I wonder if he’ll say it again like that if I pull out my phone to record him.
“Oh,” I say, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. “Oh. Umm. Thanks?”
“You don’t need to thank me.” It occurs to me when he slips his thumb into my mouth and slides it against my tongue that he has all the power here, like this. “But if you want to, you can show me what that pretty mouth can do while I sit here and watch. Kind of like a preview to where Ireallywant your lips, Ari.”
It’s amazing how quickly he can go from teddy bear, childhood best friend, tothiscreature of sin and sexiness that I’m about ready to take all of my clothes off for. He’s not the only one who wants my mouth on his cock, and that’s a dangerous thought I don’t want to give much credit to.
One Ishouldn’tlet dance around in my head for longer than a few seconds.
Unfortunately, getting itoutof my head is proving impossible as he replaces his thumb with two fingers that he dips into my mouth before pulling them back out.
“You’re making it very hard to watch the movie,” Isaac adds in his softest tone.
“I’m not even doing anything,” I point out, closing my lips around his fingers when they slide against my tongue once more.
“Sure,” he breathes, watching as he thrusts his fingers in and out of my mouth. “Sure you aren’t. I bet you’ll look so good when I fuck your mouth.”
I can’t help the bolt of heat that shoots from my mouth down my body, only to pool between my thighs as I fight not to press them together to chase the feeling.
But apparently, I’m an open book for Isaac. His grin grows, and he moves his fingers from my mouth down to my chest, skimming them over my hoodie until he can reach the top of my jeans.
My stomach flips and twists, trying to turn itself into an origami swan while his hand stills on my waistband.
“Just in case it’s not clear…” He looks at me with sudden clarity. “You canalwaystell me no, Ari. At any time, if you tell me to stop, I will.”
“Terracotta,” I say, almost interrupting him. He quirks a brow in question, and I clear my throat before speaking again. “I’d rather useterracotta…if that’s okay with you.”
“Oh?” His hand splays on the bare skin between my hoodie and my jeans. “That seems a little kinky of you. Are you saying youwantme to get you to say ‘stop’ just because you know I won’t?”
Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying. But I only nod my head once, squirming from how exposed and vulnerable I feel just by being here, on his lap, with him looking down at me like I’meverythingto him.
It’s terrifying.
It’s a little bit intoxicating.
And right now, Isaac iseverythingto me.
I gasp when he slides his fingers into my panties, the button and zipper open and down even though he’s only using one hand. That’s impressive, and even more so since I didn’t notice him doing it.
“I never thought about how great of a view this is before,” Isaac purrs, his fingers stroking along my slit. He teases my clit, his other hand coming up to stroke through my hair again. “I can keep you here as long as I want, too. Did you think about that? Did you think about the fact that with my hand here…” he plunges a finger into me and thrusts in and out, “and my other one here…” he tangles his fingers in my hair and holds it tight enough that pain prickles my scalp, “that you’re here until I don’t want you to be? I can do anything I want to you, Ari. And you’re just going to take it.”
That shouldn’t be as hot of a thought as it is, but it really,reallyis.Another finger joins the first, plunging in and out of me as he keeps my face turned to his so he can watch my expressions.
“Do you know that you’re already wet? That you were ready for my fingers before I eventouchedyou here?”
“I definitely don’t think that’s true,” I lie, my hands going up to the one in my hair as if I want him to let go. In reality, I just want to dig my nails into his wrist, and when I do so, I hear him let out a soft, low sound of approval.
“Don’t rush me,” he warns. “Because I’m going to take my time. And besides…” His voice turns teasing. “We’re watching amovie, Ari.” He flicks his gaze back to the television, and his fingers inside me slow their movement. “Maybe you should pay attention.” With his hand in my hair, he turns my face toward the TV.
Not that I have any idea what’s going on. For a few minutes, he just touches me, his fingers only finding my clit once in a while and only just barely. It’s not enough and has me chasing his movements with my hips since he never pulls his hand away.
But Isaac doesn’t give in.
After a few minutes, though, two fingers enter me again, and he works me up long enough that my mouth is open as I suck in air, and I stare up at him as my thighs tense around his hand. I’m not close enough that my orgasm is certain, but I’m not far.
I writhe in his grip, moving as much as I can in order to push his fingers deeper. He adds another one, his thumb on my clit, swirling lightly as he does everything right that’ll make me come within a few minutes, at best.
And then he stops again. One finger leaves me, and his thumb is gone.