“But how can you concentrate at work?” When she was hot and horny, she couldn’t even use her ten-key adding machine without screwing up the numbers.
“Makes me more alert, more aware. Things are clearer. Scent and sight and sound are sharper.”
She stretched, feeling every inch of his flesh along her body, his coarse hair tickling her calves and thighs, smooth skin caressing her back, taut nipples teasing her shoulder blades, and his persistent erection at her ass, sliding in droplets of pre-cum. Reaching back, she pulled his mouth to the curve of her neck.
He sucked on her, teased her flesh with a love bite, then he whispered, “Don’t come.”
“I don’t think I can help it.” Her body oozed moisture, coating his fingers and creaming her thighs.
He dipped into her channel, easing the pressure on her clitoris. The near orgasm slipped away, and though her body still vibrated, the terrible need softened to a heated buzz between her legs.
“Stay on the edge with me,” he coaxed.
“You’re a tease.” She had to admit she’d done her fair share of teasing, and even without the clitoris massage, his fingers inside her felt awfully nice. Exceptionally pleasing.
“I promise it’ll make the next orgasm so fucking fantastic.”
Damn. He was trying to set her up to beg for it the next time. Yet, the offer was incredibly enticing. “What about you? I thought men couldn’t hold off.”
“Control, sweetheart. A man can’t let his body get the better of him.” For effect, he pumped the crease of her butt with a sure hard stroke, releasing more daubs of pre-cum. But he didn’t climax.
Hm. Control. She sort of liked the idea of Witt being out of control. Not that Witt was a control freak, but she’d never seen him completely lose it. Not even when he fucked her and cried out. He didn’t hold back, but she didn’t think she drove him totally out of his gourd either.
Maybe he didn’t want her again so soon after last night. He might have an erection, but maybe he just didn’t feel like getting all worked up again.
“I think you’re full of crap,” she said. “You just can’t get it up right now.”
He flexed his very up-n-at-‘em cock between her butt cheeks. The slippery tip rimmed her, almost sliding right in just as he swiped her clitoris with his roughened finger. Max gasped and climbed ten steps towards the orgasmic pinnacle before he backed off again, resting his hand just above her mound. Heat suffused her body. Her muscles tensed. Her nipples ached. Her very core throbbed. If she moved, she would come.
But Max fought off the orgasm. The sensations were delicious. He was right, everything felt ... more, just more.
“This is an experiment,” she said, her voice sounding breathless. She fought for air. No, no, she wasn’t going to sound like she was out of control. “That’s the only reason I’m going along with your crazy talk.”
He chuckled, his chest vibrating against her back. “Trust me, Max.”
He was always saying that, about everything. And damned if she didn’t trust him. He’d show her a good time, that was for sure. But what promises or admissions would he extract from her in the process?
She was terrified to admit she might give him everything he wanted. Now that was a very scary thought. Max sat up. “It’s getting late.” Yeah, the sun was just peeking over the horizon. She could see it through the tree branches outside her window. “Don’t you have to go change clothes or something?”
He stroked her hair back from her face and kissed her temple. “Yeah. Stay on the edge while I’m gone, ya hear.”
He felt just too darn good pressed to her back. She didn’t move, not even when he climbed from the bed. Behind her, his clothes rustled, his belt buckle chinked, and the chair groaned as he presumably sat to put on his shoes. God, how she missed hearing those sounds every morning.
“Good-bye, Max.”
He was gone before she focused on the word. Good-bye. Not see you later or I’ll call you. What did that mean? She hated good-bye. He hadn’t even kissed her one last time.
He’d have to come back. He promised her a fucking fantastic orgasm, and Witt was a man of his word. Besides, he was addicted. He’d admitted that.
But when addicts hit rock bottom, the only way back up was a twelve-step program and cold turkey off the drug of choice. Witt was the kind of man who would kick the habit with a vengeance when he set his mind to it. She wondered how far she’d have to push before he reached the bottom of his endurance.
Dammit, she had better things to think about. Make that easier problems to contemplate. Like what Cameron had suggested last night. She forced her mind away from Witt and what he might or might not mean. Business. It was time to get down to business.