When it slid off into a pile around my feet, I turned and propped myself up on the edge of his dining room table, dressed in nothing but my lacy yellow underwear. As he slipped his fingers between my thighs, I gasped and clutched on to his arms myself. His hand was cold, yet my skin felt like it was on fire.
“I was right,” he said softly as he slipped a second finger in me and slowly moved them in and out of me. I was getting wetter with each passing second. “You look so much better like this.”
I rocked against his fingers, my lips parted slightly.
No. I didn’t want to be just his plaything. I grabbed his belt, not looking away from him as I undid his pants, jerking it dramatically before setting it on the table beside me. That was for later. I slid my hands into his boxers, firmly grasping his cock and enjoying how it eagerly twitched in my hand. “You’re as big as they say. Oh,” I moaned, biting my lip as yet another one of his fingers fucked me.
“Thank you.” He gasped as my hands wrapped around his cock. Our lips were inches apart as we held each other in the palms of our hands.
I stroked him faster as he finger-fucked my pussy, and I fought the pressure building inside me. This—toying with each other, seeing who could lose control first—was driving me crazy. Leaning forward, I licked the side of his neck, sucking and kissing it. He pulled my bra down and grabbed on to my nipple, pinching it hard.
“Oh… oh….” I moaned, closing my eyes.
He went faster, to the point where I was bouncing on his hand. My heart pounded in my chest. Again, he kissed me, his tongue not even bothering to wait for my mouth, tempting me to give in to him.
I lost the moment I let go of him. He knew it, and so did I. With both hands, I grasped on to the table and let his name roll off my tongue.
“Theo… so… fuck… oh… please… ah.”
Fuck.
“I don’t think I’m going to be jealous of anything anytime soon.” He chuckled as he licked me off his fingers. I bit my lips. Watching him taste me like that made me want him even more.
“We’re in a give-and-take relationship, Felicity.” He pulled me off the table. “So give. On your knees.”
I raised an eyebrow, but because I wanted to be the reason he lost control, I got on my knees and took his cock into my hands again. I licked the tip of it.
“Umm….”
Hearing him moan above me was all I needed. Kissing the down the length of him, I enjoyed the way he tasted before taking as much of him as I could into my mouth. I wanted to go slow and torture him. When he worked his hands into my hair, I looked up at him and kept on sucking, gliding my teeth around him.
“Jesus Christ.” He gasped, clenching a fistful of my hair. I gripped behind his knees and sucked fast, letting his cock hit the back of my throat as he thrust. We were in sync, not daring to stop.
“Feli… fuck.” He hissed as he came. I drank every drop, and he watched me.
From the look in his eyes, I knew this wasn’t over.
I was going home with my own wild stories to share.
11:13 a.m.
My back arched as I pulled on the tie securing my hands above my head to the bedpost. He had bound me and covered my eyes before running the ice, which he held in his mouth, over my nipples. A chill went through me. My toes curled, and my breath caught in my throat. He didn't stop until the ice melted.
"Theo…." I begged, trying once more to free my hands. I wanted… no, I needed to touch him.
Ignoring me, he took my nipple between his teeth.
I tried to raise a leg, but he pushed it back down and spread them apart. I felt the heat of him rubbing against me.
"Who are you so wet for?" he asked, pressing hard into me.
"You," I whispered.
"Who do you want?" He gradually began to enter me.
Fuck! This was torture. No matter how much I struggled to bring him closer, deeper into me, he wouldn't have it. Instead, he clutched on to my thighs tighter.
"You," I desperately answered. "I want you. Please fuck me!"