His finger is back on my nipple, and I have to force my eyes to stay on him, even as his other hand sneaks down to my thigh and makes its way up my skirt.
I’m soaked, and anytime now, he is going to feel just how much. My cheeks flush at the thought as his hand caresses its way between my thighs. I fight the urge to close my legs. No one has ever touched methere,and I am terrified of embarrassing myself.
His thick fingers brush against my panties, and I jump up at the sensations that shoot up my body.
“I… I…” I stammer.
I quickly grab onto the back of his neck with my left hand when my knees grow weak.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’ll make you feel good.” He leans down and whispers into my ear as his hand pushes my panties to the side. His thick fingers slide against my wetness, and I cry out, burying my face into his neck.
“You’re soaked, sweetheart. So wet for me,” he whispers as his fingers part my wet folds, and his thumb rubs at my clit in lazy strokes. I whimper into his neck when he drags a finger across my wet valley.
“You like that, don’t you? Having a stranger’s fingers up your little, wet pussy.” I should be horrified by his words, but they have the opposite effect.
I am afraid to think of why the thought of a stranger playing with my body like this turns me on more than anything else.
His finger goes to a sensitive spot and tries to push in, and we both still. He pulls back his fingers and jumps away from me, a horrified look on his face.
My cheeks are flaming when it finally registers why he’s pushed away from me. I turn away to hide my body from him and the from the shame I feel inside of me.
Today hasn’t been a good day. It only makes sense that this is how it’d end.
“You’re a virgin.”
His voice is filled with shock. Yes, I am a twenty-two-year-old virgin, so what? I don’t need this from him. He doesn’t even know me well enough to judge me.He doesn’t know me at all. Maybe it’s a good thing that I don’t know his name.
“Please leave,” I whisper, righting my clothes.
Everything is fucked up, and I just want to catch some sleep and forget about it all. Maybe when the sun rises, and it registers that I lost my job tonight and managed to embarrass myself to such great lengths, then and only then will I allow myself to care, but tonight…
“Look… I…”
“Get out!”
CHAPTER FOUR
Maddox
I’ve fucked up.
I’m a royal asshole and she has every right to kick me out of her apartment – out of her life – but I don’t want to leave.
The thought of never seeing her again or going back to watching her from afar sends a chill down my spine. No, I can’t lose her when I just found her.
“April…”
She scoffs, “Figures you know my name when I don’t even know yours.”
Fuck!
“That’s only because I’ve heard your co-worker call you a bunch of times.” She ignores me as she heads to the kitchen counter and grabs the unopened bottle of wine.
She uncorks the bottle and pours some into the glass she served me water in. I grab her hand before she can lift the glass to her lips.
“My name is Maddox,” I say when her angry eyes meet mine. “You can call me Mad, if you like.”
“I don’t care to know your name. You just had your finger in me, and…”