The kiss is hard and punishing, but the taste of me on his tongue is everything.
I reach between his legs, cupping my hand over his rock-hard cock.
“Kay,” he says, my name a whispered warning.
“Please?”
“I’m not going to fuck you, Kay.”
“You said you’re not going to come inside me. So pull out. Use a condom. I don’t care. Just…fuckme, Elliot.”
He kisses me roughly once more, the abrupt departure of his hand jarring.
“Not tonight, sweetheart.”
“What do you plan to do about that weapon of mass destruction in your pants?” I nod to the bulge in his jeans just out of my reach.
“I thought I’d wrap a pair of your panties around my cock until I came all over them.”
My core tingles right back to life. Can you die from too many orgasms? I don’t know, but I’m sure there are worse ways to go. “I want to watch.”
“What?”
“They’remypanties. I want to make sure you’re not abusing them.”
Elliot shakes his head, a smirk flashing across his lips as he stands. His gaze is locked with mine as he yanks a familiar pair of black lace panties from his jeans pocket. It’s the same pair that went missing the night he placed the highest bid on me.
“You carry those around with you all the time?”
“That surprise you?”
“A little.”
“I’ve been saving them for a special occasion.”
He unzips his jeans, pulling out his massive cock.
“No,” I say.
“No?”
“If you’re going to usemypanties, you’re getting all the way naked.”
He flashes me a half smile, obeying. “I didn’t know you had such a bossy side, Kay.”
“There’s a lot you’ve yet to learn about me.”
I watch him strip of all his layers, until all his muscled, tattooed glory is on display. He still stands in front of the couch, just out of reach, a pile of his clothes on the floor next to him. I could kneel on the cushion and take him into my mouth. I could suck him until he came deep into my throat.
But then he waves my panties at me, the ones hanging off one finger, reminding me what this show is all about.
He drops into the chair directly across from me, his length standing at attention, and wraps the lace fabric around him.
Wetness drips down my inner thigh at the sight.
I spread my legs wide and place my hand between them. Elliot watches me as he strokes himself with my underwear.
“Fuck me, Kay.”
