He frowned. “No, I want you to keep doing what you were doing. It felt amazing.”
“I know it did. I was doing fine without your help. Why did you have to touch me?”
He scoffed. “Because I like touching you. Don’t ruin this.”
I wasn’t ruining it.
“I bet you’d just love to hold a fistful of my hair and fuck my mouth. Maybe pin me against a wall, so I have nowhere to go but down on you.”
“Now, we’re talking.”
“Well, that’s not how I do it! If you want that, go find a different girl. If you want me, get your hand out of the way and let me finish what I started.”
“Why do you have so many rules?”
I drew in a slow breath. “You know what, you ruined it. Make yourself come. I’m out.”
“What?” His shoulders shot off the couch.
I folded my arms in front of my chest and raised a brow. “Make yourself come.”
“Are you fucking serious? Avery—”
“Haven’t you ever jerked off in front of anyone?” This could actually be more fun than the blowjob.
He scowled. “If I wanted to jerk off I’d be home doing it right now. I want your mouth back on my dick.”
“Well, you should have followed directions better. I want to see you come and I want you to say my name when you do. I wonder which one of us is going to get what we want?”
His eyes narrowed in challenge. I unlatched my bra and tossed it onto the floor, waiting him out. I had all night.
“I’ll need my hands.”
That little hint of seeking approval tightened my nipples, and I sighed. “You have my permission to touch yourself.”
His gaze held mine as his hand gripped his cock, stroking as if every slow glide of his fist was somehow meant to reach my skin. “This is what does it for you?”
“No talking.”
“Only when I say your name as I come.”
“Exactly.”
His mouth twitched as if he was hiding a smile. He groaned and stroked harder. “Oh, Avery…”
He was such a smart ass. Whatever. I was getting my way.
“Avery…”
I rolled my eyes. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“A—ver—y…”
“You’re ruining it.”
His hand tightened and jerked faster. “Avery’s mouth…” His chest flexed, his hips digging into the sofa. “Avery’s pretty tits…” He cupped his sack. “Avery’s tight little ass … squeezing my dick.”
The sound of his hand stroking along smooth, hard flesh matched his fast breathing.
“Avery’s pink little cunt…”
His eyelids lowered, the blue irises rolling back under the fringe of gold lashes. “Avery’s tight cunt wrapped around my cock … milking every last drop…”
I shifted my weight as I kneeled between his legs, pressure forming in my lower abdomen.
“Avery’s long, blonde hair teasing my skin, fisted in my hand…”
My eyes narrowed. He knew I didn’t like that.
“Avery’s back arched as I pound into her sopping pussy and she screams my name…”
“You wish.”
His eyes opened, thin slits of promise watching my response too acutely. I held my breath, willing my skin to cool.
“Avery’s body trembling as I make her come again, and again, and again.”
“Maybe one of these days you’ll come.”
His grip slid faster, his free hand shooting out and snatching my fingers, curling them around his. He double fisted his cock, jerking rapidly, my fingers now tangled in the mix.
I flexed my fingers, trying not to appreciate his engorged size and intensity. “This wasn’t the deal.”
“Avery’s pleas and moans as she begs me to…” His lips parted. “Never…” His head angled back. “Stop…” His spine bowed as he grunted, all of his muscles rippling under his flawless skin. Liquid heat spurted from his throbbing cock, coating our entwined fingers. “…fucking her!”
My mouth hung open as I stared down at his slack face, his sated blue eyes, and his heaving chest. My gaze shifted to his erection, still pulsing in our hands as pearly come dribbled to the base of his balls.
He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and grinned. “Is that what you had in mind?”
Turned on against my will, I swallowed and cleared my throat. “Something like that.”
His thumb rubbed slowly over the back of my knuckle, the gesture incredibly intimate and full of implication. His stare held mine, our fingers sticky with his come. I pulled my hand, but he tightened his grip, holding me to him.
“Noah…”
“When do I get to see you masturbate?”
“Never.”
“So, sometime next week when the little red devil’s gone?”
Or every night while I had my own private Noah show in the shadows of my bedroom. “I don’t think so. Give me my hand back.”
“First, tell me something.”
I pursed my lips, never quite sure what was going to come out of his mouth. “What?”
“This thing you do … when you want to be in charge, is that like a kink thing or a permanent thing?”
“It’s a me thing. It’s what I like.”
His head tipped as his eyes continued to study me. “Have you ever just had normal sex with someone?”