He laughed.
Was that good?
It was sexy as hell...but was it bad?
“No, we’re not going to play that game.” Rohan shifted his hands so that both of them could torment my nipples. “I want tohear you say it. You went into that coffee shop wanting naughty things and imagining being used, didn’t you?”
Ugh. My answer was either going to have him walking out in a huff or giving me the best orgasm ever.
I just wished I knew which one it would be.
“I’d...I’d been working on sex scenes all morning. For hours, it was just spanking and fucking and even...even that bonus scene with the sounds I keep promising. Hours, Sir. Hours.” I’d edged myself without even realizing it.
“Oh, poor baby.” His words said he knew how terrible it’d been but his fingers were still tormenting me. “You were a horny mess when you left the house. I bet you didn’t even have time to jerk off or hump the bed.”
Pushing the images of that out of my head, I pouted. “I was running late. I edged myself without even thinking about it. That’s just terrible.”
I’d been planning on getting a shower but that hadn’t worked out as anticipated.
Time management was difficult.
“No, it’s so sexy.” Releasing one aching nipple, Rohan’s free hand moved lower and with purpose until he grabbed my dick through my pants. “If I’d been here, you could’ve just bent over your desk when you’d finished and begged for my cock. Wouldn’t that have been a good reward?”
Yes.
No.
Wait.
“I...I beg and then I get your cock, right?” That’d been what he’d said? Maybe? “You...that’s what you meant?”
His wicked chuckle had me pouting before he’d even started to answer. “Did I promise a fuck immediately following a beg? No. I don’t think I did.”
That really shouldn’t be as erotic as it sounded.
“Yes, I knew you’d like that idea.” Rohan’s rough squeeze had me gasping as hot pleasure fired through me, but he eased off just as I was about to explode. “You’d bend over anyway, though. You’d be so relieved to be done and so worked up, you’d shove your pants down and beg to be fucked.”
No.
No. That wouldn’t...
I wouldn’t...
“I shouldn’t do that. It’s...I’m not...” Shoot. I probably was. “You’d...what would you have thought?”
As I reminded myself that Rohan didn’t seem to be like other guys, he kissed my neck again and squeezed my dick. “I’d have thought that I was very lucky, and I’d have fucked the needy slut who offered himself up so sweetly.”
Oh.
That had logic and functional words scattering to every corner of the universe, but Rohan didn’t seem to need me to talk at the moment. “I bet you’d have thanked me so nicely for fucking you and then I’d have spanked you for being a demanding slut.”
His hand squeezed my cock again before he started a slow massage that had me shaking and pressing my ass back against him. “I wouldn’t have been surprised, though.”
Usually, everything I did shocked people at the very least, so that was nice to hear.
“But I’d get fucked, right?” Had we established that? “That’s the deal. Bend, beg, and fuck.”
There’d been more fine print, but I couldn’t remember it.
