She finally forces an exhale and tries to steady her breathing, as if to prove she’s not affected by my nearness. Flames flicker in her coffee brown eyes. “What do you want me to say? You win. You can make me come. You can toy with my body.” Her tone is defiant, but her hand stays clasped around my straining cock.
“You can move your hand if you want,” I offer, instead of answering her. My lips threaten to turn up at the sides into a mocking smirk.
This has turned into a little test of wills between us, one we both know she will lose. She’ll say she doesn’t want to, and I’ll have to prove, yet again, exactly how much I can twist her into craving me. In an instant, she will become the prey and I the predator.
Instead of letting another argument unfold between us, I flick the first button on my pants loose without looking at her. When she drops her hand back to her naked lap, it’s hesitant, like she is not sure what to do or how to act right now.
Her entire body stiffens, and I finally allow myself to look at her face, and when I do, I find her cheeks crimson. “Don’t act so shy now. You felt my cock before.”
Her gulp is almost audible, and it almost makes me laugh. Yet another thing she’ll pretend she doesn’t want while she writhes for it. “Come here, princess.”
At first, she resists. I finish unbuttoning my pants and let them hang open. Her curious eyes are locked on my zipper, and I know she is waiting for a glimpse. Once I peel open my fly and drag out my cock, she gasps, and I catch her innocent gaze widening. When I lock eyes with her again, she pretends to have not reacted at all, and I snicker.
“I see everything, every want, desire, and need.” I lick my lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone how much you like the look of me.”
“You’re delusional.” She scoots forward on the bed, letting her legs hang over the side while I take a step toward her.
“I’m too tall to make this comfortable. Come here.” I gently help her off the bed onto the floor, using her bicep to guide and place her.
It takes her a moment, but then she realizes what I have in mind. Her eyes study me, and I let her get used to the idea. Let her imagine what is about to happen in her head. I hope she doesn’t think just because she is inexperienced, I’m going to be gentle.
“Touch me,” I grit, my patience wearing thin.
“No.” She shakes her head.
“It wasn’t a question. I’m telling you to do it, and you will obey. Unless you want to be back downstairs in the cell? I’m sure my brother would appreciate having you unprotected.”
I can practically hear her molars grinding together and see the daggers shooting from her eyes. She is furious, but self-preservation wins.
Her temper is only making me harder. The need to sink into her body growing stronger with every thundering beat of my heart. I can’t have her cunt, but I can have her mouth. At least this way, I can feel her around me and still get the full price for her.
Hesitantly, she reaches up to wrap her hands around my cock. She’s pushed up onto her knees now, her ankles folded underneath her to give her more leverage.
Her first touch is hesitant. She drags her dainty hand from the base of my shaft to the head and back again. I like how she doesn’t keep checking in with me as she does it. How every movement seems enrapt and focused solely on what she thinks feels good to her or to me. I don’t fucking know. All I know is I don’t want her to stop.
I bite back the order for her to taste me as long as I can. “Jerk me off like you mean it.”
She looks up at me through thick lashes. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
I cup her hands tighter against my skin and squeeze. “You’ve never touched a cock before?”
A pretty pink flush works its way over the tops of her bare tits and face. “Once, but it was in his pants the entire time. He came before we could do much.”
Shame fills her voice as she speaks, almost as if the fucking boy had made her feel his lack of control had somehow been her fault. I can’t explain the energy that consumes me in that second to comfort her. Even as the idea of her with her hand on another man’s dick enrages me in another way. A way I can’t quite focus on now.
“Suck me. I want your lips wrapped around my cock.”
She blinks as if coming out of a daze and whispers, “What?”