“That’s not fair,” he grits through clenched teeth, barely hanging on to his restraint as his eyes continue cataloguing my every move. “Just seeing you in my jersey has me ready to snap, and we haven’t even started. Ineedtotouch you.”
“Sorry,” I reply with a patronizing pout. “Sometimes life isn’t fair, is it? But the good news is that there’s only one more rule for you to remember.”
“What is it?” he says as his hands ball into fists at his sides. My nipples harden at the sight, my clit throbbing painfully between my legs, butgoddamnif I don’t love being the one in charge right now.
I smirk, lowering my hands to my thighs and dragging them upward, the motion lifting the jersey enough for him to watch as I slide my panties down my legs. As soon as they hit the floor, I spin around, lowering my ass to his lap and adding just enough pressure to feel his hard length as I deliver the final blow.
“Don’t come.”
Any objections die on his lips the moment I begin to move, grinding myself against him to the beat of the music. I get completely lost in it, letting my hands roam along my curves before resting on his thighs for leverage. I give him everything I have, rotating my hips over his lap, the steel rod beneath his pants telling me that he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Or not, since he can’t touch or find any kind of relief.
But I can.
I lean so that my back is flush to his chest, the rough material of the jersey lighting up every nerve ending in my body as I continue to torment him. Small, barelyaudible whimpers fall from his lips, but he follows the rules, which is impressive, since he looked like he was struggling to keep his inner beast caged before I even touched him. But now that we’re here, the hottest friction being created between my bare ass and his hard—yet still covered—cock as I dance, I want more.
Turning my head, I lock my heated stare onto his. His expression is tight, every shallow, broken breath that leaves his lungs telling me that he’s dying to get his hands on me. “Do you want to touch, baby?” I ask, the term of endearment rolling off my tongue like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I’m dripping for you.”
“Please,” he whimpers, his tone laced with desperation. “Please let me feel. I’ll do anything.”
“Mmmm,” I hum, scorching hot satisfaction blazing through my veins at the sound of his desolation. “So polite. You have five seconds to touch me wherever you want. Choose wisely.”
In an instant, he’s using one hand to pull my thigh open while two fingers from the other plunge into me without warning. I cry out in a mixture of surprise and arrant pleasure, my eyes rolling back as he pumps in and out. My back arches, nails biting into his thighs through the material of his pajama pants, while heat begins to gather in my core.
“Fuck, Mama,” he grinds out, curling toward my G-spot and making me moan so loudly that I’d be surprised if the whole street didn’t hear it. “This pussy is so wet and warm. You’re leaking into my palm.”
I want to let him continue—to fuck me with his thick fingers until I find the release I’ve been yearning for—but I can’t. I gave him five seconds, and this has already gone on much longer than that.
“Time’s up,” I say, yanking on his wrist. I immediately feel empty, anguish burning me from the inside out as I stifle the pathetic whine that’s threatening to give me away. I may be in agony, my clit throbbing relentlessly, but it’s about to be a lot worse for him.
“Goddamn it,” he whispers, his wet fingertips digging into the flesh of my thigh. But I slap it away, scolding him as a slow, dark smirk spreads across my face.
“Hands off,” I admonish, resuming my slow, sultry movements. He groans as I circle my ass over his erection, my hands disappearing under the jersey to caress my peaked nipples. I can’t stop the breathy moan that tumbles from my lips when I pinch lightly, sending a wave of electricity right to my apex.
Theo’s breathing quickens as I let the beat of the music guide me, and I can tell he’s nearing the edge by the way his balled fists are completely devoid of color. But when I feel his abs clench through our shirts, thighs quaking against mine as I grind down, I halt completely becauseabsofuckinglutely not.
TWENTY-SIX
THEO
“Finley,”I choke out, my voice full of need. “Please keep going. I can’t?—”
“Can’twhat?” she asks. “Can’t come in your pants like I said not to?” There’s a mocking lilt to her tone, which is completely unlike her, butfuckif it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. My cock is leaking in my briefs, the orgasm that was almost close enough to grab onto floating further away with each passing second.
“I’m s-sorry,” I stammer. “I’m sorry I cheated. I just—I need to be inside you.Please.”
“Mmmm,” she hums, wiggling just enough to send a bolt of pleasure up my spine. Even that has me clenching my ass cheeks, so I don’t blow in my pants when she explicitly told me not to. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Fuck. Yes. Yes, Fin.” It’s a mess of almost unintelligible, hurried words, each one giving away how desperate I am for anything she’s willing to give. I know she has to be suffering too—I could tell howturned on she was the moment I pushed my fingers between her swollen pussy lips. How she’s acting so unaffected is a mystery when I’m barely hanging on.
“Okay,” she says, standing and turning toward me. She leans in, grabbing my shirt by the hem and pulling it over my head. Her green gaze burns into mine as she drags both hands from my pecs to the waistband of my pants, working them down my legs until I’m clad in only a pair of black boxer briefs.
“You’re all wet, baby,” she whines with a patronizing pout, a devilish smirk creeping across her lips when she notices the giant dark spot covering my dick. I’ve been oozing precum since the second she touched me, soaking the fabric in the process.
I could end this right now. I know Finley well enough to know all I’d have to do is rise from the couch and tell her to bend the fuck over, and she’d do it. But the power behind those beautiful emerald eyes as she takes control is enough to keep me rooted in place, regardless of the torment it brings.
“I want you so fucking bad,” I groan when she curls her fingers under the elastic and peels my underwear down my thighs. She frees them from my ankles, tosses them aside, and licks her lips coyly.
