I hate how good he is at this.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. Pressing hard enough to make it hurt in the right way, slow enough to make me full on hard.
I can’t help the smug grin as I flip two imaginary fingers at Jay.
Eat this, fucker. You wanted to punish me? Exile me? Look how that story gets a very fucking happy ending.
“You’re unusually quiet,” Yosh says, yanking me out of my thoughts.
“Maybe. But you’re unusually wicked.”
His thumbs pause at the edge of my shorts. I hold my breath.
“You want me to stop?”
No.
Yes.
Fuck.
“Didn’t say that.”
“You can tell me to stop anytime. I mean it. We're not going anywhere you don’t feel comfortable with.”
“I’m going to scream if you stop now.”
That gets a dark laugh out of him.
He leans in, his chest grazing my back. It lets him reach deeper, fingertips gliding over my tailbone, into the curve of my ass. He’s gentler now, careful like he expects me to pull away.
I don’t. I want him to know that.
The moan that slips out when he touches my crease is thick with desperation.
It hits me, I need to play along. Make him tremendously horny so he has no choice but to flip me over and do fuck knows what. That would be so scandalous.
“You alright?” he asks.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re breathing a little heavier than before.”
“You’re imagining things.”
His hands slide over my arse to my hips, then glide back up along my ribs. His fingers move in slow, deep circles over my nipples, toying with them as they harden under his touch. The groan that follows is involuntary.
Fuckfuckfuck.
My hips grind against the table, again and again.
I’m pretty sure this is payback for yesterday, and a clear reminder I can’t get away with all the shit I pull.
Fine, I’ll surrender, but I’m the one on the table, so the way I see it, the victory is mine anyway. My cock has other plans, throbbing in painful surrender.
He needs to act. Now.
“Yosh.. ”
