Chapter 20

Gwen

Iwas going to melt into a puddle right there in his lap. He didn”t keep speaking, so it looked like there was no option to just keep watching the movie. That was fine. I didn”t really want that anyway. ”I-” My voice broke and I licked my lips.

”What do you want to do, Sugar?” he asked.

His breath tickled the sensitive skin on my neck and I nearly moaned. His hands went to my hips and shifted me until I was sitting in his lap with my ass nestled against his hard-on. I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes.

”Gwen,” he warned. ”I”m going to need you to tell me what you need. At least the first couple of times.” He was breathing almost as heavy as I was.

I leaned my head back against his chest and nodded. ”Option two,” I whispered.

He paused, then continued, ”Alright, but I need you to actually tell me if you need me to stop. Can you promise to do that, Baby Girl?”

”I promise.” At this point I”d tell him anything he wanted just to have him put his hands on me again. He”d laid them on the couch next to his thighs after shifting me. But I couldn”t seem to build up the courage to ask for what I wanted.

”Good girl.”

I wanted to close my eyes, to enjoy the sensations, but I also had this need to watch where his hands went. It wasn”t possible for me to explain why, so I just watched as his big hands squeezed my jean covered thighs. He moved slowly, rubbing those calloused palms over my jeans. I would have thought a lawyer would have soft hands. Not Static. They were rough and spoke of a man who worked with them often even though he had an office job.

They moved up over my body, brushing my breasts, causing me to gasp and arch into him, before they returned back down to my thighs once more. He was driving me insane. He was only touching me over my clothes and his touches were smooth and fast, making me want more even as he left the area.

One of his hands slipped under my shirt and brushed against my belly. My muscles tensed and he froze.

”Okay?” he asked, his voice sounding tight.

”Y-yes,” I stammered. I didn”t want him to stop. It felt so good to be touched. To feel like a woman.

”Keep your eyes open, Gwen,” he ordered.

My breath caught in my throat. How had he known? But of course he had. He knew everything. I didn”t understand how.

”Watch what I”m doing to you.”

Oh God.”Okay,” I agreed.

His hand was still under my shirt, his palm against my skin, and his fingers splayed out on my abdomen. He moved it, rubbing gently. He didn”t move on from that spot until I began to relax. Once I had, he lifted my shirt higher as his fingers moved closer toward my breasts. He stopped and I looked down, seeing that the tattoo of my children”s names had been revealed. He”d seen it before, the night of my nightmare, but never while he was doing this. It was on my left ribs.

He rubbed his thumb over their names, then moved on. He cupped my breasts over my bra and there was no holding back my moan this time. I let my head fall back onto his chest.

”Eyes, Baby Girl,” he ordered. ”Open your eyes.”

”But-”

”Now.”

A shudder wracked my body and I opened my eyes and focused on his hands. His fingers squeezed my nipples and I gasped and arched into the sensation. There was pleasure and a hint of pain, but it was a good feeling. One that sent waves of arousal coursing through me, heating my skin.

His hands were gentle and strong. My nerves were starting to melt away under his touch. He knew exactly how to handle me.

His hand disappeared from under my shirt and I let out a little whine. He adjusted me, taking the hem of my shirt and tugging it up and over my head until I was sitting on his lap in just my jeans and bra.

”Easy,” he crooned.

The next thing I knew he was slipping his hand into the cup of my bra. When his fingers closed over my nipple once more I let out a small cry. There was nothing but the heat between us. No fabric. No bad memories. No pain.

”That”s it, Sugar,” he encouraged.

I was breathing hard, my breasts rising and falling rapidly.

”So fucking beautiful,” he said. He sounded pained.

His free hand moved and rested on my belly, fingers splayed as he toyed with my breast.

”Look,” he growled. ”Wanna see how your tits look as I play with them?”

”I can”t.” The idea of watching as he played with me, made me hot all over. What he was doing was like a direct line to my clit and every time he plucked and pulled at my nipple my pussy clenched.

”Yes, you can.” His words were a dark promise.

”Static,” I cried.

His teeth bit the lobe of my ear. ”Be a good girl,” he growled. ”Watch.”

I whimpered, but did as he asked. It was the hottest thing I”d ever seen. Watching as he teased and plucked at my nipple. His other hand moved lower, sliding down my stomach, his fingers dipping below the waistband of my jeans and panties.

”Soaked,” he muttered, his breath blowing over my ear.

