“Yes, it is.” He climbs onto the bed to kneel between my spread thighs. Hades doesn’t touch me, but it feels like he’s tattooed his possession on every part of my body. His obvious desire for me stokes my need higher.
I’m going to do this. I’m going to reach between my thighs and stroke my clit until I come apart in front of him. With how turned on I am right now, it won’t take much time at all. And I…I do want to do it, damn him. I can’t just give in, though. It’s not in my genetic makeup. I lick my lips. “I propose a bargain.”
There goes his eyebrow again, but he only says, “I’m listening.”
“I would very much like to…” I don’t know how to say this without dying of embarrassment, so I simply charge forward. “I want you to come when I come.” When he keeps watching me, waiting, I force myself to continue. “If I’m making myself orgasm…I would very, very much like for you to make yourself orgasm, too.”
He stares at me a long moment as if waiting for me to change my mind. I could tell him that there’s absolutely no danger of that, something he seems to realize a few seconds later.
Hades’s hands move as if he can’t help himself, resting on my thighs and giving me a light stroke. “You might have your way tonight, but don’t get in the habit of expecting it.”
I give him a sunny smile that makes a muscle in his cheek twitch. “If I had my way, you’d already be inside me.”
“Mmmm.” He shakes his head. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Fancy words.” I can’t resist any longer. I snake a hand down my stomach and part my pussy. I’m drawing this out because I enjoy the way his hands clench on my thighs, as if he’s fighting himself not to touch me more. This man has control wrapped around him like chains. I wonder what it would take for those restraints to snap. What will happen when they finally do?
I use my middle finger to draw my wetness up and around my clit, and Hades snorts. “Cheeky.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Even with me going intentionally slowly, intentionally lightly, pleasure coils through me. I have the borderline hysterical thought that I might be able to come simply from the force of his gaze on my body. I circle my clit again. “Hades, please.”
“I like the way you say my name.” He releases me, peeling his fingers away from my thighs so slowly that it’s obvious he doesn’t want to stop touching me. I don’t want him to stop, either, but the end result is worth the temporary detour. He reaches for the front of his slacks. I hold my breath as he draws out his cock. He’s… Wow. He’s perfect. Big and thick and my body clenches with the need to have him inside me. Hades gives himself a rough stroke. “Don’t stop.”
I realize I had slowed my movements to a standstill and pick up my pace again. I can’t take my eyes from his cock as he strokes himself. “You’re beautiful.”
He gives one of those ragged laughs I’m already learning to crave. “You’re drunk on lust.”
“Maybe. Doesn’t make it less true.” I bite my bottom lip. “Touch me? Please?” When he doesn’t immediately respond, I press on. “Please, Hades. Please, Sir.”
Hades curses and knocks my hand away from my clit. “You are shit for my self-control.”
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, trying to look apologetic.
“No, you’re not. Do not move, or this ends.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
I stare down my body as Hades wraps a fist around his cock and angles it down to drag the blunt head over my clit. It feels dirty and a little bit wrong, and I never want it to stop. Gods, how is this hotter than some of the sex I’ve had? Is it purely because it’s him? I don’t have an answer. Not now. Maybe not ever.
He waits a beat and then strokes me again, circling my clit just like I did with my fingers earlier. I hold my breath, willing him to do more. It’s as if Hades draws the thought right out of my head, because he drags his cock down, wetting himself with my desire. Wicked. This is so beyond wicked.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to beg him to fuck me now, but I bite the words back. No matter how delirious pleasure makes me, I’m still aware enough to know that I’ve pushed him to his limit tonight. If I try for more, there’s every chance he’ll push back. That he’ll stop the decadent motion of his cock through my folds. Down, and then up to circle my clit, and then back down.
He tenses as he presses to my entrance, but I don’t have a chance to throw caution to the wind before he speaks. “Hands above your head.”