“It’s not a compliment. It’s the truth. I could watch you forever.” Because I want to be with you forever. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them. “You don’t have to be embarrassed around me. Ever. Not even if you’re, I dunno, listening to Nickelback.”
“I like Nickelback.”
Blake tried to conceal his horror.
Farrah giggled. “Kidding. You should’ve seen the look on your face.”
“Thank god. See? If I don’t judge you for that, I won’t judge you for anything.”
“I know.” She blew out a breath. “I don’t know why this is so hard. I have no problem when I’m alone.”
“Would it help if I went first?”
Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. “What?”
“You’re embarrassed to touch yourself in front of me. What if I did it first?” Blake reached down and grasped his shaft. He kept his gaze on hers as he slid his hand over his length, rock-hard and throbbing from Farrah’s show.
Farrah’s lips parted. Her eyes darted down, up, and down again. They stayed there.
Meanwhile, Blake ran his gaze over her face and body. It glistened with a faint sheen of sweat from her earlier exertions. Her hair was tousled and her lips swollen. He remembered how he felt between those lips, remembered the warmth of her breath against his skin and the way her soft curves molded against his.
His breath quickened. He increased his pace until his head fell back, and he came with a roar. Then Farrah was there, enveloping him in the warmth of her mouth, and he came harder, gripping her hair for dear life as she milked every last drop from him.
Once they finished, he collapsed against the wall, ears ringing from the intensity of his orgasm.
Farrah licked her lips. Her eyes were bright with arousal. “That was amazing.”
“Not embarrassing?”
She shook her head.
“That’s how I feel when I’m watching you. Except more so because guys are horny bastards.”
Case in point: Blake hardened again. When it came to Farrah, he was insatiable.
“Good.” Farrah eased herself back into her previous position. “Let’s try this again.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Farrah’s pulse raced with nerves and arousal. She’d seen guys touch themselves before—in porn. It didn’t do much for her. But watching Blake? It felt even more intimate than she imagined sex would feel.
Flames of lust curled around her, making her breasts ache and her core weep with need. It didn’t help that Blake was sitting there, looking more gorgeous than any human had the right to look. His eyes, dark and hooded with desire, watched her slide her hands over her body for the second time that night.
“It’s ok if we don’t get there this time.” His voice rolled over her, hoarse but reassuring. “We’ll have next time and the time after that. We have all the time in the world.”
They didn’t. They knew that, which was why Farrah refused to look away as she touched herself. She refused to retreat to the corner of her mind that taunted her with its doubts. Instead, she focused on the way her body hummed when she brought it to life, and when those doubts reached out to drag her to the place where she alone was allowed, she focused on Blake and the way he looked at her—like he never wanted to blink. Like he’d never desired anyone the way he desired her.
In that moment, she believed everything he’d ever told her.
Her breath hitched. Images of Blake stroking himself flooded her mind. Her movements grew faster, jerkier.
So close.
Her lashes fluttered. The corner in her mind beckoned. Farrah grit her teeth and ordered her thoughts to shut up. To her surprise, they obeyed.
However, that didn’t compare to her surprise when her orgasm slammed through her less than a minute later. The tidal wave of pleasure was so sudden and unexpected she didn’t register what was happening until she was already coming down—
“Oh my god,” she gasped. Farrah was so caught up in the throes of climax, she didn’t realize Blake had moved.