The room’s lit only by a rose gold glow from one of those weird salt lamps on her nightstand—I guess if she’s low on sodium she can use it like a salt lick for humans.
Grasping handfuls of my shirt, she pulls until buttons pop free, and her sharp painted nails drag down my bare chest. Rocking her hips, Whit curves to slide her tongue across my nipple, and electrified tingles race across the surface of my balls, tightening them with so much raw pleasure I let out a throaty groan.
“Shhh.” She slaps a hand over my mouth. “He’s a deep sleeper, but notthatdeep of a sleeper.”
Nodding that I understand, I take to chewing at my bottom lip as she continues a trailing tongue lick south. Whit settles onto the mattress between my legs without removing her tongue from my abs. Eventually my belt buckle stops her in her tracks. Naturally, my hands immediately land there to fumble with it. But she stops me, to my dismay.
“You’re so impatient.” She smirks up at me, tugging the buckle free.
“I’m fuckingdying. I’ve been wanting you like this for weeks.”
“And now that you’ve got me, don’t you want to take your time?” Her thumb kicks open the button on my jeans, and the sound of a metal zipper fills the silent room. “You got me off so many times tonight. Let me reward you.”
Fuck, I don’t even need to know what she means by that—I want it.
Her fingers curl around the waistband of my jeans, pulling and shimmying, only accepting help in the form of a slight lift of my hips. And I can’t help but reach down to give my dickone quick stroke through the thin cotton of my boxer briefs, earning a teasing smack on the back of the hand from Whit.
“God, you’re bossy.” I tuck my forearm under the back of my skull, propping it up so I can watch her. Watch the way her hair falls to curtain one side of her face, and the brazen look in her eye when she takes my underwear by the elastic waist, repeating the same movements as she did with my pants. “It’s so fucking hot.”
My heavy cock bobs between us, throbbing and smearing pre-cum across my lower stomach.
“You’re beautiful,” Whit says. Nobody’s called me beautiful before—handsome, cute, maybe even hot, but not beautiful. Fuck if it doesn’t make me blush.
Her silky hands skitter over my stomach, making it tense and flex. “Are you going to be good for me tonight? Let me treat you?”
I’m going to tear the skin right off my lips with the way I keep biting them to stay quiet, nodding eagerly.
“Good boy,” she purrs.
Whit shuffles, making herself comfortable between my legs, and presses a soft kiss to my knee. I swallow, giving in to the warmth of her hands spreading my thighs wider across the bed. Purely innocent, though insanely carnal, kisses trail a few inches up my inner thigh. She moves to the left leg, repeating the sensual torment.
The drag of her bottom lip carries higher, nearly reaching my balls. My groin tightens. I’m fucking dying for some relief. Agony and pleasure are so wound together there’s no way to tease them apart.
My fingers sift through her hair. She smacks me for touching myself, but I need to dosomethingwith my hands.
A rush of cool air floods the space when she pushes up to look at me, tutting like I’ve done something wrong. “No touching, okay? Let me give you what you gave me.”
Did I give her maddening, devastating torture without realizing?
Whit’s tongue flickers along the crease of my groin. Right side. Left side. Ignoring what’s in between. My cock leaps, smacking against my stomach. I want to touch it. Touch her. Get involved in some way.
With a slow, wandering drag of her tongue, she laps at the sensitive skin of my groin, the heat of her breath tightening my balls. Her dainty fingers massage the space behind, a part of my body I don’t think anyone’s ever touched before, and the jolts of pleasure force my knees further apart.
“Whit,” I whimper, swallowing the pooled saliva at the back of my throat.
Punishment or reward, I’m no longer sure.
When she finally slides up the seam of my balls, I chomp down on my lip to keep from shouting. The straight line continues up my shaft to swirl around the deep groove, then she pulls the entire crown into her mouth and sucks—hard.So fucking hard, I almost blow.
“Oh God.F-fuck,” I stammer and pant and tremble against the mattress, my hand knotted so tight in her sheets we’ll likely need to cut them off later.
Her soft tongue circles around and around, cleaning my sticky mess before sucking me in deep. Filling her hot mouth with every inch of my cock. My back peels off the bed, a pained, gravelly groan set free into the thick air.
“Let me touch you. It’s all I want. You gotta let—”
Whit pulls away with a resoundingpopand a release of pressure that sends fire through my veins, ravaging my entire body. Then she looks up at me through dark eyelashes, using a hand to ensure all her hair’s falling to one side. “You want to touch me?”
I lick my lips, the roll of my hips making my rock-hard dick cut through the cool air.
