Broken Truths (The Frayed Trilogy 2)

“I’m not losing anything because of you,” I say, my tone turning serious.Is this what she thinks?“Things are complicated with Easton and me at the moment.”

“Because of me…” she says again, and I let out a sound of irritation.

“It’s notbecauseof you, Grace. We just have some things we need to work through, but we’ve both been busy.”

“I think you should go see him,” she says, and again, I can’t figure out where she’s coming from with this. Not with how he’s treated her.

“Why are you pushing this?” I ask, half sitting up.

“Because I want you to be happy. He’s your best friend, Sebastian. You need him. And what if he needs you too?”

My heart warms with the fact she’s trying to look out for me, and seemingly Easton, despite what he did. “Okay. I’ll go see him,” I promise. We do need to work things out, and if I’m being honest, I’ve probably been avoiding him, but it’s time for us to move on. I only hope he’s on the same page. “But right now, I need you,” I say, sliding my hand down her back until I’m palming her cheek, and I give the flesh a gentle squeeze.

“Do you?” she asks on a breath.

“Yes.” I lean up and take her lips in a desperate kiss. “Get on top of me,” I say when I pull back, and my dick twitches when Grace does as she’s told, straddling my hips. Her face hovers above mine in this new position. “You like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you?” I ask, my breath mingling with hers.

“I…”

“Don’t lie to me,” I say, rolling her ass cheek in my hand.

“Y-yes,” she says, and my stiffening cock jerks at the single word.

“If I felt you right now, I’d already find you wet, wouldn’t I? Just from a few simple commands.” She wriggles against me, and I already know I’d find her nice and slick. Lifting my hips, I roll them into her while pulling her into me. God, I don’t see how I could ever get enough of her.

Grace leans down, pressing her lips to my neck, and when her tongue starts moving lightly across my skin, a rumble climbs up my throat. With one last squeeze of her ass, I move my hand to her thigh and slide it up her leg, dragging her skirt with me.

Grace jolts when I slip my hand under her panties and cup her pussy.

“Fuck I love how responsive you are to me,” I say, finding her exactly as I expected. Her flesh is hot beneath my hand, but instead of giving her what she wants, I pull my hand out, resting it back on the outside of her thigh. “I want you to take control.”

“What?” she asks, and her shocked moonlit expression has my lips lifting.

“Touch yourself until you think you’re ready to take me.”

“But I don’t know—”

“Yes, you do,” I say before kissing the protest off her lips.

With her skirt still bunched at her hips, I take her hand with mine and guide it down, slipping them both into her underwear. Grace’s breathing picks up as I move our hands through her folds, then up to her clit. Holding her hand, I move it in a circular motion over her sensitive bud until a soft moan slips from her lips. When her hips move lightly against our hands, I pull mine away.

Without my hand to encourage her movement, Grace stops with a small groan. “Keep going,” I say, running my hands up and down her thighs. “Everything you’re feeling is because ofyourtouch. I was only the guide.”

After some hesitation, Grace starts moving her fingers slowly in the same way I’d shown her, and it doesn’t take long until her little sounds start slipping from her parted lips.

“Fill yourself with your fingers,” I tell her, and her hips buck forward.Fuck, that was hot.Precum leaks against my sweats as I watch her touch herself—the nearly full moon is providing enough light that I can make out most of her expressions.

Grace slides her fingers towards her opening, but the angle is awkward with her sitting up on her knees.

“Here.” With my hands still on her thighs, I encourage her to shift into an easier position, helping her straighten her legs so they sit alongside me with a slight bend. Grace shifts her hips forward and reaches back, planting one of her hands just below my knee, and I move mine to her hips, taking some of her weight so she can easily lean back.

Pride blooms in my chest when Grace brings her free hand back between her legs without me having to tell her, and I let out an appreciative groan. She starts rubbing her clit again, and even though it takes her a moment to build her confidence back, she’s soon enough lost to the pleasure of her touch again.

“Fill yourself, Grace,” I say, causing a moan to slip from her lips.

She slides her fingers to her opening again, pausing before slowly sliding one finger inside of herself. After pushing her finger in and out a few times, I tell her to add a second. She seems to be getting off on my commands as much as she is the fact that she’s pleasuring herself.

While the new position has made things easier for her, it’s also given me a much better view.Fuck.