"Is that what I'm doing?" She grinds down on me, and we both groan. "Using you?"
"Isn't it?"
"Maybe I’m rewarding you.” Her hands are on my chest now, nails digging in slightly as she bounces harder. "Maybe I’m rewarding myself.”
"Are you?”
"What do you think?" She leans forward, changing the angle, and I feel her tighten around me. "Does it feel like I'm faking it?"
No. It doesn't.
That's what's so dangerous about this new game we're playing. She started strategic. Calculated. Using sex as currency, but somewhere along the way, the performance became real.
Or maybe it was always real, and the strategy is just giving her permission to want me.
"Touch yourself," I order. "I want to watch you come on my cock."
She doesn't hesitate. Her hand slides between her legs, fingers finding her clit. I watch, mesmerized, as she works herself while riding me.
"That's it," I encourage. "Take what you need. Use me."
"Adrian—" My name comes out as a moan.
"I know. I can feel you getting close. Can feel you tightening around me." My hands move to her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. "Come for me, Sera."
She does. Her whole-body tenses, back arching, a cry tearing from her throat as she comes. The sight of her, lost in pleasure, trusting me enough to let go completely, pushes me over the edge.
I thrust up hard as I finish, burying myself as deep as possible, filling her.
We stay like that for a moment. Connected. Breathing hard. Her hands on my chest, mine on her hips.
Then she collapses forward, resting her head on my shoulder.
"Good morning," she says again, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
I laugh. Actually laugh. "Yeah. Good fucking morning."
She lifts her head to look at me, and there's something soft in her expression. A kind of twinkle in her eyes that makes me slightly concerned.
"I want something," she says, jutting out her bottom lip. I want to bite it. Instead, I laugh.
"What is it this time?"
The words come out more amused than they should. Because I should be annoyed by this. Should resent being manipulated.
I’m not. I know that things have changed between us. Seraisn’t using sex to get what she wants, despite what she wants us both to believe.
She wants me just as much as I want her.
"Today. I want to actually do something. Not just...be here,” she sighs. “I’m bored, and I’m going crazy.”
"You work four days a week now. How are you bored?”
She rolls her eyes. "In my room. Alone. With books." She shifts her hips slightly, making me hiss as she brushes against my cock. "I want to go out. With you."
"That's not safe."
"With security. With you." Her hand slides down my chest, nails scraping lightly. "Please."
