He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, hard, and it’s such a hot, fast jolt of electricity through my belly to my clit that I almost come.
I’m wet. I’m heavy with need. My clit is begging for the attention my breasts are getting. He’s teasing me with his shaft, rubbing it softly against my clit.
“Fletcher,” I gasp.
He lifts his head from my breasts and smirks at me, then takes the condom back. He rips it open with his teeth, holding eye contact with me, then rolls to his side to suit himself up.
Still watching me watching him like his cock is a seven-course meal when I haven’t eaten in a month.
I think I just licked my lips for the fourth time.
He’s winning this round.
He issowinning this round.
“You still want on top?” His voice is husky, his hands taking over to play where his mouth was a moment ago, and I have to swallow twice before I can answer.
“I’m always on top.”
“In control.”
It’s the only way I get off.
If I’m in control.
Why—why—is he watching me like he knows that’s exactly what I’m thinking? That smirk saysI could get you off with a single look.
And based on the way I’m already tight and heavy in my vagina—I don’t think he’s wrong.
But I still shove his shoulder and push him to his back. “Thank you for being a gentleman.”
“There’s nothing gentlemanly about what I want to do to you.”
I swing my leg over his hips, my own hip catching just wrong and sending a familiar ghost pain across my pelvis.
He steadies me.
Doesn’t ask a thing.
Just watches.
That’s Fletcher’s quiet superpower.
Watching.
Observing.
Connecting dots.
His hands caress my hips, sliding back to cup my ass.
As quickly as it came, the pain disappears. And I’m still a hormonal ball of lust, wet between my thighs, my nipples demanding more attention, my clit objecting to not getting her turn.
I lean forward and kiss him, watching his eyes close as he strokes a hand up my spine to cup my neck again.
I’m teasing his tongue with mine as I slide onto his erection. The feel of him inside me, stretching and filling me, makes me suck in a breath.
He does the same, and we break apart, staring at each other.
