Corinne looks faintly surprised, as though she hadn’t been expecting him to question her. Or maybe it was her own admission that so shocked her, because now she sits up, withdrawing from him. She pulls her knees to her chest.
Reese sits up too, though he is on his knees with his heels pressing into his ass. His cock bobs, tapping his belly, and he watches her look at it. Her smile leaves him light-headed. He wants to take his hardness in his fist and stroke, stroke until he explodes, but that’s his weakness. He needs to be stronger for her. To prove himself. He crosses his hands at the wrists just behind his lower back.
A sigh shudders out of her when he does that. “Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
Her praise sends a rush of crackling, electric heat all through him. He can’t help letting his back arch a little. The motion thrusts his hips forward. It’s not enough to make him come, but it’s enough to tighten his balls and his asshole too.
Corinne reaches to swipe the string of precome off the head of his dick with one fingertip. Keeping eye contact with him, she tucks the finger in her mouth and sucks it clean with a soft moan. Reese’s entire body jerks at the sound. When she slides another finger into her mouth and sucks them both, he swears he can feel that sucking wetness on his cock, which is exactly what she obviously wants him to feel.
“So fucking beautiful.” Corinne trails a fingertip along the underside of his shaft, toying for a second in the small divot beneath his cockhead. “Such a pretty purpley red. Leaking. For me?”
“Yes,” Reese says. “All for you.”
She’s toyed with him plenty. Teasing. Edging him until he’s sure he won’t be able to hold out for one more second, only to ease off and leave his cock twitching with no release. He hates the denial, the persistent fullness in his balls. He hates his frenzy, how everything focuses on his cock, his balls, his ass, how his entire world shrinks until all he can think about is coming.
But he loves it too, because Reese loves her. The games they play turn him on more than anything ever has. More than that. They fulfill him. It’s like Corinne is the key that unlocks a door to rooms he didn’t know existed.
She grips his shaft with a fierceness that makes him gasp. She pulls him toward her, and Reese moves, eager to keep her grasp from hurting him. When she offers her mouth, he kisses her. She strokes him, balls to head. His cry is muffled inside her mouth. Her tongue swipes his. She takes his lower lip in her teeth and bites, not hard enough to draw blood, but still painful.
He’s so hard he’s sure he’s going to break.
“Do you know what it feels like, for me?” She licks the spot she bit and locks her gaze to his. Her stroking hand slows, fingers squeezing just behind the head.
He couldn’t come now if he tried, but Reese knows better than to even make the attempt. No matter how much he yearns to spatter her belly, no matter how much it hurts to hold off, it’s a point of pride. He’s given her the right to command his orgasm, and damn it, he’s going to do his best to please her.
“To look at you, that lovely erect cock so thick and hard and dripping for me. To know how much you want to come. But you won’t, will you? Until I say?” Her other hand cups his throbbing balls. Her thumb strokes the seam behind them.
At the press of her fingers on his asshole, Reese mutters a plea.
Corinne looks at him. There’s nothing teasing in her gaze now, only a fierce and focused intensity. Her grip on his cock loosens. She strokes. She presses her fingertip just inside the tight ring of muscle.
“This hungry little asshole,” she whispers. “Begging for me to fuck it.”
“Yes…” More words spill out of him, a few of them coherent but most an entreating mumble. And then, “Yes, please, Ma’am, please. Fuck me. Own me. I am yours.”
“You are mine.” Corinne yanks him forward again by his cock so she can get at his mouth.
Reese’s hands grip the headboard behind her. She nudges his thighs apart with hers. Her finger slides in deeper. Her other hand strokes, stopping short of palming his cockhead, and oh, thank God, because if she did that he wouldn’t be able to hold back…he can barely hold back now…the finger inside him curls a little, pressing that magic spot that keeps him begging.
“Please, Ma’am, I’m going to come, please…” He shakes, helplessly thrusting into her grip. Grinding onto her finger. “Please. More.”
Another finger pushes inside him. There’s no lube. The stretching hurts, but not enough to stop him from moaning. She’s being gentle enough not to cause any damage, but if anything, she’s holding back too much. He’s too far gone, needs more. All he can think about is the pressure in his balls. She makes circles on his prostate, pressing and releasing. Her stroking hand grips him behind the cockhead again, effectively blocking his orgasm one more time.
It doesn’t stop more precome from leaking out of his slit. Thicker now, turning white. “Oh God, Ma’am, please, please, let me taste you.”
“You’ve already made me come three times,” Corinne whispers against his mouth.