I can’t ignore it, though. Lying here, in Tate’s bed, my whole body is running hot. When I look at him, his eyes are waiting for me. “I can turn over.”
“Or I can take care of it for you.”
His eyebrow twitches, but he says nothing.
“Do you not want me to take care of it for you?” My voice is barely a whisper.
“It’s not that.” He grunts as he shifts his weight. “I’ll fall asleep as soon as I’m done, and then you’ll be left unsatisfied. I don’t want that.” His speech is slow. It must be so hard to grind out words around the hardware in his mouth. And I’ve already wanted to kiss him three thousand times since I got here.
So I do. It’s just a chaste, soft kiss on his lips, and my whole body is clenched in terror in case I hurt him somehow by accident, but I kiss him until his body softens next to me.
“Let me take care of you. If it makes you feel better, you can keep score so when you’re up to it you can get your own back on me.” I wink at him, but my palm’s already splayed over his rock-hard dick.
There’s nothing I love more than this heady feeling of power that comes with having a guy’s dick in your hand. It’s like as soon as the blood rushes south, their brains switch off, and they’re completely guided by their gear sticks. And knowing I can control his reactions, his breathing, his whole body, from this one piece of him sends heat straight to my pussy.
He groans next to me as I stroke him through his boxers. “I’ll blow my load in my boxers if you’re not careful, Pitstop.”
I’ve never done that before. Made a guy come in his underwear just from stroking, but now I want to make it a reality.
“It’s been so long.” The needy sounds he’s making as my hand slides up and down the fabric make me want to sit on his dick and ride him like a fucking rodeo bull.
I snort. “Yeah, like, what? A week since you’ve had a bunny?”
His face falls, and he looks truly injured by my words. “Not since you moved in next door, Pitstop.”
“What about all the screaming?”
He smirks. “Callum.”
My body heats even more. Lucky Callum. But also the relief seeping through my body tells me I’ve been jealous of Tate’s vocal bedfellows for longer than I realized.
“Y-you haven’t been with a girl since I moved in next door?”
He shakes his head, his eyes fluttering closed on a grumble. “So good.” He moves his hips, lifting them up, grinding his cockagainst my hand as I stroke him. “Were you jealous, Pitstop? Of all the women I wasn’t making scream?”
“Yes.” My admission is heavy in the darkness. “I was so mad at you for being with all those women.”
He grunts. The fabric of his boxers is getting damp in places, and as much as I want to make him blow his load in his undies, I need to get my whole hand around his cock. I need to feel it. I need to really blow his fucking mind.
“Why?”
“Why, what?” He still doesn’t open his eyes, but he does move his hips again as I tug down his shorts and curl my fingers around his whole cock.
“Why haven’t you slept with anyone?” I pump my hand slowly, once, twice, and on the third time he makes that groan-y noise that has me aching to sink my fingers into my pussy.
“Didn’t want anyone but you, She Devil.” His words are slower, more strained. He hisses out a whoosh of air. “You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the goal.” I scooch down the bed and take his tip in my mouth to lube him up just a little. Tonight’s just about my hand, but the urge to suck him off into the back of my throat is overwhelming.
Maybe tomorrow.
I keep pace with my hand. My grip is tight but not too restrictive, my movements smooth, and the closer he gets to the goal line the harder his cock gets in my hand.
Thankfully, it’s not a monster cock. I’ve seen those, I’ve sat on those, and I almost got sutures from those. This one’s a nice, normal sized cock. It’s chunky, but not too chunky, long but not too long.
If I was Goldilocks, this cock would be ‘my just’ right cock.
Another hiss, another buck of his hips. “Going to come, Pitstop.”
