I looked past him to where his arms were stretched toward the headboard. The stretch was more extended than I had pictured in my fantasies. If the roles were reversed, the length of the straps probably wouldn’t work. “Are you sure that’s not uncomfortable?”
“Do I look uncomfortable?”
My eyes moved from where his fingertips pointed toward the headboard down over his tousled hair, his neck where his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, over those pecs I’d been admiring all morning. I followed the trail of hair to where his erection pointed toward his stomach—a drop of moisturealready beaded on the flared head—and then couldn’t move my eyes past it.
“A little, yeah. You’re so hard.” I wrapped my hand around him and was rewarded with his groan. My hand loosened, my fingers trailing up, catching the precum. I brought my finger to my mouth to suck it off.
“Oh fuck.” Jack’s hips lifted from the bed as he squeezed his eyes shut.
I giggled at his tight expression. I’d brought a man to orgasm with my hands and my mouth before, but getting him off had been my primary focus, the quicker the better. With Jack, I wanted to draw it out, so I could touch him as long as possible. I’d never wanted to tease someone before.
I swung a leg over his body, crawling up until my face hovered above his, waiting for his eyes to open again.
“Are you ready, Jack?”
“I almost came on my stomach before you even started,” he admitted. “Should I pick a safe word?”
I shook my head. “If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop. And don’t worry about coming immediately. I’ll avoid your penis for a while. I want to touch you all over.” My hands sifted through his hair, tugging in the way he liked, and his jaw grew tense as his hips shifted again, his penis nearly touching my ass.
“I’m not going to last. You should sit on my face so I can get you off with my mouth. You deserve to come first.”
He kept surprising me. In my experience, when I offered to get a man off, he couldn’t wait for me to do it.
“It’s okay. I want to do this for you.”
“What about a sixty-nine?” he said. “We give each other oral at the same time.”
I let my hands drift down, sliding along the shell of his ear, which drew out a shiver, then down his sensitive neck and over his shoulders. I skimmed the hair along his arms until I reached the soft cuffs wrapped around his wrists, giving them a tug.
“Who’s the one tied up here?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Jack swallowed. “Me.”
“So who’s the one who gets to do what they want?”
“You.” The word rasped in his throat.
My touch drifted down his arms again, retracing his inner elbow when he shivered. His tattoos came next, and I let my nail slip over each one, studying the intricate lines of the art he’d chosen.
“I want you to tell me about these later.” Maybe hearing why he’d chosen what he had would help me figure out which tattoo I’d like to get.
“Anytime you want,” he agreed, his eyes still locked on my face.
I continued exploring. I liked the softness of his underarm hair. His island scent smelled stronger there, and I realized it came from his deodorant. I mapped over his pecs next. They bounced under my touch, and I giggled.
“Show off.” My thumbs traced around his nipples. He shivered, and I repeated the caress, watching his jaw tighten before shifting down his body. I let his penis slide along my belly andup between my breasts, and his eyes dropped to watch. He made a choked sound, and I decided to leave him with the view, while I memorized the planes of his six-pack.
I’d never touched anyone with that much definition before. Jack wasn’t kidding when he said he worked out. My hands skimming his belly caused the next shiver, but he really shuddered when my fingers found the divot near his pelvis leading down to where his penis was still hard and erect, a new drop of precum already forming.
I shifted down, bent my head, and licked it up with my tongue. He hissed in a breath, his hips lifting to press the head of his penis harder against my tongue. My hands found his hips, and I pressed them against the bed.
“Behave,” I warned. “I’m not done touching yet.”
“Are you turned on by this, Hailey?” Jack asked.
My thighs squeezed together, making the ache worse. “Yes,” I admitted.
He licked his lips. “Prove it. Let me see.”
