All I did was brush my thumbs over the delicate edges of her panties, back and forth.
“Reed,” she murmured, letting her eyes fall closed.
Fuck. I could come from just that sound, the feel of her, the sight of her panties, the scent of her.
“You want to come?” I whispered.
She didn’t open her eyes, just nodded her head. Bit her lip.
Moving my right thumb an inch, I moved it over her clit. I didn’t press down, just brushed over it through her panties. I wanted answers, and I was going to get them. A pliant and mindless Harper was the only way she was going to open up.
“Why Larry?”
I waited, let her sink more into her clit being stroked. Asked again.
“He… he offered the other day. He’s easy.”
That was true. He was a total man whore.
“Why didn’t you come to me?”
When she didn’t answer, I stroked over her panties a little faster. I watched her face, learned what made her hot.
“I… I don’t know you.”
Bad answer. “You don’t know Larry. Why, princess?”
She whimpered when I stilled my thumb.
“Why?”
She licked her lips. “Because you’re not easy. Because I would want more.”
I wasn’t sure if I should be thrilled or disappointed, but I rewarded her with a slip of my thumb.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“You’re a good girl, princess. You deserve more than a fuck in a stairwell.”
She shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut. “I don’t want it.”
“Yes, you do. You crave being with someone. You deserve more than a mindless releas
e. You deserve an even exchange.” And her on her knees before me, sucking my dick wasn’t an even exchange. “A connection.”
Her head moved back and forth, continuing to deny my words. I loved the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the way her skin flushed. “No. No! It’s too painful. I won’t get close.”
The left side of her clit seemed to be more sensitive, so I focused my attentions there. Slowed my thumb to brush over just that small point. I ached for her, to hear the truth of her feelings, to know she felt she had to debase herself to the point of fucking a guy like Larry just to feel good.
“Who hurt you?”
A tear slid down her cheek. Shit. I’d found the problem, but it wasn’t something I could fix. She didn’t get a flat tire or a reprimand from her boss. She was upset about the past, something bigger than a bad day.
“Tell me who hurt you, and I’ll let you come.”
She shifted her hips, starting to take what she wanted, to move into the pleasure, and all I did was touch her through her panties. “My… my family.”
I wanted to stop, to hear what they’d done, but I couldn’t deny her the release she craved. I worked her with my thumb until her nails dug into my shoulders, until her head fell back, her long hair dangled down her back, her neck vulnerable and exposed.