I cut him off, grabbing his hand to pin it above his head. “What kind of guy just leaves their partner to get themselves off after they finish?” I’m annoyed.
What the fuck does he take me for?
“You’d be surprised.”
“Unforgivable behavior!” I keep his arm trapped and get up on one knee to straddle one of his thighs so he can’t go anywhere.
He just stares at me like this is some shocking move.
I wrap my free hand around his dick. This is the first dick other than mine I’ve touched and I don’t want to be bad at it.
He doesn’t say anything.
I stroke him slowly, waiting for a reaction. When one doesn’t come I ask, “Is this okay?”
He sucks in a breath and barely gets out a “Yes.”
“Are you sure?” I roll my hand up his shaft doing what I like.
His cock is so soft and smooth. It feels almost like stroking mine, but not quite as thick. The movement is easier than I thought it would be.
“Fuck, Wolfe.” He arches into my hand, and he is so fucking sexy stretched out under me. He’s built but lean like he was sculpted from marble. The kind of guy everyone saves photos of as goals, and I love looking at it.
Hell, I even like his reactions. He whimpers, as I keep stroking. I love getting all his sounds. I want more. His chest rapidly expands as he sucks in a breath, watching my hand.
“You like that, don’t you?” After I get past the strange newness, it’s easy to be myself.
He nods, lower lip trembling, like he doesn’t trust his voice. He’s fighting it so hard, like he wants to watch, but he also can’t control himself anymore.
It’s easy to get him worked up and I’m drunk on it.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, Angel baby.”
He whimpers hips jerking as he sucks in a breath. Pre-cum leaks from him, and I smear it down his cock. He throws his head back, eyes fluttering shut as he groans again.
“No. Look at me.”
His eyes snap open.
“That’s right. I want you to see what I’m doing.”
He grabs my thigh, blunt nails gripping me tightly as I rub my thumb over his slit.
“Are you going to come for me?” I ask as his eyes start to roll back. It feels so natural.
“You have me pinned, so if you want me to come, you have to make me.” Angel throws the words out like a fucking challenge.
And I like it.
My cock seems to, too. I’m hard again. Painfully so. It’s been so long since another person touched me, and my body won’t be happy with only one round.
“I’m not letting you up until you give me what I want.” I drop my head to spit over his tip.
He gasps and curses, arching his back even more as every single muscle in his body tightens. He’s on the edge. I know him so well, even though I’ve never seen him come before, I can just tell.
“You are so intoxicating to watch,” I whisper, rolling my hand and quickening my strokes, doing what I like when I’m close.
His hair is a mess over the pillow, and he looks majestic stretched out and pinned. He groans, swollen lips parting.
