Page 92 of The Cabin

I pull my arms out of both of my straps and take a moment to grab my breasts. His eyes are anguished, all but popping out of their sockets. “God, those tits, Sol…”

Grayson lunges like he’s going to suck one of my nipples and I lean back a little, never stopping my massaging.

“Grayson,” I warn.

“We’d…we’d have to go somewhere more private, and I’d wrap your legs around my waist, kissing and sucking where I can reach until we get to our personal pool.” Making eye contact, I pinch my nipples through the fabric and whine a little at how sensitive they are. “Jesus Christ.” His curses have me soaking through the panties he bought me.

I encourage him to continue with a very purposeful grind of my pussy against the front of his jeans. The sound that comes out of his mouth is desperate. “Okay, okay, okay. Uh. I’d dip us into the water, pushing you up against the side of the pool, loosening the strings of your bathing suit and letting it fall off into the water. Fuck, your tits look so good when they’re wet. So sexy.”

Leaning over him I press his face into my breasts, having him sink down between them, and then pulling away enough to brush each nipple over his mouth once or twice. “You almost got to recreate that in that creek we swam in, didn’t you?”

His lips move against my chest. “I was so fucking hard seeing you in that bikini. I didn’t know how to get out of the water without you seeing everything.”

“It didn’t matter. I felt it when you grabbed me so I wouldn’t get out over the snake comment.”

When I move away he growls in frustration. “Please, Sol, you’re killing me.”

I just shake my head, “You have to finish the story.”

His answering groan sends shivers up my spine. “Before I did anything else, I’d lift you up out of the pool and have you sit on the edge. And I’d spread your legs and eat your pretty fucking pussy until you begged me to stop, until you were trapping my head between your thighs from how hard you came.” My eyelids flutter and I move to cup myself, grinding against him again. Friction. I need friction. Shit, I cannot lose sight of the end goal here.

“And then what?”

“And then I’d pull you back in and slam you down on my cock. Fuck, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I’d suck your tits and massage your clit and stick fingers in both your ass and your mouth so you were fucking full with me. So that I was in every goddamn part of your body. Because it’s mine. Because I own it and I’m the only one who knows how to please it.”

I’m rubbing two fingers over my clit. I cannot fucking help it. Grayson’s eyes are locked in, never once looking away from me playing with myself.

“And then we’d both come a lot. The end.” He says it so fast I almost miss it, and I really almost miss the way he tries to flip us around and have me sit down on his face. I flit away just in time. His body melts off the couch and plops onto the floor in defeat.

“Thanks for the story time.” I wink as I slink back to the bedroom.

There’s a loud, booming, ‘FUCK,’ that comes from the living room.

See? I know how to fake that I know how to drive a man crazy with lust.

And this is only my first attempt at pursuing Grayson the way I should’ve been all along. I think this is going to be a lot of fun.

I make sure to moan as loud as I can when I make myself come in his bed, alone.

Chapter 25

I didn’t get to see his face when he woke up with the panties I came in last night on his chest. But I heard it. Boy, did I hear it.

I barely slept and was up early trying to distract myself with anything I could possibly think of. I mean, I spent an hour reorganizing the freaking fridge. First by size, and then I took it all out and did it by color. Still not sold on the color coding. UGH. I just have so much nervous energy coursing through me.

I’ve been dancing away from his touch ever since he woke up. It’s been cat and mouse all day long and it doesn’t help that I’ve been traipsing around the cabin in his robe again. I’m on constant high alert, which is doing nothing for my anxiety. And, I’m pretty much edging myself just as much as I’m edging him. I need to get better at making sure these plots only affect him because I’m dying out here by my own hand. Down in the trenches. Okay, sorry. I’m in a weird place. Last night was so hot and empowering, but according to my nerves, it’s like it never happened and I have to start back at zero to get that confidence back.

Some of his attempts to trap me are obvious, and some catch me off guard. But I successfully recover each time, escaping just at the last second. He’s furious and that has me glowing. Recharging my confidence.

We’re currently in one of the lulls. He’s been pretending to do something else every once in a while in an attempt to get me to lower my guard. Men are so very predictable. It’s fine, he’s been tortured enough for one day. And the real reason I spent the day running from him is because I needed to work up the courage to do what I’m about to do.

I lower myself down on the couch, sitting with my back to the arm, exactly how I was the first time we had dinner together and talked all night. He stops editing the résumé he was pretending to review and turns to match my position, hunger so obvious in his eyes it makes me feel absolutely feral. Carnal.

I may be poking the bear a bit… I did a little quick change before I came to put him out of his misery, sporting a cut off t-shirt that covers almost nothing, and strappy, see through underwear. Don’t come for me, he’s the one that bought them.

“It’s my turn to tell a story,” I start, letting my leg stretch out and rest against his. He lays his hand on my ankle, rubbing it. Same ankle he helped me with the first day I met him. His small smile lets me know he’s listening.

“Do you remember the first day we met?”

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