He swallowed hard. “Please make me come.”
I felt myself get wetter than I already was at the honesty in those words. I kissed him again, my hand still stroking him as he whimpered against my mouth. “Almost.”
“What do you mean, ‘almost’?”
I pressed the switch on the little bullet and the sound made his eyes bulge. He seemed to have forgotten.
“You’re still okay?” I asked, brushing my nose against his cheek.
“Yes,” he breathed, but his hands were gripping the top of the headboard so hard I thought he might actually break it.
“You’ll tell me when you need to stop, yeah?” I affirmed.
“Yeah.” he repeated.
“Kiss me,” I said.
It was almost as painful for me as it was for him to repeat all of my steps, this time with the aid of the vibe as well as my lips. Oren bucked beneath me as his breathing grew more and more ragged. I ran the toy over his torso, focusing on his chest and his body shivered, more so when I finally reached my destination and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth.
I was watching and feeling him unravel right in front of me. I couldhearit.
I teased his inner thighs with the bullet, then pulled my mouth off his dick so I could run the toy along the shaft. He was really moaning now, grinding against the vibrations. I kissed his hip, about to make another comment when he let out another low, choked off gasp.
He pulled his hands free from the headboard, reaching down to pull me up.
“Hey! Why are you free?” I demanded, partly dazed by the feral look in his eyes.
A half-smirk tugged at his mouth. “Boyscout, remember?”
This sneaky bastard deliberately chose a knot he could easily escape. I don’t even have time for sarcasm before his mouth crushes any potential comment. I melt into his kiss, tasting the fire behind it.
“Playtime’s over, June,” he said, his voice a deep rumble. “It’s my turn.”
He pins me down to the mattress, not needing to rely on any restraints to keep me there. I couldn’t move even if I tried and I wouldn’t want to. I was already so wet from teasing him that mybody welcomed him easily. We both groaned and he closed his eyes as I adjusted around him.
But when he began to move, it was like something inside him had been unleashed. What had been playful teasing and banter earlier had now intensified to a heat that had me gasping for breath. His thrusts were hard and relentless butintentional, his hips grinding whenever he bottomed out.
“No more words?” He pulled back enough for me to be able to see his face—open, flushed, focused and greedy. A mirror to my own. But I couldn’t speak, not when the feeling of him inside of me was driving me over the edge of crazy. “Where’s your eloquence now, June?”
I gasped and he gently bit down on my exposed neck, slowing his intense strokes to a tortuous grind, evidently trying to punish me for all the teasing I did earlier.
“More.” I pinched my eyes shut, soaking in ecstasy. “I want more, Oren.”
He gathered my wrists in one hand, then started feeling around the bed and I barely had a chance to think about what he was doing when I felt the bullet on my clit. My eyes flew open, the added sensation sending my body into another orbit. I fought against his grip, crying out until I reached my peak and fell to pieces under him.
But he wasn’t done with me yet. Instead, he used both hands to pin mine down, continuing to fuck me through my orgasm and the aftershocks, far beyond what I thought was my breaking point. His head was buried in my neck, and between the sounds he made and the way his hips pistoned against mine, I knew that this game was fast coming to an end.
I wrapped my legs around him tightly, pressing the heels of my feet into the small of his back and he sped up, slamming into me one last time before coming, loud and shameless.
For a while we just laid there panting, waiting for reality to realign itself.
“Just couldn’t help yourself, huh?” I asked, delivering a smack to his ass.
“You can try again next time,” he said, pressing a tired kiss to my neck. “Think of it as a learning curve.”
“You’re considering a next time?”
A rush of sudden nervousness flashed through me. I hadn’t wanted to ask him about his decision yet. I’d wanted to give all of them time to come to me when they were ready with an answer they didn’t feel pressured to give.
