Page 46 of Be Your Somebody
“Anything,” I reply, hoping she’ll allow me to continue.
“Can you do that thing you did earlier today with your hand?” My throat goes dry and my face grows hot.
“What thing?” I ask, feigning innocence. “You mean this?” I take my hand in hers, dragging it down my body towards my dick and pressing her hand against it. She grips it in her hand, but shakes her head.
“Was it when I touched you here?” My hands travel to her hips, gripping with gentle pressure. She bites her lower lip and shakes her head again.
“Then what do you want me to do with my hand, Avery?” My voice comes out rough and raspy.
“I think youknowwhat I want, Cas,” she whines, tone laced with desperation.
“I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you beg for it,” I whisper.
“Put yourhand on my neck and choke me like you did this morning. Please?” Avery begs, catching me off guard and stealing my breath. Who knew that underneath the innocent girl exterior is someone with a freaky side. As much as I want to do all these things to her, I remind myself to slow down.
“I will gladly do it, but baby?” I ask.
“Hmmm?” She peers up at me from under her long, dark lashes.
I slowly lean in to whisper in her ear. “Take my hand and place it there yourself,” I demand.
Avery’s eyes widen. I start to think that maybe I pushed it too far, but then her hand moves up and covers mine. There’s a brief hesitation, but what she does next has me wanting to screw the date. Just throw her over my shoulder and have my way with her. Avery places my hand on her exposed thigh and slowly glides it up her body. Her skin is silky smooth, I just want to sink my teeth into her thigh. Her black dress is as smooth as her skin as I feel it bunch underneath our hands. Avery is fully in charge here, making me want to get on my knees and worship her. My hand beneath hers moves painstakingly slow. She wants me to feel every inch of her and she knows it’s killing me. My hand finds her breast and I pause to squeeze it, noticing her head falling back, exposing her sexy as-sin throat. She only allows me to linger at her breast for a few seconds before my hand finally comes in contact with her throat.
“Cas, please,” she begs me a second time. That's all the invitation I need. My mouth comes down hard on hers, our teeth and tongues colliding and crashing into each other. Avery’s salted caramel taste mixes with my coffee aftertaste, the perfect combination of bitter and sweet. A perfect metaphor for who we are individually and how well we complement one another.
We stay locked in that moment, my hand sitting still on her neck as we kiss. She pulls my bottom lip into her mouth, biting and tugging with enough force that the hand that's placed on her neck squeezes in response. It sends her reeling. Her hand moves down my body too quickly for me to stop her, not that I wanted her to. She slips her hand inside my pants, an amazing feat considering the tension and hardness from my arousal has made my pants extremely tight. I assumed she would do what she did last time, sliding her hand up and down me.
The second Avery’s hand dips into my underwear and squeezes my painfully hard dick, my hips involuntarily thrust into her hand. The sensation of her warm hand stroking and squeezing feels so good that I almost don’t notice the pressure of my hand on her neck increasing. That sends her flying even higher, increasing her pace and causing enough friction to start a fire. I totally lose sight of where I am and what our plans are, but the feeling of me being close to coming snaps me back to reality. I pull my lips back from hers and loosen my grip on her neck. Her hand is still gripping me, but her stroking has stopped.
Both of us stare at each other, gasping for air. I can only imagine her heart beating as fast as my own. I look at Avery, my sweet, innocent goofball with a wild side and a take-charge attitude. Her hand still cups me. I place my hand on her wrist to try to remove it, but her squeeze only tightens, causing me to close my eyes.
I let out a slow and steady breath, hoping to cool my body down. “Avery, sweetheart, you arekilling meright now.”
“I know,” she answers so confidently, it borders on cocky.
“You haveno ideahow much I want to take you right here, but I promised you a date and I’m following through,” I say.
She sighs and playfully rolls her eyes. “Fine, we can go on this date, but when we get home, you better be prepared to continue where we left off,” she says, finally backing away and taking the warmth with her. I miss it already.
She bites her lip, her smile sinister. She seems very satisfied knowing I’m still hard as a rock. I, on the other hand, am far from satisfied. I quickly adjust myself, hoping to avoid public humiliation.
“Let’s go before—"
“Are those for me?” she asks.
“Hmm? Are what for you?” I ask, slightly confused. Then look down to where she is pointing. Oh shit, the flowers! I completely forgot about those.
“Shit, yeah, sorry! Meant to give those to you, but uh, I got distracted.” I lean down to pick them up and notice that many of the petals are either smashed or broken. “Well, theyweresupposed to be for you, but they seem squished and ripped now. I’m sorry, I can get you new ones and promise not to drop them.” I attempt to move past her to throw themaway, but her hand on my wrist stops me. I look up to see her eyes shimmer with unshed tears.
“Cas, I—no one has ever brought me flowers before,” she says before looking at me, blinking rapidly. Way to go, Cas. You made her cry. I reach my hand out to comfort her, but she stops me.
“Damn it, Cas, are youtryingto make me look like a raccoon? I need a minute to blink away the tears so my make up stays put,” she says. What does she mean, no one’s ever bought her flowers? Have theyseenhow Avery looks?
“I don't understand how no one has ever bought you flowers?” I say, dumbfounded.
“Well, I, uh—I've never really been with long enough for them to get me flowers before,” she says, looking away with sudden shyness. Her first confession shocked me, but this one floors me.
“Avery, how is that even possible? I mean,lookat you. Not only are you breathtakingly beautiful, but you have a heart of gold that any man would be lucky to have. I find it hard to believe that anyone lucky enough to date you wouldn't want to do so seriously,” I say with slight irritation.
