I felt ready to show Phoenix my wild side.
Phoenix did as commanded, revealing to me a body that I would often not see in real life—it probably wasn’t an exaggeration to say his body was in the top percentile of men I’d ever seen shirtless. It looked better than it had felt on the bike, and that was saying something.
“Good boy.”
“What the fuck...”
I let that little quip from Phoenix go. It was fun to have him not know when I’d “punish” him. Ignorance wasn’t just bliss; it was pleasure.
“Now then,” I said, still slowly wrapping my fingers around his boxers, deliberately taking much more time than I needed. “Because you treated me so well on our date today...”
I pulled his boxers halfway down, enough so that I could feel his bare cock with my fingers.
“You’ll get some pleasure.”
But...
I didn’t quite pull them down.
“Eventually.”
I took my shirt and bra off, drawing a “nice” from Phoenix. I didn’t break character, but it felt so damn nice to hear him react that way. Any girl who said they didn’t want a little validation topless was full of shit, even if we kept ourselves in decent shape.
I crawled up his body, kissing him from his lower abdomen all the way up to his lips, smothering my groin into his half-exposed crotch. I could feel him, even now, still swelling and stiffening with anticipation. I almost wanted to see if I could get him to come without ever touching him or putting him in my mouth or pussy, but that felt like a challenge too extreme for a first time. After all, he wasn’t a toy—I actually liked Phoenix.
Really fucking liked Phoenix.
“Oh, fuck, Phoenix...” I growled as he kissed me back with equal passion. Maybe if I trusted him enough, I’d let him have the wheel at some point. I could—
He flipped me over and started kissing my neck.
Oh, hell no. Oh, fuck no, he did not!
With a force that must have surprised him, I rolled him right back over and stared into his eyes.
“I’m the one in charge here,” I said. “You do as I say. You got that?”
Phoenix looked like he was trying not to smile, like showing he enjoyed it would make me punish him. It just made it that much more fun. Maybe I would “punish” him.
“Absolutely,” he said. “Whatever you want.”
Don’t worry. You’ll go back to being in charge after this.
“Just never thought—”
“What?” I said, kissing and nibbling his neck. “That I could be this way?”
I slid my hand down into his boxers and, for the first time, started stroking his cock. Damn, just feeling its girth and imagining it inside of me was enough to make my already soaking-wet pussy start to tense.
Maybe we really would orgasm without any intimate pleasuring.
“Surprise, Phoenix,” I said. “Just be glad you came back to me.”
“I’ll say,” he said, barely getting the words out over his groans of pleasure.
He looked like he was on the verge of trying to regain control. A man could only go for so long being teased before he tried to force the issue.
Luckily for him, I’d done enough foreplay to the foreplay. It was time to get to the real good stuff.
