And that’s what made it even more special. Because she knew they weren’t just words he was spouting. He meant it.
“Now open your legs so I can see your pussy.”
Sweet and dirty.
It was a combination that seemed to work for her. But she spread her legs and he moaned. “That’s such a fucking pretty sight. Your pussy is glistening. Hot for me? Do you need to come, princess?”
She nodded.
“Words,” he demanded.
Christ. And she’d thought Caleb was the bossy one during sexy times. Seemed Wolfe could be just as demanding.
“Yes,” she groaned.
“Yes, what?”
“I’m turned on because of you.”
“Then we need to do something about that, don’t we?” To her confusion, he let go of his cock and swung around, grabbing up all the pillows.
What was he doing?
He placed the pillows down at the end of the bed, stacking them up. “Lie back against them.”
She slid along the mattress and lay down on them so her head was propped up. He sat up against the headboard and took his cock back in hand. “Spread your legs.”
She widened her legs.
“Touch yourself.”
She bit her lower lip.
“Princess, touch yourself. Now.”
Holy. Crap. She couldn’t resist the command in his voice. Slowly she ran her hand down her stomach, watching as he continued to play with himself, squeezing his dick kind of hard. Harder than she’d ever do.
He groaned as she touched herself. “Yes, princess. Just like that. Fuck.”
She swirled her finger around her clit. Normally, she’d close her eyes and think of them if she ever touched herself like this.
But they weren’t a dream anymore. They were here. Right now, Wolfe was sitting across the other end of the bed from her, jacking off. While she touched herself.
It might have seemed weird to someone else. Both of them doing this together. But it felt good. So fucking good.
“Wolfe, I’m close to coming.”
“Not yet, you don’t,” he warned.
She flicked at her clit, raising her injured arm so she could play with her nipple.
“Put that hand down,” he demanded. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
“I won’t. It’s not that sore anymore.”
“Put your arm down or I’ll send you to bed with a warm bottom and no orgasm.”
She whimpered. He wouldn’t.
“And you won’t get to see me masturbate.”
Vivi lowered her arm. She wasn’t going to risk that.
“That’s what I thought,” he said with satisfaction. “Now touch your clit again. You get to come with me, but not before, understand?
“I understand you’re a damn sadist,” she muttered.
He chuckled. “Baby, if you’d ever met a sadist, you wouldn’t say that.”
She froze at the word baby. He’d never called her that before. Usually, it was Genevieve. Or princess. By the look on his face, she would say he was just as shocked. But then he seemed to shake himself out of it.
“Make yourself come. But don’t take your eyes off me.”
She used her finger against her clit, rubbing it as she watched him speed up. His hand moved quickly up and down, along his thick shaft. Her breathing sped up. How this could be so fucking sexy, she wasn’t sure. But it was.
“Wolfe,” she groaned.
“I’m close. Nearly there. Fuck. Fuck. I changed my mind. We’re not coming together. I want to watch you. You first.”
She didn’t need much more encouragement. Her finger worked her clit harder, faster until she cried out, her hips lifting in the air as she started to come, the first pulses were light. Then they intensified and she screamed as she fell over the edge.
“Open your eyes. Watch me.”
She opened her eyes, her breath coming in fast pants as she watched him work his long shaft with sure strokes.
“Come here,” he commanded. “Touch my balls.”
She knee-walked over to where he sat then reached down with her good hand to lightly touch his balls.
“Yes. Yes!” He threw his head back with a groan as he came. She watched, fascinated, intrigued and to her shock, she felt her arousal start to grow once more.
It was like she couldn’t get enough when it came to them. She withdrew her hand from his balls and ran it along his softening cock.
“Jesus. Do that and he might just wake up again,” he groaned.
She looked up startled, staring into his heavy-lidded eyes. “So soon?”
“He doesn’t seem to understand that there’s meant to be a recovery period. Not when it comes to you.”
She smiled as his cock bobbed, almost as though agreeing with that sentiment.
“I need to go clean up.”
She should as well. She nodded, letting him go first. He strode into the bathroom, completely unconcerned by his nudity. And why should he be? He was simply gorgeous. And that butt was to die for. Pert. Round. Rounder than she’d thought given his slimmer build.
When he returned, he carried a washcloth. “Lie back, spread your legs.”
She blushed. “I can do that.”
He just raised his eyebrows, staring down at her sternly. Mumbling under her breath about stubborn men, she lay back and closed her eyes as she widened her legs. He wiped at her gently, but thoroughly. She thought about telling him that he didn’t have to be that thorough. She wasn’t that dirty after all. But she was kind of enjoying the attention.
Finally, the cloth was removed. She opened her eyes and stared up at him. But he was looking down at his cock.
She glanced down to find it at half-mast.
She bit down on her lip as he started to curse. “This thing has a life of its own around you.”
“Sorry.”
He pointed at her. “No, you’re not. I can hear the amusement in your voice. No saying sorry unless you mean it. Now it’s time for sleep. Let’s get you dressed again or I’m not getting any sleep tonight.”
He got them both dressed then tucked her back into bed. He stared down at her for a long moment. “I’m forgetting something.” He snapped his fingers. “Do you need the pig to sleep?”
She stared up at him. “Um, yes, if you don’t mind.”
“Why would I mind?” He gave her a confused look.
Rolling over, she opened the bedside drawer and drew out Piggles, hugging him tight. She lay back, staring up at the ceiling. Then she started giggling. Even to herself it sounded somewhat hysterical.
“Why are you laughing?” he asked.
“I’m in bed with a pig and the big, bad wolf.”
He shook his head. She bit her lip, trying to stop laughing. She knew she was just nervous.
“You’re grinding your teeth together,” Wolfe told her.
“Am I? Sorry, is it annoying?”
“You’ll give yourself a headache.”
Too late.
“I have something you can use to try to help, but I’m not sure you’re going to want to.”
“What is it?” she asked curiously.
He leaned over the side of the bed. She guessed he was reaching into the bag he’d brought with him. He pulled something out and handed it to her. It took her a moment for her brain to catch up with her eyes.