“No touching,” she whispered, flicking out a tongue to lick the shell of his ear. His tortured groan filled the air as his fists clenched the soft comforter beneath him. “Got it?”
Jake nodded frantically. “No touching. Got it.”
She pulled away as he was about to protest. She murmured, “That’s a good boy.”
Fuck. That’s hot.Tingles at the base of his spine let him know he was dangerously close to the edge.
The only sound in the room was his heavy breathing as he wrestled for control.
Get a hold of yourself, man. Don’t blow your load before you’ve even been invited to the party.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to picture the pile of paperwork on his desk, which helped to calm his libido. Once he was more in control, he popped his eyes open to see the bemused expression on Gia’s face.
His cheeks flushed under her scrutiny as he waited for her next move.
Who knew I had a praise kink?
Gia looked past him at his bedframe.
“Sit back against the headboard.”
All too eagerly, he rushed to do her bidding. He stood up, turning his back on her, one knee on the bed, before her sharp command made him stop.
“Wait.” He turned to look at her over his shoulder, an eyebrow quirked in question. “Take off your pants.”
His eyes widened in surprise.
Guess we’re not taking this slow, after all.
There was no way she missed the bulge beneath his jeans before this point.
He turned to face her fully, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he unbuttoned his pants and dragged the zipper down. If he weren’t so aroused that it was painful, he would smirk at the way her breathing hitched in her chest, making her breasts bounce. Instead, he focused on working the zipper over the bulge.
Thumbs hooked over the waistband of his pants and boxers, he dragged them until his cock bounced freely. He hissed softly as the cool air brushed against his overly sensitive skin. He worked his pants down his thighs until they fell to his ankles, splaying his hands out in awhat now?gesture.
Gia held his stare a moment longer as he stood still. When she dragged her gaze down his body, his muscles clenched with restraint. Her lips parted in a soft gasp when her eyes landed on his cock, which jerked as if saying hello.
Balling his hands into fists, he waited impatiently for her next move.
“Well?” he growled impatiently.
“Oh, um. Sit.” She pointed to the headboard, reminding him of what she held tightly in her fist. “There.”
Once again, he turned his back on her, and this time when he moved to get onto the bed, she didn’t stop him. His cock bobbed as he climbed onto the bed, tossing pillows onto the ground where they landed with soft thuds.
He settled against the headboard, waiting for her next move.She chewed her lower lip nervously. Jake quirked an eyebrow, daring her to spring into motion. His cock bobbed, impatient for him to take care of the problem. Though he adopted a calm demeanor, not wanting to pressure Gia into anything she wasn’t ready for, inside his stomach turned.
What if she decided it wasn’t worth it? He wasn’t worth it? Could she walk away from him again? Or, even more importantly, would he survive if she did?
Whatever issues she had been working through in her mind, he knew the moment she decided. She pulled her shoulders back, steely resolve reflected in her eyes as she propelled forward. His tense muscles loosened in relief until her hand gripped his calf. The innocent touch sent a thrill straight to his eager cock, which bounced with excitement.
Fuck, she was so close. He could lean forward and yank her to him. Instead, he clenched his fists, feeling the coarse texture of the comforter under his fingers.
She crawled up his body until she was on all fours before him.
“This seems unfair,” he complained.
She paused, tilting her head to the side. “What is?”
