“June, you?—”
I glare at him.
“You told me next time, I’d get to suck you off. This is next time.” His hand captures my jaw, tipping it to look at him, and my breathing hitches when I see the hot look in his eyes. He sits on the edge of the bed, and I grin in pleasure, but then squeal ashis hand moves to my hips, pulling me into him. I let out a little shriek, my hands moving to his shoulders.
“Only if you touch yourself while you do. Only if you get yourself all nice and wet for me.” He presses hot kisses all along my jaw to my ear, nipping the lobe and making me suck in a breath. He reaches for my hand, grabs it, then settles it over my center, making me cup my pussy. “Can you do that for me, June?” I nod fervently, then shift away, moving to my knees quickly, eager to make both of us feel good.
My hand, still between my legs, starts to wander, sliding over my clit as my mouth wraps around the tip of his cock. We both moan as I use my tongue to slide over it, then slowly lower my mouth onto him. His hands come to my hair, gathering it and pulling it away from my face. I slide a finger into myself as my lips hit the base, and I let out a heavy breath.
“Are you fingering yourself with a mouth full of my cock?” His voice is low, and I nod, sliding in another finger, my thumb grazing over my clit as I settle my free hand on his thigh to steady myself. “That’s it. Ride those, lady luck. Get yourself nice and wet for me.”
I moan around him, the sound muffled, and the combination has my pleasure ratcheting. His hand tightens in my hair just a bit, his other hand gripping his knee as if trying to restrain himself, and I feel the smallest jerk of his hips before he stops, letting me take the lead.
But that’s not what I want.
I want him to use me.
With that in mind, I cover his hand on my head, pushing it deeper, then pulling it back, showing him what I want, what he can take. A deep groan leaves his lips, his head falling back as his cock throbs in my mouth. “Fuck, June, you want me to fuck your face?”
I nod as best I can, moaning as my hips speed up with the mere thought. I don’t have to rely on my imagination for long, though, because Graham takes full advantage, and soon the room is filled with both of our pleasured sounds.
I’m on my knees before him, his hand in my hair, forcing me to look at him as he stares down at me between his spread legs, using the hand in my hair to fuck my face, and I have never felt hotter in my life. I’ve never felt more needed, never felt more desired, never felt more in control.
“You look so fucking pretty, your lips wrapped around my cock, eyes watering. Is your pussy soaked for me, June?” he asks after a minute of this. I take him in deeper and moan my answer. “Show me.” My brows furrow as I suck on him, but he reaches for my arm, tugging on my bicep. “Show me your hand, June. Show me just how wet you are for me.” I groan, sinking my fingers deeper to get even more wet from my center before pulling out and lifting my hand. His free hand wraps around my wrist and pulls it closer for inspection. The hand in my hair pulls me deeper until his cock hits the back of my throat, and he groans, though I don’t know if it’s from my hand or my mouth.
“God, you really are a wet girl, aren’t you? Is this all for me?”
I don’t answer, lost in the emotions, thoughts, and needs swirling through me, but his hand slows my descent, urging me until my eyes meet his. “Is your pussy drenched because of me? From the fact that your mouth is wrapped around my cock, that you’re sucking your boss off, that he’s liking it so much, it’s taking everything in him not to blow right this fucking second?”
I nod the best I can, watching as his head dips, sliding my fingers into his mouth and groaning deep as he sucks them clean. I make another muffled moan, my hips rocking, my legs tightening around emptiness.
“I know, baby. You want something so bad, don’t you? You want my cock inside your pretty wet cunt?” I moan and nod, andhe drops my hand, smiling wide. “A little bit more. Take yourself a little closer.” The next sound is far less pleasure and far more panic. I’m too close as it is, and he is far too entertained right now. He’s not suffering or as gone as I clearly am, something I need to amend. I moan around him as I move my wet hand down, but instead of fingering myself some more, I run my fingers, wet from a mix of my pussy and his fingers, over his balls, tugging gently. His cock leaps in my mouth, and his hand tightens in my hair.
“You fucking tease,” he grits out, but I know I won this battle when he pushes my head deeper onto his cock, hitting the back of my throat. He moans my name low and needy before he pulls back with a reluctant groan. I sit on my heels, watching him as I lick my lips, breathing heavy, my legs pressing together with unsated need.
“Fuck, June, you’re so perfect,” he murmurs before he bends, lifting me and laying me on the bed.
“I’m perfect, and I also desperately need to come,” I whine, my fingers gently moving through my center, my entire body jolting with need. I’m teetering on the edge, and I know it would just take one hard press to shatter completely.
But that’s not what I want.
Not right now.
I don’t want an easy orgasm, I don’t want the relief; I want the moment. I want to come with him deep inside of me, his hair falling into his face, his body against mine, breath coasting over my skin.
“Please fuck me,” I say, slipping one finger inside of myself. He watches, enraptured, before he turns, fumbling for his shorts.
“Let me just…fuck,” he says, a bit too unhappy for my liking, not the kind that’s filled with desire, but instead panic. I shiftto see he’s holding his wallet and looking over my naked body, forlorn.
“Fuck? Yes, that’s the goal, Graham.” His jaw tightens.
“I don’t have a condom,” he says. “Do you?” I bite my lip and shake my head.
“As much as I’m a progressive woman who believes women should be fully in charge of their own sexual health, the mere idea of going into the drug store in my small town and having to ask someone to unlock the condom section makes me want to die a little,” I admit.
“Fuck,” he grins, pulling a hand through his hair. His cock is hard, the tip red and leaking precum, and suddenly, all I want is for him to stretch me, to fill me.
And I trust him. I know it deep in my chest, the same way I knew that very first night I was safe to go to his room with him.
