“Don’t stop...” I growl.
Just as I come closer to it, he moves his hands and mouth away.
“Fuck.”
I flip my eyes open and glower.
“Don’t you fucking do that,” I say.
Smiling, he pulls me upright, bringing my mouth to his groin level.
His zipper goes down. Slowly.
“Are you serious?” I blurt, not in the mood to get played with right now.
He slides his jeans down––teasingly slowly––his cock jutting in the air, rock hard.
Just as I part my lips to speak, he shoves two fingers into my mouth. My nostrils flare, and my taste buds tingle with pleasure from my arousal.
“Jerk,” I mumble around his fingers.
He laughs.
“Good girl,” he says as I suck on them.
He pulls them out and runs them down his cock, coating the smooth skin of his hardness with the moisture of my mouth.
My eyes are glued to his glistening shaft.
“You look like you want it,” he says, moving his hand up and down, tossing a cocky smirk at me.
I swallow a snippy remark, dawning on me that this is not the best time to get clever with him.
“I do. Yes, I do. And I want much more,” I throw at him. “But you are not willing to give it to me.”
He tilts his head back, his smile withering away.
“Why don’t you try me?”
I wonder how much seriousness his words bear when he brings his hand to my head, interrupting my train of thought.
I lick my lips in anticipation.
“Patience is not your virtue,” he says.
“Not when you leave me hanging.”
“You could do the same thing, sweetheart.”
That’s a hint I have no time to explore and analyze as he slowly trails the seam of my mouth with the tip of his cock, distracting me again.
And then he pulls away.
“You’re an ass,” I say.
A crooked smile is his answer.
“Speaking of which... Where do you keep the lube?”