#xomonroe

My hand just moves. I didn’t even plan it, really. Muscle memory is crazy sometimes. I slide it down my stomach and slip my fingers between my legs. I’m already wet, embarrassingly fucking soaked—and Two's whole body just turns to stone next to me. He doesn't even have to look at me; he already knows.

I spread my folds with my thumb, touch the little silver bar of my piercing and slowly drag my middle finger through my slick. Then I turn my head on the pillow.

He's looking right at me; eyes dark as hell. That's the only phrasing that can accurately describe it.

The room smells like us. Like sex and weed and his cologne, that warm cedar vanilla that lives in our sheets now. The sunset lamp turns everything ambery and rose  colored, and the way the light hits his skin and his tattoos makes my mouth water. His chest rises, then falls. His abs tense when he moves barely an inch. His hand stretches against my lower back like he's physically stopping himself from reaching for me. He's so still; this controlled, intentional stillness, and I'm over here falling apart just from him looking. Fucking my own hand like a desperate little slut. It's not fair how little he has to do to get me to this point, but I’m not complaining.

"Babyyy," I breathe out, slurring my words on purpose. I keep my finger moving in a slow, lazy circle and let my legs fall open wider so he has a perfect view. "You do this thing."

Two's gaze drops to my hand, then snaps right  back up. His arm is still draped along my back, a warm, heavy weight I feel with every breath I take. "This thing," he repeats. His voice dropped down a full octave in the last five minutes.

"Yeah." I press harder, rolling my fingertip over my piercing, making my hips move on their own. "You stare at me when you're inside me. It's like..." I swallow. "You're looking for something."

I watch his jaw tighten and he doesn’t give me an answer yet, just keeps his eyes on my hand. On the way my fingers move, the way my pussy flutters and glistens, waiting for him. "Everything, Xo," he finally says. His words sound scraped from the bottom of his throat.

My heart does a stupid little flip. "That's not really an answer."

He rolls onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. Now all of his attention is on me, a physical energy I can feel pressing into my skin. I have to stop myself from grinding into my own hand right in front of his face. "Your beautiful face," he says, eyes locked dead on mine. "The way your pupils go all wide right before you cum. Your breath changes too, mama. I can feel you every time it happens and I love that shit." Then he nods at my hand. "And how your thighs are shaking right now. I'm looking at all of it, baby. All the time."

A hot flush crawls up my neck and into my ears. He sees all of it. That's my problem.

"I like it," I whisper. The confession feels like stepping off a ledge. My fingers slide lower and I push one, then a second inside my pussy. The sudden fullness pulls a gasp from me and I don't even try to hide it. I want him to see; want him to see exactly what him just existing in a room does to me. "I really like when you watch me."

"Yeah?" The corner of his mouth ticks up. He’s not smiling, but instead it’s that smug, possessive curve of his lip that makes my stomach tighten.

"Mhm." I curl my fingers slow, pressing into that spot that makes my breath go thin. My back arches off the mattress. "It makes me feel... seen." The word sounds lame the second it leaves. I know it does, but my brain's not producing anything better with two fingers inside me.

"Good," Two says. "'Cause I can't look away from you. Not ever." He moves closer and the heat radiating off his body brands my side. "Tell me something, sweetheart."

"What?" Already breathless.

"You ever do this when you're by yourself?"

The heat in my face spreads down to my chest. I can't lie to him, not right now. "Y-yeah."

"And what do you think about?"

I meet his eyes. My fingers are moving steadier now; in and out, the sound of it wet and slick and shameless. "You," I say. "I think about you watching me. Just like this. Like right now."

His jaw flexes. "What else?"

"I think about you how you talk to me." The words tumble out sloppy, tripping. "The shit you say when you're deep inside me, whispering in my ear."

His eyes go black. "And what do I say to you?"

"You tell me I'm yours." My fingers curl tight and I have to force my eyes from rolling back, chasing the pressure that's starting to build low in my stomach. "Tell me I'm your good girl. That my pussy's so wet you can barely hold it together." My breath hitches and I press deeper. "I love when you tell me how you're gonna fuck me. All the ways you're gonna take me apart."

A low groan comes out of him and he grins; full, lazy, dangerous looking, and he reaches out to lightly grab my jaw, two of his fingers brushing across my bottom lip. "Open for me, baby."

I part my lips and take him in. My tongue swirls around his fingers immediately; salt, a tiny hint of weed and my own taste still on his skin from the last round. I suck hard, pulling him deeper, getting his fingers all wet and messy while I watch his eyes glaze.

"Just like that," he rasps. "My pretty baby. So fuckin’ good for me."

I can feel his dick jump against my hip. Thick and hot and teasing me. 

He pulls his fingers out slow and a string of my spit connects us for a second before it breaks, and the wet sound makes me clench around nothing. Then his hand travels down, right between my legs, right next to my own hand.

