Can’t look away
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The movie was loud.
Some random action movie with nonstop explosions played on the TV in Malachi’s living room. But I wasn’t paying attention to it anymore. I was curled up against Malachi on the couch, my head resting near his shoulder, pretending to watch the screen.
My eyes kept slipping down to his hands. They rested on his thigh. His long fingers were relaxed, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out every time he flexed them a little. I couldn’t take my eyes off them.
I watched his thumb slowly rub along the edge of his phone case. Something warm pooled low in my stomach. It really felt like I couldn’t look away.
Of course, he noticed. He always notices.
A quiet laugh vibrated through his chest. “You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?” I mumbled, forcing my gaze back to the TV.
“Staring at my hands like you wanna eat them.” His voice was cocky and amused. He lifted his right hand and slowly curled his fingers, showing them off on purpose. “What’s going on in that pretty little head, baby? You got a hand kink or something?”
My face burned. “Shut up, Malachi. That’s not funny.”
He grinned, that smug little smile that made my heart stutter. Before I could say anything else, he shifted forward, grabbed my waist with both hands, and pulled me toward him. “C’mere.”
I let out a surprised breath as he guided me over his lap. My knees settled on either side of his thighs, straddling him on the couch. The position felt intimate immediately — my chest close to his, his face right there.
His hands stayed on my hips, holding me steady as I adjusted. “Better,” he said, his voice lower now. One of his hands slid up my back, then back down, slipping under the hem of my loose shorts.
“Now I can see how bad you’re blushing.” His fingers traced along the curve of my ass, then moved between my legs from the front, rubbing me over my panties. “And how wet you are.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. Being spread over his lap like this made everything feel more exposed. His fingers pressed firmer, stroking me through the thin fabric until I was rocking against his hand without thinking.
“Malachi…” I whispered, gripping his shoulders.
“Yeah?” He smirked, eyes half-lidded as he watched my face. “You like being up here? Where I can feel you grinding on me?”
I nodded, too embarrassed to speak. He hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them to the side. Cool air hit my slick skin for a second before his fingers were on me again — two this time, sliding up and down my folds, spreading the wetness.
The rough pads of his fingertips felt so much more intense in this position. He circled my clit, making my thighs tense around his hips. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmured, sounding way too pleased with himself. “All that just from staring at my hands? Damn, baby, didn’t know my hands looked that good.”
“Shut up,” I breathed, but it came out shaky. He chuckled and pushed one long finger inside me slowly. The stretch made me exhale hard against his neck. He curled it immediately, pressing right into that spot that made my toes curl.
The angle was perfect like this — deeper, more direct. Every little movement of his finger sent warm sparks through my belly. He added a second finger, pumping them steadily while his thumb found my clit again.
The wet sounds were obvious now, quiet little noises every time his fingers slid in and out. I could feel his knuckles brushing against me, the way his hand flexed between my thighs. My hips started moving on their own, rocking down to meet his thrusts.
“That’s it,” he said against my ear, his voice rough. “Doing so good, baby. You look so pretty.”
The pressure built fast. Every curl of his fingers, every slow grind of his thumb on my clit, every tiny shift of his wrist — it all stacked on top of each other. My walls fluttered around his fingers, squeezing tight as the heat coiled tighter in my core.
“Malachi — fuck — I’m close,” I gasped, burying my face in his shoulder.
“Good. Come on my hand, baby.” He picked up the pace, fingers thrusting deeper, thumb pressing firmer circles. “There she is,” he murmured softly.
It hit me hard. My thighs shook around his lap as the orgasm crashed through me. I moaned into his neck, pulsing and clenching around his fingers while he kept moving them, dragging it out. Little aftershocks kept twitching through me.
“Atta girl,” he praised. My whole body felt warm and shaky, like I couldn’t hold myself up anymore.
He finally slowed, then gently pulled his fingers out. “You did so good for me, baby,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
“Mhm,” I breathed.
I could feel how wet his fingers were as he rested his hand on my thigh. He brought them up between us, showing me the shine on his skin with that cocky smirk again.
“So next time you wanna stare at my hands,” he said, voice low and teasing, “just say so. I’ll put them to better use, yeah?”
I laughed breathlessly and lightly smacked his chest, still straddling his lap, heart racing. “You’re the worst.”
He just grinned wider and pulled me closer. “You love it.”
Yeah, he’s right. I do love it.
