Teach Me How To Burn
he commanded, voice strained.
I obeyed, barely able to breathe. His eyes were fire, his fists clenched in his lap like if he so much as moved, he’d ruin the whole thing.
“You’re killing me,” he rasped. “You have no idea what you look like right now.”
I couldn't control the little whimpers and moans that slipped. My best friend was watching me touch myself. The pressure between my legs built, fast and dizzying. I felt wild, untethered. Every time my fingers circled, I saw him twitch, his throat bobbing, jaw tight.