Not touching her is always torture, but I nod.
“You don’t come until I say you can.”
That almost makes me whimper again, but I nod again as eager heat curls slowly along my spine.
“And the others might overhear when they get back from their supply run, so you can’t make a single sound. Got it?”
“Yes,” I whisper, swallowing hard as I decide to break the third rule already to get more of what I want. “Please touch me. Use me. Fuck, baby, I just need?—”
She jerks my leash hard to one side—enough that it almost chokes me for a second, and for that second, I swear my eyes almost roll back.
Note to self. Ask her to choke me more. I might be onto something.
“I know what you need,” Maven reminds me, letting up on my leash before she leans down to kiss my lower stomach. “Just hold still and stay quiet for me.”
Gods, I love this new game.
Her explorative kissing is just pleasant at first, but another jolt of heated arousal pulses straight to my rock-hard cock when Maven’s tongue drags along the ridges in my stomach. She keeps licking my abs and teasing, making her way lower and lower untilfinallymy shorts are dragged off.
She hums at the sight of my straining, desperate cock. “So damn hard and ready for me. Already leaking, too. Good boy.”
Just like before, when those words sink in—fuck, they do something to me I can’t even put into words. My breathing turns ragged as my hips rocks of their own damn will. I’m falling apart and she’s barely even fucking touched me yet.
Please,I groan through the bond, just to her.I need you. Gods, please touch me.
“No using the bond,” she whispers. “That’s cheating.”
And then my gorgeous, devious, fucking cruel mate laps at the head of my cock like my precum is her favorite treat. Thehoarse sound that escapes me would be embarrassing, if it wasn’t quickly followed by another and another as more of my inches sink into the hot, wet, fuckingperfectsuction of Maven’s mouth.
She’s struggling a little bit with my size, but that only drives me more insane. I grip the sheets on either side of me for dear life and try to keep my moans to a minimum. But when she gets most of me into her mouth and throat and swallows around my length, that mind-melting sensation makes me curse.
Maven immediately pulls off of my cock to arch a brow at me.
“Fuck. Sorry. Fuck,pleasedon’t stop,” I beg, panting as my hips rock again.
“You agreed you wouldn’t be too loud,” she sighs, getting off the bed.
Alarm has me sitting up, panicked that she’s seriously about to walk out and leave me with a raging boner from hell. “Wait. No. I’m sorry, I’ll be better about?—”
The words die in my throat as I watch her slip out of her pants and then gently step out of a simple pair of black panties next. She moves with such speed that it takes my breath away when she shoves me back into a lying position on the bed.
Her gaze pure, dark, delicious desire. “Don’t be sorry. Just open your mouth for me.”
I open it without a second thought. Obeying her is satisfying as hell, so why would I resist?
When Maven gently stuffs her panties into my mouth, I get lightheaded immediately. They smell clean, barely worn—but there’s the barest scent of her on them, too. I can taste a hint of her fresh arousal perfuming my mouth now, and it makes me groan like a dying man.
I don’t know how she knew I would be so into this, butoh my gods.
So. Fucking. Hot.
When my moan is still too loud for this game we’re playing, Maven covers my panty-stuffed mouth with her hand and smirks down at me. “Shh. I’m still playing with my toy.”
Her sultry, teasing tone and all these soft little touches and the scent of her arousal is going to fucking kill me. As she lowers back down to suck my cock deeper and deeper into the hot, wet perfection of her mouth, I can barely think straight.
And holyshit, my mate gives one hell of a blowjob. Probably helps that she can read me like I’m a fucking book, and each time she can tell I’m getting closer to the edge, she pulls back and goes back to teasing me. For someone who hates being edged, she’s painfully good at edging.
Over and over, she drives me almost to the finish line until every inch of my skin is flushed with heat. I’m left panting and moaning, despite the third rule. The need to come is so fucking bad that I desperately work her panties out of my mouth and gasp, “Please. Fuck. Please, can I come?”
