Page 18 of Beneath the Scars
“You’re so fucking tight, Adalaide. Imagine what it’s going to feel like with my cock inside you.”
I moan at the image. His one finger is an overload on its own. I can’t imagine what his dick will feel like.
The wet sounds of my pussy would be mortifying if I weren’t so caught up in the way he’s making me feel with his hand. He adds a second finger to the first, and I cry out, dropping my head to land on the back of the chair. I clench my hands tightly on the armrests to keep from grabbing Michael’s wrist.
I’m so overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my body. Flames are scorching at my center. An explosion isimminent, and I’m terrified of what will happen afterward, yet I want to find out so fucking badly.
Michael presses his thumb against my clit, and it’s over.
I come so hard, my entire body tenses with the force. The sensations pour over me in waves, radiating from my core, until I collapse back into the chair, breathing heavily, dizzy even with my eyes closed.
Michael slowly pulls his fingers out of me. I crack my eyes open to find him licking his palm, his tongue sliding all the way up to his fingers before he sucks them into his mouth. That’s so dirty. Holy shit.
His eyes are locked on mine, lust making them appear almost black.
He leans in to kiss me, my essence still on his lips. A part of me wants to balk, but I’m mostly intrigued. What would we taste like together? Is it as addictive as I imagine it would be? Or is it just Michael’s effect on me?
I don’t have time to think too hard about it. Michael is pressing the sweetest kiss against my lips. There’s so much gratitude in it that I’m almost brought to tears.
I’ve loved this man for the majority of my life. Now I just have to prove to him that I’ll never betray that love.
Chapter 10
Addie
The front door slamming feels like the final nail in the coffin of my past. There’s no going back after tonight. Michael and I are irrevocably changed.
I lean my head against the wood, ignoring the way it digs into the back of my skull. My thoughts are a chaotic mess ofholy shitandwhat the fuck are we doing?To say tonight didn’t go how I expected would be an understatement. I’m not entirely sure what I thought would happen, but it sure wasn’t getting fingered until I exploded.
I shiver at the memory.
“Ads?” Dad’s voice startles me, and I crack my head against the door. I have got to stop standing at the front door, contemplating my life choices.
“Ouch.” I rub the sore spot.
“Sorry, sweetheart.”
I wave him off. “It’s fine. It’s what I get for getting lost in my own world for a minute.”
He scans my face as if he knows something’s up. For half a second, I’m terrified that he’ll figure out I had my firstsexual experience with a man tonight, but I discard the thought immediately.
I push off the door and make my way toward him. He’s got on plaid pajama pants and a white T-shirt. “It’s late. What are you still doing up?”
“I remembered a few things I want to talk to Max about tomorrow, but then I realized I left my phone in the kitchen,” he says. Max and Dad own a construction company together.
An indulgent smile fills my face. That’s so typical of my absent-minded father. He’s usually great about mitigating his ADHD tendencies, but it’s not always a foolproof system.
“So you’ve been up for the last hour messing around on your phone?”
Dad lets out a self-deprecatory laugh. “Busted.”
We move into the kitchen together, and he goes straight to the stove. Liquid gets poured into a mug as wafts of chocolate permeate the room. Dad sets the cup of hot chocolate in front of me before sitting next to me at the counter. I guess he also decided to have a late-night snack.
“You’re getting home late.”
I freeze. Normally, he doesn’t call me out on my movements when I come home. There’s a sort of understanding between my parents and me that even though I’m living at home again, they don’t typically question where I’ve been.
Dad reaches over to squeeze my forearm. “That wasn’t a rebuke or me trying to pry. It was just the first thing I thought to say.”
