She reached for the bottom of her dress and shimmied it up her body and over her head.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Fletcher said as his gaze raked over her. “Now put your hands back.”
Her nipples were tightly puckered and a shiver went through her body as she ran the pad of her thumb over one. Heat pooled in her belly and when she rubbed over the tip again that heat slipped between her legs.
“How hard do you like it?” Fletcher asked, his voice rough. “Do I need to suck gently or can I pinch?”
Her breath lodged in her chest. “I’m…not sure.”
“Find out.”
She took her nipple between her thumb and finger and squeezed. “I do like that.”
He nodded. “Wet your fingers.”
She opened her lips and licked her fingertips, then rolled her nipple again. “The wetness is nice,” she said.
“Imagine it’s my mouth. Pull on it harder.”
She tugged gently and gave a little moan.
“What’s that do?” he asked.
“It feels so good.”
“Does it make your pussy wet?”
Her eyes flew to his face. Damn, that was so hot. She licked her lips and nodded. “Yeah. Well, wetter. I was already wet.”
“Fuck, Jordan.”
God, she loved that. He sounded incredibly turned on. And she wanted so much more. She swallowed. Jason had never said “pussy” to her. And she’d never said “clit” to him.
“I feel it in my clit.”
Fletcher’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Do it again.”
She wet her fingers again and rolled her nipple, then tugged, harder than before, loving the flutter of pleasure it created.
“Do you play with your nipples when you use your vibrator?”
His husky voice rolled over her and made those pleasure pulses intensify.
She lifted her other hand so that each was working a nipple. She tugged and squeezed. Her lips fell open and she was aware she was panting.
“Need one of those hands between your legs,” he said after a few moments.
Yes, she really did.
She slid one hand down her body. Her skin felt hypersensitive even over her ribs and belly. She ran her palm back and forth just above the top of her panties. She lifted her hand to her mouth and wet her first two fingertips, then drew that moisture in a trail from between her breasts to the top of her panties. The stroke made her nipples tighten even further and she loved the way his eyes followed the motion.
“This is one place I would love to feel your tongue,” she told him.
Fletcher nodded. “No problem there.”
She liked this. Watching his reactions to her touching herself was a definite turn on, but she also loved the sensations and the idea of him traveling the same paths with his mouth and hands.
She cupped her breast and squeezed the nipple even harder. Her clit throbbed, wanting some attention too. Jordan slipped her fingers into the front of her panties, her middle finger brushing over her clit.
Sparkles of heat danced outward down her legs and up her torso. She gave a little gasp of pleasure. She had, of course, touched the spot before, but never with her senses so heightened or with so much focus. And never with someone watching her.
Suddenly Fletcher’s big hand wrapped around her wrist. Her eyes flew open. She hadn’t even realized they’d closed.
Even that much of a touch from him sent tingles racing from her belly to her pussy. She gave a little gasp.
“Take the panties off. I can’t see.” His gaze was burning into hers.
“I don’t want to move my hands. You can take them off,” she suggested, lifting her hips slightly. She desperately wanted Fletcher to undress her. She also really wanted him to get more involved here. This was hot. She was more turned on than she could remember being in forever. She needed his hands on her.
He squeezed her wrist gently then let her go. “Take them off.”
His tone was firm and she felt herself reaching for the top of her panties before she even processed the thought.
Wow, bossy Fletcher did it for her.
She pushed her panties to her knees, but he was in the way of her pushing them all the way off. Clearly, he wasn’t budging though. So, she only had one option. She drew one knee up toward her chest and unhooked the panties from that foot. That served to spread her legs open in a very revealing way.
Fletcher seemed to approve. He watched intently, groaning softly. She did the same with the other leg, with the same response from Fletcher, though this time he sucked in a deep breath and blew it out as if he were struggling for control.
Inspired by that, Jordan tossed her panties to the side. She left one knee drawn up and let her leg fall to the side, opening up in the most wanton way. She lifted a hand to her nipple again, twisting and tugging even more firmly than before. She began circling her clit. It had been a while since she’d done this manually rather than with one of her two battery-operated friends, but she quickly found a perfect pressure and rhythm.
“Does your vibrator only work your clit? Or do you move it inside this pretty pussy?”
She gave a low moan at Fletcher’s words. There was just something about him saying graphic words to her that she’d never heard from him before that ratcheted up her desire. “I have one of each,” she confessed.
“Which do you like best?”
“The one that has the clit stimulation and goes inside,” she admitted. “But the other works great too.”
“You use the other during sex?”
She picked up her pace, feeling the coiling beginnings of an orgasm tightening her inner muscles. She shook her head. “No. Only when I’m alone.”
Almost as if he could no longer stand not touching her at all, Fletcher reached out and circled her ankle with his big hand. He stroked up and down. She’d had no idea that her ankle was an erogenous zone but that simple touch made the desire twisting deep inside her tighten further.
“Fletcher,” she said softly, his name almost a groan.
“You’ll use it with me. Even when I’m balls deep and stroking this gorgeous pussy with my cock, I want that vibrator against your clit.”
“Oh God,” she moaned.
“I want to feel the difference when your pussy milks me using that vibrator, versus your fingers, versus my fingers. We’ll see which makes you come hardest,” Fletcher said, stroking his hand higher onto her calf.
“Fletcher,” she gasped.
She picked up the pace of her finger, pressing harder and rubbing faster.
He watched intently. His nostrils flared as he continued to hold himself back.
She was going to come like this. That was inevitable. But she knew how to make it even harder.
“Fletcher, I need you.”
“I’m not fucking you yet, Jordan. Keep going.”
“Help me. I need your fingers.”
The groan seemed to come from the depths of his chest. “Not yet.”
“Please. I’m so close.”
“Finish it.”
“I’ll comes so much harder with your fingers inside me.”
He groaned again.
And gave in.
He came forward, bracing his hand on the floor beside her hip, that arm extended. The hand that had been stroking her calf slid up her leg and immediately cupped her pussy.