“Oh fuck.” My eyes widened, taking her in standing in front of me. I held out my hands to give her support as she lowered to her knees. Her eyes didn’t leave mine once. She settled between my legs, her hands on top of my thighs.
“Now show me.”
“Okay,” I managed, curling my fingers around my erection in my sweats. I reached for her hand on my thigh, trying to bring it so she could feel me. She shook her head. “I want you to touch me,” I whimpered.
She smirked. “I know you do.”
“Mara,” I pleaded. She had me down to begging and whimpering. I had never been this man. I didn’t even know how to feel about it except that I felt more touch-starved than ever in my life.
“Show me.” Her eyes flicked down to my lap.
I forced myself to breathe, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my sweats and boxer briefs and lowering them. Her eyes passed over my pulsing length, tilting her head to get a good look. Mara rolled her lips between her teeth and bent closer, and I just couldn’t fucking help myself.
I stroked a piece of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear, then gathered the rest into a ponytail, drawing her closer.
She still hadn’t said anything. She was close enough that I could feel her soft breath on my cock. She licked her lips.
This is it. My god. She’s going to suck my dick.
“Mara,” I whispered. “Say something.”
Her eyes met mine, then focused on my cock again. Her tongue darted out over her lower lip and with the lightest touch, she licked a drip of precum from the side of my cock. It left a string between her lips and my cock. I swallowed hard, panting and trying not to show it.
She pulled her tongue back into her mouth, using her finger to get the drip of pre-ejaculate from below her lip and sucking her finger like I was the icing on a messy fucking cinnamon roll. She hummed and shook her head.
“It’ll do.”
With some effort, she rocked back on her heels and stood, turning so her back was to me. She shoved the waist of hersweatpants down, leaving behind some high-waisted gray briefs. Because of the gray color, I could see how wet she was.
“Help me out of them, Jack.”
“Yes, ma’am.” This time, the phrase fell out of my mouth so naturally and I jumped to do what she asked. Was she going to fuck me instead of blowing me? A little fast, but I’d certainly done one-night stands before. I actually knew Mara. Maybe this was just how people acted now.
I slid my fingers down one of her silky calves to get the pants off at her ankle. Her ass was almost in my face where she stood in front of me, but when I pushed her sweats off the other foot, I caught a tattoo with two skeletons on the front of her thigh.
I wanted to bite it.
My hands reached for her hips of their own volition, this goddess woman having every ounce of control over me. I pressed a kiss where her high-cut underwear exposed her ass and she sighed. I moaned out her name while my fingers slipped under the leg band on each side, tracing over trimmed hair while creeping closer to her pussy. My kisses along the hem of her panties grew feverish, my tongue stroking her skin along with my sore lips. I was just figuring out how to get to bite that damn punk rock thigh tattoo when she spoke.
“That’s about enough,” she said coolly, prying my hands off her hips and strutting back to her seat.
“I wanted to taste you,” I blurted out.
“That’s not the game,” she cooed, settling back on the couch. She propped one leg on the seat next to her with the other foot on the ground, just wearing my sweatshirt, socks, and underwear—underwear with a soaked crotch. “You said you’d make me come just by talking to me.”
“Put your hand in your panties, Mara.”
Her tongue poked into her cheek, something she did when she was full of her own shit, I was learning. “You said you’d just use words.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Mara. Touch yourself. Please. God.”
“Do you think you’ve earned watching me come, Jack?”
I widened my eyes at her, completely taken aback. “Why the fuck not?”
She let out a deep throaty laugh. “What a brat you are. So entitled.”
She smirked and traced two fingers over her pussy lips through her panties, using her other hand to draw the fabric between them. She rolled her hips to get some friction from the makeshift front thong she’d created. My hand was back on my cock, struggling not to jerk myself into oblivion in three strokes.
