I’msoclose. My core clenches around my finger.
“Be a good girl and come for me, sweetheart,” he says between gasps.
My voice is lost in my throat. I nod shakily.
His words are what pushes me over the edge—I want to behisgood girl
My whole body clenches so tight darkness swims at the edge of my vision. There are lights behind my eyes when I squeeze them shut, electricity dances across every inch of my skin. I can’t feel my toes or fingers, and wave after wave of hot, shuddering sensation washes over me.
I was floating, then I’m falling off a cliff into a vat of pure bliss.
Alexander curses under his breath, then the bed jerks under the weight of him. I crack my eyes open to see thick, white ribbons spurting from his length. It’s warm and wet on my leg, and there’s so much of it.
His body trembles and his eyes are squeezed shut.
A deep, guttural groan echoes in the room.
