Free Catalyst by Leighton Riley

my soaked panties, and uses two fingers to stroke my clit. I whimper as I feel myself climbing higher, so close to relief. He nods but continues the sweet assault, and I’m at a loss of why I needed him to stop. Within a minute of saying his name to stop, I’m moaning as he pushes me over the edge, riding his hand as the orgasm slowly dissipates.
    Both of us are breathing heavy, his sweaty face lying on my shoulder, and I feel like the biggest bitch and tease of all. I let myself come and am about to tell him to tuck it in and suffer from a horrible case of blue balls.
    I’m going back and forth, trying to decide what’s right at this very moment, but in another type of relief, Maguire knows for both of us. Silently, he presses a kiss to my lingering lips and climbs back into the driver’s seat, leaving me flushed, relaxed, and lying down while he’s propped up.
    Awkward doesn’t begin to describe the dynamic right now.
    I want to thank him but know it’s the not what he’s looking for. I’m at a loss for words and can’t stop staring at his beautifully chiseled profile, his chest still rising in deep, controlled breaths. I see his eyes close for a moment before opening and turning my way.
    “You’re going to ruin me,” he says, and I want to defend myself until he continues. “Something about you drives me crazy in the best possible way. I know I’m supposed to be nonchalant about new women, but fuck if I’m not invested. I meant it when I said you should be cherished. A random car fuck isn’t what I want to give you, nor what I planned by bringing you out here.”
    This man knows how to play with my heartstrings. For once, I’m not worrying about how I’ll be judged or if it’s too soon. I know, deep down, that this might be good for me. The fluttering in my stomach I get when I hear him say my name, the smile that covers my face at the mere thought of him—he’s what I want.
    “I feel like in a normal situation, I’d ask for you to take me back to your place. In my heart, though, I can’t do that. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fuck another man in that home,” I tell him because it’s the truth. I’m trying to be strong here but being in Liam’s home with Maguire, intimately, feels like the worst kind of betrayal.
    “Okay—”
    “Let me finish. Can you please take me to my place? It’s not the best because I was hoping to find a house within the next few months and only needed something temporary. My bed is orgasmic,” I finish.
    Looking at me curiously with a hint of a smile, he asks, “Is this your way of telling me you’d like to finish what we have started back at your place?” His smile widens.
    “Mhmm.” I nod sheepishly.
    “Were you worried I’d decline your offer?” His eyebrow goes up in question.
    Thinking about it, I shake my head. I mainly needed to tell him I wasn’t going back to his home.
    “Good. We’ll come back to the lake another night. I’m not sure if this is a proper date, now that we’ve turned it into something … more, but since you’ve mentioned this orgasmic bed of yours, I can’t complain.” He chuckles and puts the car in reverse, taking us back to the city.
    The unspoken electricity between us during the drive back is enough to make me wet. I can’t help myself and take a good look at the bulge in his pants. Every few minutes, he shifts in his seat and it takes everything in me not to unbutton his pants right there and stroke him from base to tip, licking and sucking until he explodes for me.
    In reality, I sit quietly, biting my lip as he drives a little more aggressively than before, a sense of urgency radiating from him.
    The drive back is quiet, but it couldn’t have been louder. The tension continues to rise as we sit next to each other. We’re close enough to touch, but it’s almost as if it’s forbidden and we’re waiting until we’re in the safety of my bedroom to allow ourselves any more pleasure.
    Delayed gratification