"Prep's in the drawer," he said. "You can do it yourself. In fact… I think I’m just going to lie here and watch you ride me tonight."
I stared at him. "Are you serious?"
"I just landed four clean quads." He folded his arms behind his head. "I think I've earned the right to watch you fuck yourself on my cock."
"You're such an asshole."
"You like it." He nodded toward the nightstand. "Drawer."
I grabbed the lube and slicked my fingers, and his eyes tracked every movement as I reached behind myself. The first finger slid in easily enough, but I was impatient, pushing too fast, and the stretch burned. I added a second before I was ready and my breath caught.
"Slower," Joel said. "I want to see your face when you open yourself up for me."
I worked myself on my own fingers while he watched, his hands still behind his head, his cock twitching against his stomach every time I made a sound. My thighs were already shaking when I added a third, the stretch burning bright atthe edges, and he still hadn't touched me. My cock hung heavy between my legs, leaking onto his stomach, and I wanted to wrap my hand around myself so badly my teeth ached.
"Don't," he said, reading my mind. "You don't get to touch yourself."
"Joel—"
"I said you were going to do all the work. That doesn’t mean you get to be in charge." His eyes were dark, fixed on where my fingers disappeared inside my own body. "Make yourself ready for me and don't you dare touch your cock."
I pulled my fingers out and reached for the condom, my hands unsteady. He let me roll it onto him, let me slick him up, his hips barely lifting to help. When I positioned myself over him, his hands finally moved to my hips, but loosely, just resting there.
"Go ahead," he said. "Take what you came for."
I sank down onto him in one slow slide.
The stretch punched the air out of my lungs. He was so deep like this, filling me completely, and when I bottomed out I had to stop and breathe through it. His hands stayed loose on my hips, not guiding, not controlling.
"Go on," he said. “Ride my cock, Red.”
I started slow, lifting up until just the head was inside me, then sinking back down in one smooth roll. The angle was different from this position, and I had to brace both hands on his chest to keep from collapsing. The medal bit into my palm, and I didn't care.
Joel watched me with half-lidded eyes, his body relaxed beneath me. “Fuck you’re so sexy when you have to work for it.”
My hips stuttered. I ground down harder, trying to find the angle that would hit right, and his mouth curved.
"That's it. Earn it."
"Fuck you."
"You are." His hands tightened on my hips finally, and he thrust up to meet me. The angle shifted, and I cried out, my cock jerking between us. "There?"
"There, fuck, right there—"
He did it again, and my whole body shuddered. I was close already, the pressure building at the base of my spine, my cock throbbing with every thrust. I reached for myself without thinking, and his hand shot out, closing around my wrist.
"I said no." He pinned my wrist to his chest, right next to the medal. "You'll get it when I decide you've earned it."
He thrust up again, and I sobbed, actually sobbed, my cock leaking steadily onto his stomach. The friction wasn't enough, would never be enough, and he knew it. He kept going at that perfect angle while denying me the one thing that would push me over.
"Please." The word scraped out of me. "Please, I can't—"
"You can." His hand shot up and grabbed the back of my neck, yanking me down so my face was inches from his. "You waited two hours for me. You can wait a little longer."
His hips snapped up, and I keened against his mouth, my whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. Pride and need warred in my chest, pride losing ground with every thrust. I'd come here to prove something, to show him I wasn't just waiting around for scraps, and now I was begging him to let me come while I rode his cock.
"Say it," he said against my lips.
