over his head.
Brett lifted her head with a mocking chuckle. “You doing okay?”
“What do you think?” he croaked.
“I think I’m going to let you come.” She firmly wrapped her hand and lips around him, pumping hard as she tightened the suction of her mouth.
Five strokes, six, seven…and just as she felt his body tense up, she released him with a pop and leaned back on her elbows.
“Actually, no,” she said cheerfully. “I changed my mind.”
The expletive he let out was so loud and tortured she choked on a giggle.
“Oh, I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I hate you,” he mumbled.
“No, you don’t.” She cupped his sac and fondled it lightly. His cock had gone impossibly thicker, resting on his navel and pleading for attention.
Oh yeah. This was power, all right. She had AJ Walsh right where she wanted him, and he wouldn’t get an ounce of relief until she decided to give it to him. How many orgasms had he deprived her of already? She quickly did the math—one last night, at least three today.
She had a lot of work to do.
For the next thirty minutes, she showed him exactly what she thought of his blasted anticipation. Her soft licks and teasing pumps, intermixed with greedy sucking and the hard squeezing of his balls, turned the man on her bed into a cursing, trembling mess of need. And all the while, Brett gauged his responses with delight, until she knew his body better than she knew her own.
When his six-pack tightened and his balls drew up, it meant he was close.
When he wheezed as if all the oxygen had drained from his lungs, it meant he needed more.
When his bound hands thrashed against the bedposts, it meant he was losing his frickin’ mind.
The third time she took him to the brink, his release nearly breached the surface, and only the fast, sharp squeeze of her hand managed to ward it off.
AJ grunted, but there wasn’t an ounce of pain in his eyes. Just smoky pleasure and unadulterated lust. He was no longer fighting the knots, either. He actually seemed to be enjoying the complete lack of control.
“You like this,” she marveled when she saw his face.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled.
Brett wondered if she would like it if their roles were reversed. If she was the one at AJ’s mercy.
The answer was swift and unequivocal: God, yes. She’d love every dirty second of it.
Releasing him, she inhaled a wobbly breath and slid off the bed. She didn’t say a word as she stripped off her clothes. Just kicked each garment away until she stood naked in front of him.
AJ’s gaze smoldered as it roamed her body. “Payback’s over?”
“Are you kidding me?” She stuck out her tongue. “It’s time for round two.”
If she managed to survive it.
Every muscle in her body was coiled tighter than a rattlesnake, every nerve ending crackling with sexual energy. She was wet and achy and so damn ready, but she’d set a course of action, and she intended to follow through on it.
Round two entailed the same level of teasing as Round One, only this time she brought her own body into play. This time when she bent over, it was to rub her nipples over his cock—and this time, they were both groaning with abandon.
God. She was torturing herself now, and she wasn’t sure she was capable of the same awe-inspiring patience AJ seemed to possess in spades.
She straddled him again, more for her sake than his, because the feel of his cock rubbing her aching clit was absolute heaven.
“Holy hell, that’s hot.” The intensity of his expression made her shiver. “Keep doing that.”
She gripped his erection and rubbed the blunt head over her sensitive bud, until his shaft was slick from her juices and her clit was so swollen it hurt.
Struggling for breath, she eased backward. One hand stayed on his cock but went motionless, while the other traveled between her legs. Although AJ had a perfect view of what she was doing, she didn’t feel vulnerable or exposed. If anything, the hungry gaze fixed
Brett lifted her head with a mocking chuckle. “You doing okay?”
“What do you think?” he croaked.
“I think I’m going to let you come.” She firmly wrapped her hand and lips around him, pumping hard as she tightened the suction of her mouth.
Five strokes, six, seven…and just as she felt his body tense up, she released him with a pop and leaned back on her elbows.
“Actually, no,” she said cheerfully. “I changed my mind.”
The expletive he let out was so loud and tortured she choked on a giggle.
“Oh, I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I hate you,” he mumbled.
“No, you don’t.” She cupped his sac and fondled it lightly. His cock had gone impossibly thicker, resting on his navel and pleading for attention.
Oh yeah. This was power, all right. She had AJ Walsh right where she wanted him, and he wouldn’t get an ounce of relief until she decided to give it to him. How many orgasms had he deprived her of already? She quickly did the math—one last night, at least three today.
She had a lot of work to do.
For the next thirty minutes, she showed him exactly what she thought of his blasted anticipation. Her soft licks and teasing pumps, intermixed with greedy sucking and the hard squeezing of his balls, turned the man on her bed into a cursing, trembling mess of need. And all the while, Brett gauged his responses with delight, until she knew his body better than she knew her own.
When his six-pack tightened and his balls drew up, it meant he was close.
When he wheezed as if all the oxygen had drained from his lungs, it meant he needed more.
When his bound hands thrashed against the bedposts, it meant he was losing his frickin’ mind.
The third time she took him to the brink, his release nearly breached the surface, and only the fast, sharp squeeze of her hand managed to ward it off.
AJ grunted, but there wasn’t an ounce of pain in his eyes. Just smoky pleasure and unadulterated lust. He was no longer fighting the knots, either. He actually seemed to be enjoying the complete lack of control.
“You like this,” she marveled when she saw his face.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled.
Brett wondered if she would like it if their roles were reversed. If she was the one at AJ’s mercy.
The answer was swift and unequivocal: God, yes. She’d love every dirty second of it.
Releasing him, she inhaled a wobbly breath and slid off the bed. She didn’t say a word as she stripped off her clothes. Just kicked each garment away until she stood naked in front of him.
AJ’s gaze smoldered as it roamed her body. “Payback’s over?”
“Are you kidding me?” She stuck out her tongue. “It’s time for round two.”
If she managed to survive it.
Every muscle in her body was coiled tighter than a rattlesnake, every nerve ending crackling with sexual energy. She was wet and achy and so damn ready, but she’d set a course of action, and she intended to follow through on it.
Round two entailed the same level of teasing as Round One, only this time she brought her own body into play. This time when she bent over, it was to rub her nipples over his cock—and this time, they were both groaning with abandon.
God. She was torturing herself now, and she wasn’t sure she was capable of the same awe-inspiring patience AJ seemed to possess in spades.
She straddled him again, more for her sake than his, because the feel of his cock rubbing her aching clit was absolute heaven.
“Holy hell, that’s hot.” The intensity of his expression made her shiver. “Keep doing that.”
She gripped his erection and rubbed the blunt head over her sensitive bud, until his shaft was slick from her juices and her clit was so swollen it hurt.
Struggling for breath, she eased backward. One hand stayed on his cock but went motionless, while the other traveled between her legs. Although AJ had a perfect view of what she was doing, she didn’t feel vulnerable or exposed. If anything, the hungry gaze fixed
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