“Hmm,” I responded, crossing my arms while smiling.
“What?” He stared at me, horrified. “Do I give off gay vibes? Is that why girls don’t talk to me?”
“That’s definitely not why.”
He sighed dramatically. “It’s fine. I’ll just struggle through jerking myself off with my left hand and make it down in time for lunch.”
He slid his hand under the covers with newfound determination.
“Oh yeah? I think I’d enjoy watching.”
“Me jerking off?” Cezar’s smirk returned instantly.
“You struggling,” I corrected, brows lifting.
Maintaining that annoyingly gorgeous expression of his, he slowly pushed the covers down, revealing his erection. Arousal shot through me so fast I actually stumbled back, hitting the door before I remembered to close it. And lock it.
“You know I can see you,” he said, attempting to stroke himself with his non-dominant hand.
“Well, you do have eyes,” I retorted sarcastically.
“Not what I meant, Petal. Your hips. They’re moving,” he observed, his head hanging back as he gave in to the slight pleasure he was feeling. It wasn’t enough. I could see the need for more. I was so turned on, and he was watching me like I was his next meal.
He was hard, desperate, yet nowhere near the edge. A few soft whimpers escaped him, and that was what finally pulled me forward. He stopped stroking himself. I brushed his hand aside and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, dragging my thumb through the slick at the tip and spreading it along his shaft. He shuddered, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to keep the moans down.
His muscles tightened; he was trying to hold himself together. It wouldn’t take much to break him—I already knew that. And when he gripped the sheets, I stopped.
He looked at me with those adorable, needy eyes.
I let him sit in it for a moment, chest heaving, then I started again. My hand twisted up and down his cock while my other hand fondled his balls before squeezing them. Right when he was about to lose it, I stopped again.
I did this a few more times, and each time, it looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Please, Petal, please, f-fuck,” he pleaded, his hips moving into my hand, trying to get himself off because I wasn’t doing it for him.
I took my hand away. His jaw locked, lips parted in disbelief. His breathing was erratic, and his pupils were dilated, all that torment with no sign of release. “Better clean up, lunch is ready,” I said, leaving him in all of his ecstasy.
I went into the laundry to change my panties. He didn’t need to know the effect he had on me. I wanted him just as badly ashe wanted me, but Dorin expected us downstairs soon. The fun would have to wait until later, after the next mission, assuming I made it back alive.
I have to.
Chapter 34
CEZAR
She edged me, denied me release, and then just ran away. My muscles hurt from straining, my fucking arm was killing me. I was about to go downstairs and beg her in front of everyone, no fucks given.
I finally limped my way into the kitchen, still sporting a painfully obvious boner. Tried to handle it on my own, but my body hated me right now. Lately, I couldn’t finish without Lina’s help. We’d corrupted each other so thoroughly that my dick refused to function without her cruelty.
“What the fuck, man?” Dorin looked me up and down, brow lifted like he was diagnosing a tragedy. Maybe he wasn’t actually concerned, but I was absolutely pretending he cared about my sexual despair.
“Lina is mean,” I grumbled, refusing to look at her.
Childish? Maybe.
Accurate? Yes.
I headed toward the counter for food, but she’d already plated everything for me.
Great. Now I felt like an asshole.
