Page 89 of Just Wait

He’s teasing her clit.

They’re a mess of limbs, but that’s okay.

I can work with this.

I’ve got an insanely perfect view of her ass and a little peek of her pussy from behind. My hand flies to squeeze my cock as it pulses painfully.

Jesus.

I really am a saint.

I give my dick a mental pep talk about being patient and climb onto the bed in a similar position to how I was before.

My hands smooth over her hips, and I can feel the raised bumps from her scars.

If I hadn’t seen Riser’s so frequently, I might not have known what they were when I first spotted them, but that’s just another way I grew up privileged.

Life never kicked me in the teeth the way it must have done to them.

I almost asked her about them, but Riser met my eyes and shook his head. He was probably right, and it only makes me a little jealous that he’s self-aware enough to know that without being told.

Lumen’s scent is so much heavier.

Pears and roses with electric hints that don’t make a lick of sense.

My canines pulse, and my instincts scream to bite her.

I shake my head, trying to physically force away those reckless thoughts. It helps a little, but not enough, so I focus on Lumen’s perfect, heart-shaped ass. She has thick hips and thighs and a totally biteable ass.

My dick is still being uncooperative, and it bounces against her skin as I settle behind her.

Leaning around Lumen, I ask, “Are you nice and slick, baby doll?”

Based on how heavily the room smells like her pussy, I have my answer, but I also want to tread carefully here.

She moans, pushing her ass back against my cock.

I groan, my head falling back as it shakes.

How do people get sainthood?

Because I totally deserve it.

Okay, I really don’t.

But still.

I deserve a gold medal in patience.

I scoot back enough that I can swipe the backs of my fingers down her lower lips. She’s smooth, meaning she either shaves or waxes or something, and she wasn’t lying.

She’s soaked.

I curl around her back, still brushing her pussy, and use my other hand to pull her hair away from her face. “You can keep kissing Ry, but we need a signal. If I do anything you don’t like, all you gotta do is pat me on any part of my body. I mean, or you could just tell me stop, but I’m trying to make you feel good. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Got it.” She nods, going back to kissing my bandmate.

Leaning even farther to the side, I check that Riser is still teasing her clit.