His fist went into her hair, almost guiding her the way he wanted.
That was fine with her.
She was good at following orders.
He slowed her down, sped her up, but she controlled her suction. She controlled her tongue.
Clay was slowly losing whatever hold he had on his emotions.
It was exactly what she was aiming for.
She knew he was close. She could tell by the tension in his thighs and his hand tightening in her hair. Just the few days they’d been together, she knew his body well enough.
He yanked her off. Her eyes flew to his. “Why did you do that?”
“Because I’m close.”
“So? I didn’t stop you when I was close. Don’t do it again,” she growled at him.
He smirked. A cocky one that she was coming to enjoy seeing.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He dropped his hands down and put them on the bed.
He was handing over the reins.
She went right back to what she’d been doing, her mouth covering him completely, her fist around his dick, her other hand on his balls.
She was squeezing, rotating, and sucking all at once.
His legs were shaking, his hands were fists on the bed next to her and she wanted to congratulate herself on getting this hard-as-steel man that never let go to this point.
Everyone had to release it for brief moments.
His moment came right then and came strong, hitting her in the back of the throat.
She thought she could take it.
She was wrong. She sat back and coughed, but kept her hand going on him while she spit on the floor.
“I told you not to do it,” he said.
“Hey, I wanted to try. Just didn’t think I’d gag like that. Hang on.”
She walked to the bathroom and got a towel, tossing it to him. She picked up her underwear and slid them on under her dress, Clay dropping the towel in her laundry basket after cleaning up her floor.
“Are you going to be okay here tonight alone?” he asked. She could see the uncertainty in his eyes.
“Are you offering to stay?”
He sighed. “I can.”
“But you don’t want to. You need space. I know. You’re struggling between protecting me from something that is most likely not even a big deal and getting a hold on yourself. Take care of you, Clay. I can handle myself.”
It might not have been the best words to say, but he nodded, then gave her a kiss and left.
It was better that way.
