He doesn’t seem offended. Laughter rumbles out of him for a brief second. “Good to know.” He keeps sliding his fingers in my wetness, teasing around my clit but not quite touching where I’m throbbing the most. I whine again and he squeezes the arm around me tighter. “What do you need?”
“Make me come. Please? Oh God. I really, really need…” He slips one finger inside me and my panting breath steals the rest of my words.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I open my eyes and watch him in the mirror. Sexy, tortured man. Eyes shut tight.
“Let me take care of you too,” I whisper.
“You will.” He kisses my cheek. “Later.”
He slowly pumps one finger inside me, pressing the heel of his hand into my clit.
Off-balance, half-crazed with need, I stumble forward, pressing my palms to the mirror.
“That’s nice.” He grips my hip. “Stick your ass out and spread your legs more.”
A delicious tremble shimmies up my legs as he continues stroking. My whole universe centers on the point of pleasure. He slips his finger out and finally circles my clit, lightly pinching, the right amount of gentle but firm pressure I need to be set free.
“Oh!” I gasp and slap my hand against the mirror.
“That’s it. Come for me, Shelby. Let go.”
I whimper and shake as he continues working me into a wobbling mess. My knees buckle and Rooster’s there with an arm around my waist to keep me upright. My head drops forward, my cheek resting against the cool glass. Breath. I can’t catch it. Rooster takes a moment to smooth my dress into place.
Warm satisfaction replaces the anxiety that was flowing through my veins.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
After a heartbeat, I turn and rest my palms against his chest. “Don’t laugh at me.”
He chuckles and places a finger under my chin, tipping my head back. “What’s on your mind?”
“I never knew there were different kinds of orgasms.”
He chokes down a laugh. “How so?”
I should’ve kept my mouth shut. That orgasm will have to be added to the list under the heading ones that make me say stupid stuff.
“Shelby?” he prompts.
“Nothing.” I shake my head and try to pull away, but he holds me in place.
I sigh. “I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like you’ve stuck my clit in a light socket and others are an out-of-body meditative experience.”
His eyebrows draw down. No longer laughing, he studies my face. “That first one sounds painful.”
“It is almost.” I squeeze my eyes shut, throbbing from the thought. “But bliss too.” Shoot, maybe I’ve insulted him. “Every one is amazing, though. No matter what.”
Instead of answering, he leans down and brushes his lips against mine.
Rooster
I’m not sure how to respond to Shelby’s description. For lots of reasons.
One, I’ve never been with a woman quite like her. Responsive and so damn honest. But comparing her to past fucks is a dick move, so I can’t say that.
Two, I’m tempted to strip her naked and perform a scientific experiment. One where we discover exactly how many different kinds of orgasms I can give her. Maybe even have her write me a song about each one. But we don’t have enough time.
So I kiss her instead. Unfortunately, that seems to leave her more unsure. When I pull away, she fiddles with her dress and hair, her gaze darting around the small room.
I squeeze her hips to get her attention. “Shelby, that’s both the sweetest and hottest thing a woman’s ever said to me.”
Fuck, that wasn’t helpful. At all.
She doesn’t seem offended, thank fuck. Nope, she meets my eyes. “Really? I feel silly. Maybe I should add that as a third kind—the orgasm that makes me say dumb stuff.”
“It’s not dumb at all. I love the way you express yourself. I can’t come up with pretty words the way you do.” I tuck her hair behind her ear. Good thing Cindy’s returning to fix Shelby’s makeup, since I kinda messed up her hair too. “All my brain can conjure up are words like, touch. Lick. Kiss. Mine. The basics.”
A full-body shiver sweeps over her. “Well, that’s something, I guess.”
“Beautiful. That’s another word. But it doesn’t seem adequate to describe you. Sexy doesn’t quite cut it either.” No, I need a whole new word. Her skin’s all flushed, her golden curls a little mussed from where she’d been leaning against me. The crystal I gave her glitters against her creamy skin. Her plump breasts almost spilling out of the tight, low-cut dress are begging for my hands. My gaze drops to her lush, curvy hips exaggerated by the wide, shiny blue belt wrapped around the dip of her waist.
I shift, adjusting myself. My damn cock’s ready to bust through my jeans and wave at her.
“Rooster.” She sighs and wraps her arms around me, hugging me tight, not helping my imprisoned cock one bit. “I’m so happy you’re here.” She tips her head back. “For you. Not the orgasms. Those are a fantastic bonus, though.”