“I didn’t say you could touch yourself, Jack.”
“I don’t fucking care,” I barked. “This is my game.”
She laughed then curled her body deeper and bit her lip, like pleasure was the only thing keeping her from taunting me. “At least take your shirt off so I can see what you wanted to show me so badly in the locker room today.”
“God fucking dammit!” I bit as I wrestled my sweatshirt overhead. In my fury and frustration, I chucked it into the fire.
She raised her eyebrows and her mouth hung agape, looking highly pleased with herself. “Oh. I’ve upset you, haven’t I?”
I stroked my cock furiously, grinding my teeth and sucking air through them. “Is this what you want, Mara? To see how fucking crazy you make me? To see how far you can drive me up the goddamn wall? Well, here I am. You win. You fucking got me.”
“Did I?” she asked, her fingers speeding up. She was getting high on this.
“Fuck yourself with those fingers, Mara. You’d better show me how much that cunt is weeping for me.”
She slipped the crotch of the panties to the side and revealed herself.
“Goddamn perfect little pussy, Mara. Fuck,” I growled, both of our hands working faster. “Taste yourself.”
She drew two delicate fingers to her lips and sucked them, then returned to thrust them into her entrance. Her top hand swirled around her clit, then moved faster from side to side. Her lower stomach was by no means flat, making it that much sexier when she drew it inward, an outward sign of her approaching climax. “You like watching me, Jack?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Are you going to come so hard for me?”
“You’re going to come for me first,” I gritted out. “And you’re going to say whose cock you wanted in your mouth so bad. You’re going to say who got your cunt so fucking wet I can see it from over here.”
Her hips rocked while her fingers stayed busy.
“That’s it, Mara. Come on, baby.”
My name was barely a whisper on her lips as her hips jolted forward one last time. I watched her pussy contract around her fingers, her head rolling back and the bottoms of her ribs drawing heaving breaths.
I let out a strangled sound and she snapped up to watch me. “You think you’re allowed to come, Jack?”
“Mara, Christ, please,” I whimpered. The next words that fell out of my mouth came from somewhere deep within me, words I didn’t even know I had. “I’ve been so good.”
Mara nodded. “You have, haven’t you? I think I can let you come. Do it. Come all over yourself.”
“Mara, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I continued swearing as I came, hot jets of cum covering my stomach. When I regained some semblance of consciousness, I just laughed. She smiled, looking supremely smug as she snapped the elastic of her panties backover her pussy and sucked her fingers clean. She stood, walking to stand between my legs again and bending forward.
Holy shit. We did all that and we hadn’t even kissed. Not once. She licked the tip of my cock and I kissed her ass and her hips, but we didn’t kiss. We didn’t even kiss when we should have at Harper’s birthday party. I prepared for the moment, wetting my lips.
I needed to taste her mouth.
Her fingers skimmed over the mess on my stomach. She drew them up to her eye level, examining my work. Then she shoved her three fingers into my mouth.
“Taste yourself,” she rasped.
I stiffened as the bitter, salty taste hit my tongue, shocked by the whole thing.
“Good boy,” Mara whispered.
She kissed my forehead, withdrew her fingers, wiped them on her hip, and strutted off into the house.
“Night, Jack.”
TWENTY