"Let me help you," he says, his voice dropping into something darker. Would be threatening if I didn’t know this man so well. "I know how deep you like it."

Two doesn't move my hand out the way. He just presses two fingers against mine and pushes in alongside them, asking with pressure to stretch me open. I gasp, head knocking back into the pillow. The fullness hits like a warm spark from my toes and all the way up my body . Four fingers, mine and his thick, calloused ones curled right next to each other, filling me in a way that's overwhelming and deliciously right at the same time.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he murmurs, his own voice sounding like he’s lost in it too. 

"F-fuck, Two—"

"I’m right here." His voice is thick, low in the way it gets when his mouth is going dry. His fingers curl with mine in a slow, deep drag against the spot that sends electricity straight through my body. "Messy ass pussy. You're squeezing us both, mi amor." Then he presses his forehead against my temple and keeps his fingers moving. "Now keep going. Tell me what else you want."

"I—" My thoughts are splintering. "I wanna be under you so bad. Want you to hold me in place and hold my wrists down." My hips start bucking against our hands. "Fuck me so hard I can't think about anything but you. Fill me until I can't take anything else."

"Goddamn." His thumb finds the bar of my piercing and starts slow circles. My whole body jolts. "My needy girl. You want Daddy to have his way with you?"

"Yes," I whine, and it's ripped out of me. "Please. Two, I'm so fucking close. Let me cum, please—"

His mouth finds my ear with a kiss and a low growl. "You're gonna cum all over our fingers, baby. Just like this. Show me exactly what I do to you." His fingers curl deeper and drag, pressing harder. "Then I'm gonna flip you over, spread you wide and put my tongue in this pretty pussy until you're shaking. Make you cum on my face while I play with these lil chocolate drop nipples I love so much."

A strangled sound comes out of me while my other hand grips the sheets. "Keep talking. Please."

"Love it when you get like this." His voice is velvet and gravel at the same time, and I’m so gone. Hooked. "Can't even help how much you need it. Finger fucking yourself right in front of me, letting me see how you take care of yourself when I can’t; I'd have you do it again just so I can watch you." I feel his thumb pressing down hard on my piercing. "And just when you're about to cum again, I'ma give you what you really want. Feel you squeeze me. Watch you cry for me."

My body is shaking and I’m trying so hard to keep it together. He’s gonna make me cum so hard I might not survive it. "And then?" I pant.

He chuckles gritty and low, the sound vibrating through my whole body. "I'll keep you wrapped around this dick until I decide you're done. Pull out and nut all over this pretty pussy so I can mark you up. Push it back inside 'cause that's where it belongs." He presses his fingers deeper and starts sucking the spot under my ear, and I whine. "And then I'ma do it again. Make you cum so many times you lose count. Until you're a fuckin’ mess I'll clean up myself, reminding you you're mine the whole time."

He pulls back just enough to look at me. "That what you want, sweetheart?"

"Two—" The tears are starting. I’m crying. Just off the pleasure of course, never pain, just exactly what I’m craving and too much. "Please let me cum, Daddy—"

I watch his eyes and bite the inside of my cheek when I watch them darken. Yeah, Two loves when I call him Daddy. Another way for me to keep him wrapped around my finger and me wrapped around him. "Say it again," he groans, and his pace goes frantic. Then our hands are moving together in a messy, desperate rhythm.

"Your fingers feel so fucking good, Daddy, please don't stop." My voice cracks. "I'm so close, I'm gonna—"

"I know." His own voice breaks too; that control of his slipping right into my hands like putty. "You're soaking me, sweetheart. Clenching around us so tight. Give it to me, Xo. Let me see how good it feels."

We keep our eyes locked as it hits and I let him see everything. How my eyes roll back on their own, the way my mouth falls open on a sound that doesn't have a name; just a broken, wet gasped cry that shatters into pieces. My thighs clamp down on our wrists and my body melts; my orgasm peaks in a white hot rush that starts at the bottom of my spine and floods everywhere else, and I can feel myself clenching in rhythmic pulses around our fingers, can feel the warm gush of wetness as it breaks, my whole body writhing and twitching through it like something's been unplugged.

Two just watches; eyes glued. His expression is raw hunger and awe and something that looks terrifyingly like love. "Breathe, mama. You’re okay," he whispers, voice thick with awe as he peppers kisses to my face. "Fucking perfect for me. I love you so much, baby. You did so well for me."

I'm still twitching when he carefully slides our fingers out. The sound is loud; I’m literally pooling cum underneath me. He brings his hand to his mouth, licks my juices off his skin, and doesn't look away. I could cum again just from watching him do that.

I feel fucking spent. Boneless. Jelly bodied and limp in the best way.

"Now get on your stomach for me, baby" he says.