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could hear her breathing picking up pace, soft and delicate and then not either as his hand traced the outer lips of her cunt, weaving through her curls. “Let me see if I can help you get to sleep.”
She purred under his hands, but when he slid his fingers down over her sex, she was dry. Warm, soft as silk, but his fingers felt like they were grating over her delicate tissues. He nipped lightly at her ear. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she said, the sound a long, soft sigh. “I’ve just been—I don’t know, vaguely turned on so long that things kind of moved on?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she said after a moment. “I like feeling this close to you. I just don’t seem to be quite there.”
“Hm,” he said, taking his fingers back to her outer lips, to the caress that made her sigh and shift her hips against him. “Would you like me to tell you a bedtime story?”
“What, like Little Red Riding Hood?”
Something deep inside of him quavered. She’d looked so interested out on the street, so turned on, but this was something that he’d so rarely shared. “More like the Russian and the Trust Fund Kid.”
She went still under his fingers, and he was suddenly, totally afraid that she would turn around. Or worse, that she would leave. “I would love to hear that story.”
There was a huskiness, a thick wash of desire that she couldn’t have faked. It turned him inside out to hear, and his cock was suddenly a lot more attentive.
“You see,” he said, suddenly knowing exactly how to start, how to tell this story. “There was a sad little trust fund kid who was too spoiled for his own good. We’ll call him—Alan. And there was a big bear of a Russian who was good friends with Alan. His name was—shit, I don’t know—”
“Neo,” she breathed.
“Like the Matrix? Really?”
“You got something better?”
“Fine. Neo.” He laughed. “It doesn’t matter. The point is, I don’t remember how it happened, really. We weren’t drunk, it wasn’t a bet, it wasn’t any of the stereotypical things. He was the son of a diplomat, and I was the heir to the AEGIS throne, even though my skin was too dark for my father to fucking care what I did. And we were both tired of performing for the paparazzi, and one night, we were in my penthouse, and I decided to kiss him.”
She exhaled, slowly, and he felt a gentle shiver over her back. “What was it like? Kissing him?”
“He wears a beard, did back then, too. Not a little artistic scruff, either, but a proper beard. That was the strangest part.”
“Getting used to the beard?”
He shook his head. “No, the fact that I loved it, instantly. The feeling of his mouth under mine, the scratchiness of it. There was no closing my eyes and pretending that this was some girl I was kissing. He was…Leo.”
She made a sound, half a whimper and half something more. He brushed one finger tip inside her soft lips—she was damp now, not wet, not like he hoped, but more. “What else?” Her voice was breathy and soft. “Did you two just kiss, or was there more?”
“Oh, you know,” he said, letting his lips brush over the thin skin of her spine as he spoke. “Just the things boys do when they decide to experiment.”
“I don’t know,” she whispered back. “I want to know.”
“Leo has these massive hands,” he murmured, and this time, when he brushed his finger over the opening of her, she was wet enough that he could slip a finger into her, letting the palm of his hand do double duty against her clit as his finger slowly and smoothly buried in her. “And so once he got me naked, he could take both our cocks together, and stroke them both, more or less.” He chuckled, and she whimpered and shifted, against his hand this time. “I don’t think I lasted more than a few minutes.”
“Did you like it?”
“I loved it,” he said, and
She purred under his hands, but when he slid his fingers down over her sex, she was dry. Warm, soft as silk, but his fingers felt like they were grating over her delicate tissues. He nipped lightly at her ear. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she said, the sound a long, soft sigh. “I’ve just been—I don’t know, vaguely turned on so long that things kind of moved on?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she said after a moment. “I like feeling this close to you. I just don’t seem to be quite there.”
“Hm,” he said, taking his fingers back to her outer lips, to the caress that made her sigh and shift her hips against him. “Would you like me to tell you a bedtime story?”
“What, like Little Red Riding Hood?”
Something deep inside of him quavered. She’d looked so interested out on the street, so turned on, but this was something that he’d so rarely shared. “More like the Russian and the Trust Fund Kid.”
She went still under his fingers, and he was suddenly, totally afraid that she would turn around. Or worse, that she would leave. “I would love to hear that story.”
There was a huskiness, a thick wash of desire that she couldn’t have faked. It turned him inside out to hear, and his cock was suddenly a lot more attentive.
“You see,” he said, suddenly knowing exactly how to start, how to tell this story. “There was a sad little trust fund kid who was too spoiled for his own good. We’ll call him—Alan. And there was a big bear of a Russian who was good friends with Alan. His name was—shit, I don’t know—”
“Neo,” she breathed.
“Like the Matrix? Really?”
“You got something better?”
“Fine. Neo.” He laughed. “It doesn’t matter. The point is, I don’t remember how it happened, really. We weren’t drunk, it wasn’t a bet, it wasn’t any of the stereotypical things. He was the son of a diplomat, and I was the heir to the AEGIS throne, even though my skin was too dark for my father to fucking care what I did. And we were both tired of performing for the paparazzi, and one night, we were in my penthouse, and I decided to kiss him.”
She exhaled, slowly, and he felt a gentle shiver over her back. “What was it like? Kissing him?”
“He wears a beard, did back then, too. Not a little artistic scruff, either, but a proper beard. That was the strangest part.”
“Getting used to the beard?”
He shook his head. “No, the fact that I loved it, instantly. The feeling of his mouth under mine, the scratchiness of it. There was no closing my eyes and pretending that this was some girl I was kissing. He was…Leo.”
She made a sound, half a whimper and half something more. He brushed one finger tip inside her soft lips—she was damp now, not wet, not like he hoped, but more. “What else?” Her voice was breathy and soft. “Did you two just kiss, or was there more?”
“Oh, you know,” he said, letting his lips brush over the thin skin of her spine as he spoke. “Just the things boys do when they decide to experiment.”
“I don’t know,” she whispered back. “I want to know.”
“Leo has these massive hands,” he murmured, and this time, when he brushed his finger over the opening of her, she was wet enough that he could slip a finger into her, letting the palm of his hand do double duty against her clit as his finger slowly and smoothly buried in her. “And so once he got me naked, he could take both our cocks together, and stroke them both, more or less.” He chuckled, and she whimpered and shifted, against his hand this time. “I don’t think I lasted more than a few minutes.”
“Did you like it?”
“I loved it,” he said, and
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