My pulse hammers, body tightens.
“I’ve thought about that, Rorie.” His gaze drops to my thighs, still parted for him, still aching, my wetness smeared across them, ready for him. “Thought about how wild your mind must be. How filthy. How greedy.”
His words graze over my skin.
“Bet you pictured it, too. Me whispering in your ear... telling you how soaked you’d be for me. How your thighs would start to shake before I ever even touched you.”
He leans in close, but not touching, his mouth hovering beside my ear.
“And you’re close, aren’t you, baby?” he whispers. “Your clit’s still throbbing from my mouth. You’re so fucking wet, you can feel it dripping, can’t you?”
A whimper breaks free from my throat.
His smile is all devil. “You want to come, Rorie? I want you to. I want you to fall apart from the sound of my voice alone. From the things I’d do to you.”
My legs tremble, pussy tightens.
Nolan shoves his shorts down. I watch his swollen cock twitch under my gaze. I want to straddle him, slip his fat mushroom head inside me, and torture myself endlessly with just the head of his glorious dick.
He fists his cock, slides his hand slowly over the silky skin of it. “Jealous of my hand, Rorie?”
I don’t hesitate with my answer. “Yes.”
I want to touch him. I reach for him, but he stops me.
“No, baby. But if you’re good, and you come for me by words alone, I’ll let you have as much as you want.” His voice threads into the most intimate part of me.
His hand keeps moving, stroking himself. “Imagine this cock sliding inside you achingly slow. Deep. Feel every inch. I’d let you claw at my shoulders. Let you swear, and sob, and lose every thought except one.”
He pauses, then says, “Mine.”
A gasp rips out of me, involuntary.
“Visualize me fucking you until your legs forget how to stand. Until your voice cracked on my name. Until you begged me to stop and keep going in the same breath.”
My eyes flutter shut.Fuck.
“Do it,” he murmurs, pumping himself harder. “Let go. No hands. No help. Just me.”
My hips buck. Desperate. Empty.
“Nolan,” I gasp, one hand darting toward the throbbing ache between my legs.
But he catches my wrist midair.
“Don’t,” he growls. “I already told you, naughty girl, you don’t get to touch. Not until you do what I ask.”
I whimper, trembling as he pins my arm gently to the mattress. My thighs are quaking, my skin is buzzing with every unsatisfied nerve.
“Beg me with that filthy mouth.”
I squirm under him, another broken sound leaving my throat. “Please?—”
His body presses down over mine, but he still doesn’t give me what I crave. His voice is the only thing he allows.
“You’re already so close, baby. Think about my mouth on your clit. You want to know what you feel like under my tongue?”
Frantic, I nod.
