Page 85 of Loverboy

My breath hitched as he abruptly plunged a finger still tacky with lube inside, right down to the knuckle. A prickling heat tore through me with the intrusion, settling only when he went completely still. My whole body trembled, and I couldn’t help but push into his hand. I needed him to move.

“Is it so hard to say what you want clearly?” Jasper asked, pressing his lips to my temple.

It was.

The kiss felt patronizing, only adding to my mounting frustration. But I couldn’t stop grinding into his touch, my breath coming in shallow bursts. What I wanted was too embarrassing to give voice to.

“One is enough, right?” he whispered against my ear.

“No,” I hissed.

“Two?”

He added a second finger, stretching me wider and leaving me gasping. My cock hung uselessly between us, arousal smearing over his skin. Pathetically, the small amount of friction had me already feeling like I was going to burst, my muscles drawn tight.

“Please,” I moaned.

“Please, what?” His fingers curled, my inner walls fluttering wildly around them.

“Three.”

“Greedy.”

With an amused chuckle, he added a third. He pumped them in and out slowly, so fucking slowly, I had to grit my teeth to stop myself from cursing out loud. I wasn’t nearly full enough. I didn’t want his fingers at all. I wanted to be fully seated on his dick, to feel him tearing me apart.

“You said you’d be good,” he scolded.

“I am,” I lied.

“Really?” he wondered. “It looks more like you’re begging for my cock.”

He tortured me for several minutes with the idle stretching and stroking, and I wanted so badly to touch myself, though I knew he would punish me for that, too. I prayed for every slide of my cock over his abs and shuddered violently each time it came.

“No more fingers,” I whimpered. “I need you.”

“You already have me,” he teased.

I clenched around his fingers as they withdrew with a soft squelch, desperate to keep them inside, even as I asked for something more. The tip of his cock replaced them, nudging insistently against my thoroughly stretched hole and making me gasp.

I felt the rumbling in his chest—a guttural groan while I sank onto his cock inch by inch, until I was truly full and burning up from the inside. No matter how many times we did this, it wasn’t enough to make up for all the time we’d wasted being anything but one.

He didn’t move at all after he bottomed out. I squirmed in his lap, earning myself a reprimanding squeeze to my ass that left behind sticky residue in the outline of his fingers. Minutes seemed to pass sitting just like that, and when I lifted my head from the comfort of his neck and shoulder, I saw he’d gone straight back to business—phone in one hand.

“Better?” he asked, gaze fixed on the article on his phone.

“No,” I grumbled.

“Guess you’ll just have to lie all by yourself, then.”

He shifted, threatening to pull out and leave me empty. I wrapped my arms around his waist, my thighs clenching against his hips to keep myself seated.

“That’s what I thought.”

I burned with indignation from my neck to the tips of my ears.

Every once in a while, his cock would soften, and I’d move again until it stirred back to life inside me. I kept my head tucked under his chin, my ear against his chest, listening to the steady drum of his heart.

With his free hand, he dragged his nails along my spine. I melted into him completely, my lids growing heavy with every lazy stroke. I wanted to complain, to tell him to stop what he was doing and fuck me properly.