Page 111 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet or desperate.

“I love it,” I tell him honestly. “You don’t have to hold back for me.”

“I want it to last. I—” He slams his lips closed, cutting off whatever he was about to say.

“Then make me catch up to you.”

I’ve never done this before, but I refuse to overthink what we’re doing. It feels too freaking good.

“I’m gonna need you to take off whatever you’re wearing.” My breath catches at the thought of getting naked for him. “Beneath the camera, darlin’. You don’t have to show me anything you don’t want to. Just watching your face and listening to you is more than enough.”

I bite down on the inside of my lip and nod before attempting to shimmy my sleep shorts and panties down my thighs.

“Okay,” I whisper, my body on fire with both desire and embarrassment.

My eyes dart to my bedroom door.

It doesn’t have a lock. I wonder briefly if I should attempt to drag some furniture in front of it or something. But then Calvin’s deep voice flows through the air, and I forget about everything but what we’re doing.

“Spread your legs for me, then I want you to touch yourself and tell me how wet you are.”

My hand twitches as nerves slam into me.

You shouldn’t be doing this, a little voice screams.

But my body is aching for it. Screaming for it.

Throwing caution to the wind, I let my hand slide down my stomach.

I gasp the second my fingertips connect with my swollen, needy clit.

“Christ,” Calvin grunts. “Are you wet for me, darlin’?”

I nod as I push my hands lower.

Jesus. I’m fucking soaked.

“Let me see.”

Oh my fucking god. This man is filthy, and I think I love it.

I lift my fingers, and the second he sees them glistening, his eyes shutter, and he lets out the dirtiest moan I think I’ve ever heard.

“I’m gonna need you to make yourself come for me, darlin’.”

I nod, my hand slipping back to my pussy without instruction. I’m that desperate to give him what he needs.

“So fucking hard for you.” He groans as his arm begins to move a little faster.

My eyes fall closed as I try to picture what he might look like right now.

“Eyes, Sienna. I need your eyes on me.”

I immediately do as I’m told and find his burning eyes.

“Are you playing with your clit?”

“Yeah,” I breathe.