I moaned and arched my back, pushing my breast harder into his hand. His hand left my pants, and I nearly cried, but then he was unbuttoning and unzipping them.

”Up.”

Lifting my hips, I watched as he used both hands to yank my pants down. I couldn”t find it inside myself to be embarrassed that I was sitting almost fully naked in his lap. He tossed my jeans and panties away, leaving me in just my bra. I”d taken off my flip flops when I came inside, knowing at some point I”d curl up on his couch.

Next his hand went to the clasp between my breasts and flicked it. They weren”t big, but at least they were perky. My bra soon joined my jeans and I was sitting on him fully naked while he had all his clothes on. That wasn”t fair, but I couldn”t vocalize the words because his hands were back on me.

His lips trailed over my neck as he used both hands to cover my breasts once more. He squeezed and plucked, rolling and pinching as his thumbs and forefingers closed around the sensitive tips. It was pleasure mixed with the pain and my head fell back again as I gave in and enjoyed the way he was touching me.

I was lost in the pleasure, and jumped when his finger circled my clit. ”Oh,” I groaned.

”Yeah, Baby Girl. I think it”s time I made you come.”

I didn”t argue, didn”t have it in me. I watched as his big hand moved over my pussy. I was so wet I could hear him as he touched me. The sound was so lewd. He rubbed up and down a few times, spreading the moisture, and then he dipped a finger inside.

My muscles tightened. It had been a long time since anyone other than myself had been inside my pussy. ”Static,” I cried.

”Easy,” he soothed, slowly withdrawing. ”I”m gonna take good care of you, Gwen.”

His finger moved and circled my clit a few times before moving back down and sinking inside. He did that several times, until my muscles loosened and relaxed around him. Once he had me loose and panting, he added another finger.

”Oh!” I cried, shocked at how full I felt.

”You okay?” he asked.

”Yes,” I gasped.

He slowly started pumping his fingers in and out, his thumb flicking over my clit every time. I could feel the pressure building inside of me, it was growing. My pussy tightened and then his fingers were gone.

”Static,” I wailed.

He didn”t answer. His hand was between my legs, the heel of his hand pressed to my clit. He rocked it against me, grinding down on the tiny bundle of nerves. My breath came faster and faster.

He was sucking on my neck, and I knew he was going to leave a hickey, but I didn”t care. Every thought was focused at that point between my thighs. He tweaked my nipple right as he slid his long fingers back inside my body, making me groan deep in my chest.

I was panting and moaning, writhing on his lap. He kept me pinned there, his other arm wrapped around my chest, holding me against him while he toyed with me. His knees hooked inside mine and he used them to spread my legs further apart.

”Let go,” he growled.

I was shaking my head before he finished speaking.

”Baby Girl,” he rumbled.

I cried out as his fingers twisted my nipple and the pleasure was so intense it was bordering on pain. ”Please,” I gasped. I wasn”t in control. My body and mind were pulling me in different directions.

”I”ve got you. Let go. Come for me.”

My hips started thrusting up and down, moving with his hand. I was so close. Everything was tight. His fingers moved faster, harder. I could feel how wet and hot I was, the slick sound as his fingers fucked me, filling the room.

”Static!” I screamed, right before I came. It was the most intense orgasm I”d ever had. He didn”t stop. He kept moving his hand, drawing it out. My vision darkened at the edges. The only thing in my world was pleasure. It drowned out every worry, every fear. There was only it, and him.

He kissed my neck and murmured something in my ear. I didn”t hear what it was. Then his fingers were gone. He shifted me and turned me around in his lap. I blinked.

”Kiss me,” he demanded.

I didn”t have to be told twice. I fused my mouth to his and kissed him hard and fast. My tongue tangled with his and I poured everything I was feeling into the kiss.

We were both breathing heavily when we broke apart. He shifted until he was lying back on the couch, with my loose and pliant body draped over his. His hand brushed over my hair, then down my back and over my butt before trailing up again. ”You tired?”

I was. My eyelids were heavy as I drifted in the aftermath. ”No,” I lied. ”We can-”

”This is all we”re doing tonight, Sugar,” he said.

My cheek was resting on his chest, my eyes were closed, and his voice soothed that part of me that was worried about returning the favor. He didn”t expect anything from me. What a new concept.

”Sleep. I”ve got you.”

For the first time in nearly a year, I easily drifted off to sleep.