He turned me over onto my back. I was limp, panting, sweaty. He dragged me down to the edge of the bed again. He pushed my legs back, folding them toward my head, opening me up completely.
He stood up and positioned himself at my entrance. He thrust in, deep and relentless, grinding into me, hitting spots that made me see stars. I couldn’t move, pinned by his hands on my thighs, folded in half.
“Please, Julian,” I begged, tears of frustration pricking my eyes. “Please let me come.”
He brought me to the edge again, his pelvis rubbing against my clit with every stroke. I was hovering on the precipice. And then he stopped again.
I screamed, a ragged sound of pure need, and reached down to rub my own clit, desperate to push myself over.
He caught my wrist gently and moved my hand away. “Uh uh.”
“Please!”
“I want you to come, Alyssa,” he said, his voice annoyingly calm. “Just answer the question.”
I shook my head, gasping for air. “No.”
He pulled out and dropped to his knees again. His mouth latched onto my clit, sucking, and I cried out, my back bowing off the bed. It was too much. It was perfect. He licked and sucked, driving me insane, then stopped and stood up, wiping his mouth.
He lifted me effortlessly, moving me back up the bed until my head hit the pillows. I was spent, trembling, my body a live wire of denied pleasure.
He reached for my water bottle. “I told you to drink more water.”
He sat me up, cradling me against his chest, and brought the bottle to my lips. I drank obediently, too tired to fight him. The water cooled my throat, but it did nothing for the fire burning in my veins.
Time had gone liquid. Three songs since Tank, maybe four. I couldn’t have recognized my own name, let alone what songs played next. Couldn’t register anything but the next torturous minute of him keeping me on the edge and pulling back.
He set the bottle down and kissed me, long and sloppy. I melted into him, my hands resting weakly on his chest.
“Julian?” I whispered against his lips.
“Yes, Gorgeous?”
I looked up at him, a weak grin tugging at my mouth. “I know you want to come too.”
He smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Is that right?”
“Let’s call it a tie,” I suggested. “Finish this and we both get what we want.”
He chuckled, kissing my forehead. “So you’re competing with me, is that what you’re telling me? You know you can’t win, right?”
He kissed me again, then he flipped me back on my hands and knees, pulling my arms back like reins. He entered me from behind, using my arms for leverage, pulling me back onto him as he thrust forward. It was overwhelming, being held down, being used, being completely at his mercy.
“Oh my G—” I half shouted, dropping my head forward. “Julian!”
He rode me hard, his hips slapping against my ass. “Who comes first, Alyssa?”
“I do!” I gasped.
“Who runs this?”
“You do!” I cried out, the pleasure finally breaking down my defenses. “You! All you! It’s yours! You’re in charge! You run it!”
“There she is, my Gorgeous,” he groaned, letting go of my arms and rolling us back over. He lay flat on his back, legs spread, and pulled me on top of him.
“Ride me, Gorgeous. Take what you want.”
I didn’t hesitate. I braced my hands on his thighs and started to bounce. He thrust up to meet me, his hands gripping my hips to guide me.
