Page 220 of I Will Mend You
“A-Alright.” My teeth clamp down on my lower lip.
His fingers continue their journey, sliding along the lace of my panties. The pulse between my legs pounds hard, drowning out the excitement below. Each touch sends a rush of heat to my core, and my folds become slick.
“Are you watching the crowd?” he asks.
Gulping, I force my gaze back down to the bookshop. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
He pushes my panties aside, exposing my pussy to the cool air. When his fingers slide up my slit and find my swollen clit, I want to scream.
“Xero,” I say, my voice strangled.
“Shhh… Show some respect for the book launch.”
Swallowing back a moan, I relax into his embrace. My body thrums with anticipation as his digits tease my needy clit with slow, deliberate circles. Pleasure rolls through my core in delicious waves, making it impossible to focus on regrets. Breathing hard, I roll my hips and concentrate on the moment.
“Stay still,” he whispers, his voice thickening with desire.
“Fuck.” I force my body to go rigid.
He chuckles. “You’re doing so well. Keep watching your fans while I make you feel like a queen.”
His fingers continue their relentless teasing, driving me closer to the edge. My legs tremble, and my lips part with a throaty moan.
“Don’t make a sound,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to take my fingers like a good little ghost.”
The thrill of his words add to the sensation, and I stifle a whimper. Public sex has always been my weakness, and it’s even more illicit with the oblivious crowd below. Xero and I are supposed to be dead, yet here we are, getting off at my author debut.
His fingersslide down to my opening, teasing the slick moisture there before plunging inside. Molten ecstasy surges through my core, making my knees buckle. Xero keeps me upright, his strong arm an anchor around my waist. His fingers move in a rhythm that has me gasping for breath, and pleasure mounts with every thrust.
“Look at them,” he purrs into my ear. “They adore you and your words. You’re an artist in your own right, just as I always believed.”
It’s true. Xero was the first person to fall in love with my manuscript. He even asked for more books. And even during that lull when I still thought he was a ghost, he read through my work, giving me inspiration at night.
Pressure builds around my clit, and his fingers increase their pace, stroking and thrusting until I see stars. My pussy clenches around his digits, the pleasure becoming nearly unbearable, his words fueling my desire.
“Remember how it feels to be adored, to be wanted. That’s how it’s going to be from now on.”
His fingers rub a spot that makes my inner muscles convulse. Then his hot breath fans across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Now, come for me, little ghost. Let go.”
At his command, he takes me to the edge, then the thumb stroking my clit presses down, and I explode. A climax tears through my system, white and hot and all-consuming. Electricity sizzles across my nerves, making my body shudder.
“That’s my girl,” he growls, his thumb tracing gentle circles, heightening the intensity of my pleasure. “You feel so good, spasming around my fingers.”
The crowd launches into polite applause before forming orderly lines to the cash register. I lean my forearms over the railing, panting and gasping through the aftershocks.
Before I can fully recover, Xero pulls his fingers out of my pussy, yanks down my panties, and bends me over the balcony railing. The rush of cool air makes the skin on the backs of my thighs erupt into goosebumps.
Gripping my hips, he runs the crown of his cock along my wetness, coating it in my arousal. His Prince Albert bumps against my clit, detonating delicious sparks. As he nudges at my entrance, my need for him becomes unbearable.
Whimpering, I push back, desperate to be filled.
“Patience,” he murmurs against my ear and pulls back.
I brace myself, my heart racing with anticipation. “Please,” I whisper. “I need your cock. I need you.”
“When you put it like that, how could I deny my talented little ghost?”