Corinne smiled. “I liked that you liked it, of course. That you were getting off on it. The sounds you made. Mostly I liked that you didn’t have to let me, but you did. I liked that it was kind of silly. I didn’t think I’d like it as much as I did. Come here.”
He did at once. When she took the tip of his cock into her mouth, Reese couldn’t stop himself from putting his hands on her head to gather her hair at the base of her neck. Corinne didn’t protest, instead letting his prick sink deeper inside her heat. At the gentle sucking, he thought for sure he was going to explode, but she eased off in time to keep him from coming.
With her hand gripping him at the base, she looked up at him. “I should keep you on the edge all night.”
He groaned. “Please don’t.”
“Mmmm.” She took him in her mouth again, letting her tongue flick the underside of his head as her hand cupped his balls.
But she did, teasing him mercilessly for another twenty minutes with her lips and tongue. When he fucked into her mouth she slapped his ass, bringing back the sting. No matter how close he was, Corinne knew just when to pull back, blowing breath after breath across the tip of his throbbing, aching cock.
“Please, Ma’am…I need to come.”
She hadn’t moved from her seat on the edge of the chair. Gripping his cock firmly at the base, she looked up at him. “You want to come. That’s not the same thing.”
Reese would’ve argued with her if he’d been able to form the words. He absolutely needed to ejaculate—the need as fierce and insistent as anything he’d ever known. All he could manage was a soft mutter though.
Her hand slid along the shaft, not enough pressure to get him off, just enough to tantalize him. “Are you going to contradict me? Do I need to start another list?”
“No, Ma’am…oh, fuck. Please…”
“I love it when you beg me. I always loved it.” She squeezed him again at the base, cutting off the urge to spurt, but barely.
He wanted to come. He needed to please her. So breathing in, breathing out, Reese clenched internal muscles and thought of baseball and did whatever he could not to let himself release.
“Legs apart.”
He complied. Corinne slid her fingers inside her mouth and let them slide along his balls, then the seam of his perineum. At the pressure of her touch on his asshole, Reese gave a soft cry.
Corinne sighed. “Do you want to know how many times I touched myself over the years, making myself come, remembering you?”
“A lot, I hope. Ma’am.”
She pressed harder, the feeling delicious and urgent, making him want to grind himself down on her or fuck into the empty air, anything that would relieve the building climax centered in his balls. She slid the tip of her finger inside the tight ring of muscle at the same time she covered his cockhead with her mouth. Reese shuddered, gasping.
“I loved how doing this would make you writhe and whimper and moan and beg for me. I loved it,” she said against his shaft, the movement of her lips sending tickling sensation rippling through him. “I loved filling you with the toys.”
“I loved it too…”
She went a little deeper, stretching him. Her tongue flicked the divot beneath his cockhead. “Do you have any?”
“No, Ma’am, no. I wish I…fuck…oh, fuck.”
“Nothing? No ass plugs? You remembered how good it felt to be filled, but in all this time you never did it even by yourself?”
“Just my fingers, Ma’am…”
Her breath shuddered along his cock. “Oh…oh my God, really?”
“Yes.”
“I want to watch you do that.” Slowly, she withdrew and pushed at his thighs until he took an automatic step back on legs so weak he was sure he was going to fall.
Reese tried to compose himself. “What?”
“I want to watch you do what you did when you were alone. Thinking about us, about me fucking you. Show me.” Corinne flicked an imperious hand at him, though her blazing gaze and tilted smile gave away her arousal.
Seeing how turned on she was sent a slow, seeping strand of precome leaking out of him, so much it actually dripped from his cock. She moaned when she saw it. Reese clamped a hand on the base of his dick to try and keep himself from jetting all over her. It was close, so close, but he managed.
“You want me to umm…jack off for you?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”
“Can I sit, Ma’am, I’m afraid I’ll pass out otherwise.”
“We can’t have that. Do it however you need to, puppy. However you would’ve done it if I wasn’t here. When is the last time you jacked off?”
“The day before that first meeting we had.” Reese backed up to find the armchair behind him and sat, the material scratchy on his bare ass.
“Did you finger your ass?”
Heat burned the tips of his ears. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Her delighted laughter sent another slow, rolling wave of desire through him. “Oh…I fucking love that so much. The day before you met me in that restaurant and you were such a prick, you were jacking your cock and fingering your asshole, thinking about me?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He settled into the chair, legs spread, ass hanging over the edge of the cushion. “Right here.”