Plese Touch Me Novels & Stories

His gaze gestured to the phone, and I quickly glanced back at the text. "Three points if you wear my jersey." I knew he was capable, and without hesitation, I replied, "Deal." Maybe I shouldn't be interacting with him, but then again, I couldn't say no, even when part of me screamed I should. This was Liam Carter, the Liam Carter who, in only a month, had shown me my standards could be as high as I wanted, and he would always meet them.

That got my eyes slowly dimming at his touch with my body moving to his rhythm. His finger came down to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning them one at a time. "Don't you have a meeting to attend to?" I asked, gradually drifting into his charm. When he unhooked the fourth button, i felt his hand going under my top, reaching for my right boob. His hand came around it, giving a gentle squeeze, causing my body to sway at his touch. "The meeting can wait." His lips came down on my neck with kisses, trailing my skin with his tempting and Icy touch.

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

“Erase us both. Or erase me. But either way… only one of us walks out with a name.” Ember looked back at the screen. MIRRORFALL blinking. TRANSFERAL glowing. UNKNOWN still waiting. Ember steps toward the console. Beta follows. Close. Matching her pace. Every movement synced like a shadow. Ember says nothing. Her fingers touch the keys. > “ENTER TRUTH: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _” She closes her eyes. Types nine letters. “NOTHERS.” The screen pauses. > CONFIRMED. The third file opens.

Or guilt. Because she chooses it. “Touch me,” she pleads, desperation trembling in every syllable. She presses her hips into me, the heat between her legs searing even through the thin barrier of fabric. “Please.” “Where do you want me to touch you?” I ask, letting my voice fall to a velvet whisper. She falters, her gaze dropping, so I decide to ease her into it. “Here?” I lift a hand and cup her breast, brushing my thumb softly over the stiff peak hidden beneath her shirt.

Her loins start to throb just thinking of the boy waiting without knowing for her touch. “I know you prefer your red wine.” Thomas handed the glass to her before letting his arm circled around her waist pulling her against his stomach. “Feel my power Aiwa.” He instructed. Looking into his already bloodshot eyes she used her free hand to slide over his huge stomach in search of his already bulging penis. She slowly brushed across him feeling him grow some more. “We need to talk Thommo.” “Play with me a bit,” he instructed. “I want it in you.”

The lube itself was cold but the toy felt so good. Once it was in, Brandon grabbed his phone and pushed a button, cutting on the vibrations of the toy that made me bite my lip hard. “How does that feel, baby girl?” He asked. I moaned at the vibrations that it was causing in my body; then I began to think of how it was going to work when the five of us are finally together, together.

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

"I'm not sure yet. I need to check further. Please unfasten your bra." As it concerned my health, I didn't hesitate and unfastened it at once. My rosy skin was exposed to the air. There were still marks on it from where I had been touched earlier. "Have a look, doctor." Nicholas didn't wear gloves this time, and his rough skin brushed up right against mine. Without any barrier between us, I could feel his touch even more clearly than before. I didn't want to humiliate myself in front of him, so I lifted my head and forced myself to endure it.

Isabella slapped the phone from my hand. It shattered on the floor. "Done with the act?" Her voice was shrill. "Get your bastard on his knees and apologize to my son! Kneel!" I held Leo close, glaring at her. "You hurt him, and you want the victim to apologize?" "Ha!" Nico swaggered over, grinding the shattered phone under his heel. "Didn't you tell Mommy, Leo? At school, the other kids get in line to shine my shoes for me."