“You want me to touch you?” I ask, not moving an inch. “Look at me.”
She obeys, pumping confidence into her gestures as she drags my hand back to her thigh. “Yes, please.”
“You had anything to drink today?” This time, I move straight for the prize, sliding my fingers between her pussy lips, locked in some alternate dimension when I check how wet she is.
A soft moan falls from her parted mouth, and her head hits the pillow. I’ve not pushed one digit inside her yet. Not touched her clit, but she’s back on edge, humming beneath me.
“I asked you a question.”
“What?” Her skin heats once more, but it’s not shame this time. It’s arousal. “Oh... n-no,” she mewls, gripping my t-shirt with both hands. “No, I didn’t drink.”
“Good.” I locate the small button on the apex of her thighs, gently rolling it under two fingers. “Birth control?”
“No, please stop talking.”
That earns her a gentle slap of her clit. We’re not done with the questions yet. If she thinks this is a turn-off, she should see what a fucking turn-off a teenage pregnancy scare is. I lived through it once in high school, and I’m not doing it again.
“Condoms?” I ask, slowly playing her clit like I would a guitar.
“No, I don’t have any. Do you?”
“Not on me.”
“Just... pull out, okay?”
I cock an eyebrow. “Pull out?”
She bucks her hips, inching away from the mattress, looking for more friction. “God, Cody... stop teasing. You should’ve sent me a survey before you came over.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I whisper into her mouth. Rubbing her a bit faster. “This is important, B. I’m not getting you off until you answer the questions.”
She groans, rolling those aroused eyes at me. “What a waste.”
“A waste?”
“You had the best opportunity to end that sentence differently, and you blew it.” She grips my shoulders to yank me down. “Say it again.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“And take that dick like a good girl.That’s how it ends.”
A small smirk plays across my lips. “You’re not a good girl. You’re a brat and I don’t like brats, so you need to lose that attitude.” I bite her earlobe, then nose a line down her cheek. “I like the idea of you taking my dick.”
“I’d be full of it now if you’d just. Stop.Talking.”
I slap her pussy again, harder this time, making her jerk, her eyes wide, but she soaks my hand, so I know she loves it.
“Watch your mouth. We’re not cutting corners. I want consent. Audible consent to fuck you.”
“You have it,” she sighs, her hips urging me to work her faster. “Permission, consent, do what you want.”
“What I want is for you to understand I won’t be gentle.”
“I can handle a hate-fuck, Cody.”
“Good, because that’sexactlywhat it’ll be.” With a low groan, I sink my fingers into her pussy, stroking her G spot hard and fast. “Now pretend you’re a good girl and come for me.”
All the tension in her body ebbs away. She melts into the bed, giving up control and dropping the fake, confident mask she’s been wearing for years.
