I’m trapped.
Pinned down.
And I’ve never been more aroused in my life.
I know if I told him to stop, he would.
I know if I told him I didn’t want this, he’d redress me and return to our conversation.
But I don’t want that.
I want this.
I want him owning me.
Controlling me.
Teasing me.
“Now what are you going to do?” he asks.
I let out a deep sigh as I lean into his hold, not fighting him. “I guess listen to you.”
“Good girl,” he whispers and then he draws lazy circles on my inner thigh. “Now, as I was saying, once I fucked you with my tongue again, I’d let you catch your breath before I brought you over to the steps. Then I’d sit down on the top step so my cock that’s begging for you is above water.”
I wet my lips.
“And I’d demand that you return the favor.” His lips dance over my cheek. “Would you?”
“No question, I would. I want my mouth on your cock now.”
He groans and drags his fingers over the spot just above where I want him. He toys with me there, dipping lower and lower until he’s playing with my slit. I try to move, try to get him where I want him, but he holds me still, his strong body taking control.
“Tell me how you’d suck me in the pool.”
My lungs feel heavy as they work harder for air. “I would . . . I’d have you hold my hair. I’d expect you to grip it hard, guiding me as I lower my mouth to the tip. I’d swirl my tongue, around and around.” His pelvis moves against my back, the movement so small that it can’t possibly do more than drive him nuts. “And then I’d ask you to spread your legs so I could play with your balls while I take your length all the way to the back of my throat.”
“Baby . . .” he whispers. “Would you gag?”
“I would. But I’d do it all over again.”
“Fuck,” he breathes as his fingers slide over one side of my pussy, but never dip inside.
“I’d play with your taint. I’d drag my fingers over the seam of your scrotum. I’d lick the length of your cock, and then repeat that until you tug on my hair, showing me you can’t take it anymore.”
“Your devil tongue would make me want to come sooner than I prefer.” He dips his finger to my arousal, barely touches my clit, and then removes his hand completely, bringing it back to my stomach.
“Nooo,” I groan. “JP, don’t move your hand.”
“Are you trying to tell me what to do?” he asks as he lightly moves his fingers over my breasts, circling my areolas, but never giving me what I want.
“Yes, you’re making me so hot, so wet.”
“Good.” His hand moves back between my legs and rests there, his palm cupping me, his fingers present, but not doing anything. “Would you let me come in your mouth?”
“Yes.”
He presses down on one finger, then the other, switching between the two and driving me so fucking crazy that I feel sweat drip down my back.
“Would you swallow?”
“Yes,” I answer, my voice pleading in desperation.
“Good girl,” he says, then he spreads me and presses two fingers to my clit.
“Yes,” I cry out, my chest arching as I’m granted some relief. He moves his fingers, up and down, up and down, the motion so full of what I need to relieve this growing, gnawing pressure between my legs, that I relax against his chest, against his pressing erection, and just let him take over. “Right there,” I pant. “Please don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t come in your mouth,” he says, bringing me back to the fantasy. “I wouldn’t want to. I’d bring myself right to the edge until I pulled on your hair, tugging you off my cock.”
He rubs faster, and everything around me fades to black as I feel my body climb closer and closer. This unbridled pulse throbs up my legs, down my arms, and collects between my legs. It’s there. I’m right there.
“Yes. Oh God, I’m going to—”
He removes his hand and rests it on my stomach, unmoving.
“What are you doing?” I cry out in absolute shock and pain.
“Listen closely, baby . . . are you listening?”
Barely. My body is internally roaring so loudly that I can barely hear the light whip of wind rustling through the palm leaves above us.
“Y-yes,” I stammer out.
“Good. This is where the fun begins.”
“What fun?” I ask, my orgasm starting to fade away, leaving me with this hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach . . . something more maddening than anything I’ve ever experienced.