Shit-mother-fucker.Not too much. She just had plans all of her own.
She brushed her thumb over my already leaking head. “I want to watch while you come.” It was taking everything in me not to blow as it was.
“Fuuuuuuck.” I groaned. Her hands on me felt too good, better than I ever could have imagined.
She giggled breathily and did it again, eyes sparkling with amusement, while I watched her discover she had me wrapped around her finger—that she always had. I was in big fucking trouble now.
“You are a greedy, wicked little troublemaker, aren’t you?” I chuckled lowly, but my laugh was cut off as she stroked me again, making me jerk.
“Do I make you feel as good as you make me feel, Carter?” She hummed.
“Yeah,” I panted. “But I meant what I said.”
“I thought you might say that.” She admitted, but her smirk didn’t falter. “And I think it’s only fair that you come for me before you leave.” She pushed my hand towards my erection, her small hand over mine, as we stroked my cock in unison. “I want towatch you come for me, Carter, and if you won’t letmedo it, then I want to watch whileyoudo it.” She demanded.
The thing she didn’t realize was that at this point, I would have let her keep going. Desperately wanted her to. “You’re going to pay for this later.” I narrowed my eyes, coming up with all kinds of sinful retribution.
“That’s the plan.”
Evil little kitten.
I thrust involuntarily, head tipping to hers as I surrendered when she swept her fingers over my head before she let go.
“Fuck me.” I rasped, pumping my cock in my hands as she watched, excited and breathless underneath me.
“Yes, exactly.” Her lips quirked adorably. “Let’s fuck you.”
I captured her mouth with mine and wished it were her hands on me, but I shouldn’t have been complaining at all. I mean, she was right technically, this was keeping to the rules. Sort of. And I would take anything she’d give me.
I started to go tense as her hands roamed over me, grasping at my hair, teeth yanking on my lips as I got closer, fucking my own hand, imagining it was her I was sinking into instead.
“Are you going to come all over my stomach?” She murmured, and fuck if that wasn’t hot.
“Do you want me to?” I whimpered against her lips, hardly able to get the words out as she pulled me closer.
“Yeah, give me something for the road, flyboy.” She demanded, nails raking over my scalp, over my shoulders, over my chest as she dragged her teeth over my bottom lip.
Oh, this woman, I could give her something for the road.
“Fuck the rules.” I panted, and I couldn’t help myself as I let go and grabbed that ponytail, wrapping it around my fist several times.
I claimed her mouth with mine, desperate, sloppy and needy, as I slid my hand up her smooth inner thigh.
Her sharp intake of breath was her only response as she shifted and gave me open access, inviting me in.
“Fuck, I should stop.” I rasped, pleading with her, knowing I wasn’t strong enough to do it on my own. “You have no idea the things I’m thinking about doing to you.” My fingers inched closer to heaven. “Tell me to stop.” I begged, feeling myself starting to come apart at the seams.
“Nope, can’t do that.” She gasped when my fingers slid higher. “Do you feel that, Kensington? That’s all for you.” She moaned as the pads of my fingers brushed against the slick heat between her legs. “I wanted to touch myself yesterday, but I didn’t. I saved myself, all for you.”
Fuck me.
“If you wanted a gentleman—you’re out of luck.” I warned, my control unravelling, un-spooling faster and faster by the second. “You undressed in front of the wrong man.”
“Why would I tell you to stop when I finally have you right where I want you, hmm?” She huffed out a strained laugh. “When you’re finally doing what I’ve fantasized about a million and one times.”
Yeah, fuck the rules. They were made up anyway.
Only one thing mattered. This. Us. Her.
