She sucks around the tip, just the head, her lips tight and perfect, and I almost lose my fucking mind.
“Jesus,” I grind out, voice wrecked.
She releases me with a loud pop that echoes through the quiet room.
She blows warm breath on me, and the wet saliva makes it cold, almost sharp. It’s a different sensation, but not at all the one I’m desperate for. Not even close.
My balls hurt. My cock throbs so intensely it’s nearly painful. I can’t take it anymore.
I move my hand down and lift the sheet off her, throwing it over her head and to the side. Her hair moves into a crazy mess, strands sticking out at odd angles, and the sight of her between my legs, mouth so close to my cock, lips wet and swollen, is enough to make me groan.
Through the pale light coming through the window, I can see the faint smirk playing at the corner of her mouth, and I know with absolute certainty that she loves teasing and having this much power over me. And the fucked-up part is that I’m letting her have it.
“Open your mouth,” I rasp out, my control finally splintering at the edges, fraying like a rope pulled too tight for too long. “Quit teasing me, Bells.” My voice drops lower, rougher, that familiar commanding tone I’ve used a hundred times before bleeding through despite my best efforts to keep it locked down.“Open your mouth and suck my cock. Let me ruin that pretty little mouth of yours.”
She pauses, her breath still ghosting over my throbbing cock, and I notice it—the smirk curling across her lips.
Fuck.
The real me is trying to claw its way back to the surface like the desperate bastard I’ve always been. The fuckboy who knows exactly what to say to get what he wants. Who has perfected the art of dirty talk, control, and making girls do exactly what he tells them to.
She lifts her eyes to meet mine.
“No,” she says simply.
My brain short circuits and fucking flatlines.
My jaw goes slack for half a second before I manage to narrow my eyes. My hips shift beneath her involuntarily, seeking friction, seeking anything.
“Bells—”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” she murmurs, her voice low and teasing. “I’m in charge this time.”
She runs her tongue in a long, torturous stroke from the base to the tip of my shaft, and I almost lose it right there.
Every muscle in my body locks tight as I fight for control. My cock throbs against her tongue, pulsing with need, pre-cum beading at the tip. The wet heat of her mouth is so close, right fucking there, and she’s deliberately withholding it.
She circles the head with her tongue again, tracing the ridge. The pleasure is almost painful in its intensity, because it’s not enough. Not nearly fucking enough.
“Fuck,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
She hums against me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine, and she pulls back enough that I lose even that minimal contact. My cock jerks in the air, aching, desperate for her warmth.
And for once, I, Jace Cooper, the guy who’s dirty-talked his way into getting his cock into more mouths than I can count, who’s always known exactly what to say to make girls melt, submit, and do whatever the fuck I want, has nothing to say. No clever words. No commands.
Just her, between my legs, holding all the power while my body betrays me with every throb of my cock, every ragged breath, every pathetic sound I can’t quite swallow back.
She leans down, and I think finally, yes, but she doesn’t take me in her mouth. Instead, she presses a soft kiss to my hip bone, nowhere near my aching cock that’s straining toward her like it has a mind of its own.
“Bells,” I grit out.
She completely ignores me. Her tongue traces a slow, torturous line along the V of my hip, following the muscle there. Her breath ghosts over heated skin, and her mouth is so close to my cock I can feel its warmth.
She drags her lips over to the other side, pressing another kiss to my other hip. Taking her sweet, fucking time like I’m not dying here.
“Jesus Christ,” I choke out, my hips lifting slightly without permission, seeking her mouth to find relief from this exquisite torture.
She places one hand flat on my stomach, pressing me back down against the mattress with surprising firmness.
