Page 113 of For I Have Sinned

“You,” I pant. “Standing outside my bedroom door.”

“Yeah? What am I doing outside of your room?”

“Listening to me.” I wet my lips as I trail my hand lower and slip a finger inside.

“Am I touching myself?” he asks, and I nod, my mouth falling open with a gasp as I slowly move my finger in and out, “Do you know how bad I wanted to come into your room those nights? How badly I wanted to come in there and take over for you? To be the one to make you feel that pleasure?”

My response is only a murmur because I can’t form words. The movement of my finger gets faster, causing my back to arch a little off the wall. At the end of the bed, I hear heavy breathing, and even though I don’t want to see what he is doing and make the fantasy disappear, I allow my eyes to open, and when they do, I find Alex stroking himself. His shirt is the only piece of clothing off, and his pants are sitting below his hips.

“Don’t you think it’s unfair,” I ask breathlessly, “that I’m the only one naked?”

Without a word, Alex shoves his pants down with one hand and steps out of them. “Is that better?”

“Yes.”

“Add another finger,” he orders, and I don’t hesitate to obey.

“It’s not enough,” I whine.

“Then add a third.”

I don’t do as he says because three won’t be enough either.“Help me, Alex.”

He chuckles, moving toward the bed but stopping when his legs hit the edge. “You said you were going to give yourself one orgasm, Celine. You’re going to make that happen before I lay a finger on you.”

I grunt in annoyance, but keep the motion of my fingers going. “You’re no fun.”

“Make yourself come. Then I’ll show you how fun I am.”

My eyes lock with his as we both play with ourselves. Now, it seems like a race to see who will finish first. Reluctantly adding a third finger, Alex’s eyes drop between my legs, and the man starts salivating. He licks his lips, swallowing at the sight of what he wants most right now. And boy, do I want him to cave and bury himself between my thighs.

“Alex.” The whine is a mix of begging and pleasure. It’s a desperate attempt to get him to crack and climb on the bed, but the man doesn’t budge.

I can tell that this is difficult for him, having to stand there and watch me give myself pleasure that he so badly wants to provide. Even though I want him to give in, I slow my fingers. He watches how tedious my movements are, and he growls.

“God dammit, Celine,” he says through gritted teeth. “Hurry up and make yourself come so I can fuck you already.”

I remove my fingers completely, dragging them up to my clit, and then I spread myself open for him. “You can easily do as you wish right now.”

His face scrunches up almost like he is in pain from fighting the voices telling him to get on the bed with me. To bury himself inside of me.

“No- not yet.” He chokes on his words.

“This is torture for you, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is,” he says.

“Then pretend you’re on the other side of the door and you choose to come into my room this time,” I reverse the fantasy to his own. “Give me that pleasure you wanted to give me then.”

His eyes lift to my face, then fall back between my thighs. I watch his tongue poke out, gliding along his bottom lip. His jaw ticks, and a rumble sounds from his chest.

“Fuck it.”

In one swift move, Alex is on the bed, yanking me down the mattress by my ankles. I gasp at the abrupt movement and then lose my breath when he grips my hips and twists my body around. I’m on my hands and knees, trying to catch my breath from being manhandled, but I don’t even get to take three breaths before he slams into me.

A scream leaves me, and Alex is quick to shove my top half down into the mattress to cut off the sound. It only takes a second before I’m gripping the fabric of the ruffled bedding and pushing it into my mouth to silence my cries. Because I know, with the way he is thrusting into me so powerfully, there’s no way I’m going to be able to hold back the noises that leave me.

His fingers dig into my hips as he pushes deeper into me, adding a bite of pain to the mix. My eyes roll into the back of my head as a noiseless moan leaves me.