Malcolm placed his hand on my lower back and guided me to my room. When I got to the door, I turned and said, “Thanks, but I’ve got it from here.”
His eyebrows pinched together. “The fuck you do.”
Reaching behind me, he opened the door and guided me in. “Listen, I got the feeling your mother didn’t care for me all that much or she’s looking to set you up with Katelyn McDermott. Either way, you should probably get back to the party.”
He stared at me like he was trying to let what I said soak in. Slowly shaking his head, he started moving toward me, causing me to back myself right up against a wall. “Do you really think I care about Katelyn McDermott?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Do you?” I asked as my heart pounded in my chest.
His eyes searched my face. “No, I couldn’t care less about her. What I care about is finishing what I started.”
My face felt heated as I thought about Malcolm’s lips on me.
“It’s unfortunate that my knee is bothering me right now, because I would get down and fuck you with my tongue.”
“Oh. My,” I whispered.
“So my fingers are going to have to do, Paislie.”
I will so take fingers, lips, dry humping, or anything else he wanted to do at this point.
“O-okay,” I mumbled.
He reached up under the gown and quickly found his way as he pushed his fingers inside me. It didn’t take long for me to start bucking my hips like a damn virgin girl about to get off for the first time.
Taking a hold of his jacket, I dropped my head back and pumped my hips against his hand. “That’s it baby, fucking hell; you look so good about to fall apart at the mercy of my fingers.”
My orgasm was quickly building and I prayed like hell no one knocked on my door.
When my legs trembled, I knew it was about to hit.
“I’m going to come!” I cried out as he pressed his lips to mine and finger fucked me to one hell of an orgasm. It felt naughty . . . knowing he had a whole party outside waiting for him and yet he took the time to finish pleasing me. It was almost as naughty as my first-ever orgasm. In the back hallway of the sanctuary with Peter . . . oh, what was his last name?
He was two years older and when he told me he wanted to put his fingers inside me and make me come, I had no idea what he was talking about. Ten minutes later I was begging him to do it again. We snuck around for four months, finding spots to kiss and make each other come until he finally took my virginity before he left for the Army.
“I need to feel your pussy come on my cock . . . tonight.”
I was still trying to recover my breathing from the orgasm when his dirty talk practically had me falling over the edge again. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.
“Do you like when I talk dirty to you?”
I nodded my head, afraid to look at him.
“You better change into your pj’s, baby. Sophie’s waiting for you.”
My eyes slowly opened and I wanted to argue so badly. “I . . . I don’t really have appropriate pj’s to wear to her um . . . her um . . .”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Slumber party?”
“Yes.”
Malcolm’s eyes drifted over to my bed as I followed his gaze. There sitting on the bed were two different sets of pajama’s. One was flannel and was from the movie Frozen, very much for Sophie’s party. The other was a white lace two-piece set of lingerie. My lower stomach clenched at the idea of parading around in front of Malcolm in it. Teasing his hard dick as I rubbed against him.
“Oh Lord in heaven,” I softly spoke.
His lips were on my neck as he chuckled. “I take it you saw what I want you to wear for me tonight.”
My mouth parted open as I stared at it and then glanced back to him. “Um . . . tonight?”