“I thought you weren’t into orgasm denial,” I said, feeling like the sand was shifted out from underneath me.I slid my bare foot closer to the outline of his cock, clearly visible through the charcoal-gray fabric of his dress slacks.The man had spectacular taste in clothes.
“You’re welcome to make yourself come if you need to.We can certainly count this as you letting me know.”He waved a hand toward me, and I felt the air move over my exposed sex.“I’m just not going to participate.”
In that moment, I hated him a little bit.I might have hated him a lot if it hadn’t been my idea to show him all my stuff, and if I hadn’t felt his cock twitch against my toes and seen the way his jaw tightened, as if he were trying hard to stay still.He wanted me.He didn’t have to say it for me to be sure, and if he was having this much trouble with the idea of me masturbating in front of him, the reality was bound to be about a thousand times better.At least I hoped so.
At this point, my choice was to definitely wallow in embarrassment and self-pity now or maybe feel it later.The maybe came with a maybe not and in this case, I was willing to take the chance.Plus orgasms.
“If you’re sure,” I said, keeping my gaze locked on his jaw as I slid my fingers over my aching clit.
IWAS GOING TO BREAKmy teeth if I clenched my jaw any tighter.Every time I thought I had a handle on things, Alex managed to turn them upside down on me.I was sure my apparent disinterest would be enough to stop her.Although, in retrospect, I had no idea why I’d come to that conclusion.The woman hadn’t backed away from a single challenge I issued.I should have known she’d double down on masturbating in front of me.
I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want her.My cock was so hard it ached in a way it hadn’t since the blue ball days of my adolescence.She’d call me on my bullshit if I tried to deny it.That didn’t mean I’d cave.If anything, it made my resolve stronger.There was no way in hell I’d touch her now.Not when she was back to using her sexuality as a weapon against me.Which left me two obvious choices.I could use every skill I’d gained in the courtroom to hide my emotions or I could give in to what I felt and get myself off next to her.Unzip my fly, take my cock in my hand and stroke from balls to head until I came with her.
Aside from the obvious appeal of orgasming and not having to fight the ongoing distraction for the next couple of hours, there was the additional benefit of throwing Alexandra further off her game.She was good—very good—at the sex-for-power thing but I didn’t think even she could hide her body’s reaction to me stroking one out in front of her.It would be mutual pleasure.
That thought decided it for me.I didn’t want side-by-side pleasure.I wanted us to create something together, something bigger, more powerful than anything we could do on our own.Regardless of how hard—no fucking pun intended—it would make the next couple of hours for me.Reluctantly surrendering to delayed gratification, I shifted in the leather seat so I could turn to face her.
Cupping her foot gently, I moved it away from my cock, but instead of setting it to the side, I held it, not caressing it but simply resting one palm on her arch and the other on the top of her foot.Caging her.My gaze deliberately moved up her leg to the juncture of her thighs and her fingers, slick with her arousal, playing over her clit.She slipped a slender finger through her bare folds and rocked her hips as her pale-pink fingertip pressed into her opening.
It was mesmerizing.I could watch for hours, learning her rhythms, learning the way she liked to touch herself, pleasure herself.But I knew without seeing her face this was a performance and the way she touched herself had more to do with manipulating me than it did with pleasing herself.I wouldn’t learn anything I wanted to know from that.
My gaze trailed up her body over the gentle swell of her breasts covered in lace and the sheerest silk.The hard points of her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric, and I could tell she was genuinely aroused.But when my gaze found her face, I also knew I’d been right about her performing.Instead of eyes hooded with desire and a face flushed with passion, her expression was shrewd.Calculating.I pinned her with my gaze, commanding her attention, and waited.
Her shoulders stilled, and I knew without looking that she’d stopped stroking her clit.As I watched, her expression shifted from confusion to frustration.It was as if without an audience, she didn’t know what to do.Like she’d be okay with me watching her fuck her pussy with her hand, but looking in her eyes when she came was somehow too intimate.It was perfect.
“We’ll arrive in a few minutes, Alexandra.If you still want to come.”I threw the words out as if it didn’t matter one way or another, but I kept my gaze hooked on hers.This was where it could go wrong.If she decided to deny herself rather than give me an authentic glimpse at her pleasure, then this whole thing would be nothing more than a useless power struggle between us that cemented us each more firmly in our own camps instead of drawing us closer together.“I know I want you to,” I said, offering her something genuine and hoping she’d reciprocate.
Her expression shifted again—the woman was a gorgeous chameleon, wearing her emotions on her face—and there was uncertainty in her dark eyes.
“For me, please,” I said, giving her a way to justify what she wanted without losing face.I added thepleasebecause now that we’d started this dance, I didn’t think I could bear for it to end without seeing her come, watching her surrender to her body’s pleasure.
She nodded and then she started to move.Hard and fast or smooth and slow—I had no idea.There wasn’t a force strong enough on the earth to make me look away from her eyes while she touched herself.As I watched, her cheeks colored and her lips parted, but it was to make space for her shallow breaths, not an attempt to draw me in.Or at least notsolelyan attempt to draw me in.I didn’t doubt that my witness added to her arousal.I kept her foot caged between my hands, not caressing, more providing a physical reminder of my presence while she touched herself.
Her breathing came faster and I felt her foot flex against my palm but she didn’t close her eyes.Not until the very last moment when her climax rolled over her.Her back arched and her body tightened like a bow string, the muscles of her calf bunching against my thigh.Her lips formed a perfectOas she breathed through her climax and her face and body went slack.When she opened her eyes again, it was as if I was seeing her for the first time, as if in that brief, unguarded second I caught a glimpse of her soul.It was more addictive than any drug, and I didn’t know how long I’d be able to wait for my next hit.
I reached for her hand and it took me a few seconds to realize the car stopped.I’d been so lost in her pleasure, I had no idea how long we’d been sitting there.My driver had been with me long enough to know not to open the door until I signaled we were ready.Leaning toward her, I brought her fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean, tasting her slightly salty, tangy essence.Her chest hitched as her breath caught and I didn’t have to tell her how much I wanted her.She knew.
