Page 63 of Beautifully Ruined
“I—”
“It was rhetorical.” He moves, circling me. “Take it off.”
A thrum of sharp delight sings through me.
I do as he says. And I stand there, naked, in front of him and the world, and I don’t care about anything or anyone but him.
My juices slick down my upper thigh.
“I should make you walk up and down that street naked. But this time, I’ll keep you for myself.” And Cade pushes me against the tree, parting my thighs, and pushing two fingers into me as he starts to fuck me with them.
He hooks his fingers, and the motion with his thrusting is utterly divine.
“One day, I’ll tie you here, blindfolded, naked. Put a sign up, offering you for free. And you’ll love it, won’t you?”
“Yesss…”
He fucks me harder with his fingers. “You’re such a fucking filthy girl. You’d let me fuck your ass over that bench, wouldn’t you?”
Lightning fire of need sends a shockwave through me. “Yes.”
Yes, yes, I want him to. I want all of it. All the nasty, degraded things he can think of.
I need every one of his words.
He starts to stroke my clit with his thumb, and he leans in, “See how I’m standing? I’m letting whoever wants to see you get off watch. I want men to jerk off over you. And next time, I’m making you ride me reverse cowgirl, on that bench. Maybe I’ll get a spotlight for you. Christ, you’re almost coming, aren’t you?”
I whimper. I’m trying so hard to keep the waves at bay even as they keep trying to crash into me.
I want this to last. I want all his dirty words to tumble over me and keep tumbling, all the nasty things he plans to do. All the chasing me, chaining me, fucking me to an inch of my life, of making me live to worship his cock, of how he’s going to bury his face in my pussy and make me orgasm until I pass out. I don’t want to come, not yet, not until his litany is done.
“You’re so fucking wet, Vi. A dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
I moan.
“My slut. Fucking gorgeous and wild and utterly filthy.”
“Cade,” I moan.
“Open your eyes. Look at the world. And come for me.”
And I start to spasm, a wave of orgasmic bliss hits me just as I lock eyes on someone watching us from across the street.
Not just someone.
“Jack!”
And I lose it completely.
Horror mixes in with my orgasm. I can’t stop it, and I can’t stop looking at my ex.
I go stiff and turn into Cade hugging him close, trying to stop him.
“Jack!”
“Now, now, Vi. You’re making a habit out of saying other men’s names when I get you off, and I’m not sure I like it. Especially when it’s?—”
“No! Jack. He’s across the street.”
