“I know what you like, Macie. Don’t tell me what to do.”
The smart ass knew what I was up to. He was trying to stay a step ahead of me. I pulled the strap of my camisole down and exposed my right breast. Heat flashed in his eyes as he took in what I was showing him. My nipple was peaked and wanted attention. And attention is what he started to give it. Dodger took my nipple in his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue then tugging slightly. My hands dove into his hair and my head fell back. He was holding me around my lower back, as I tried to arch into him. A low “mmm” came from my throat, as I tried to verbally commend him. It was all that would come out.
While his greedy mouth was attached to me, his other hand came up and pulled the other breast out of my top. His fingers flicked across the tight peak and my knees nearly gave out. He looked up at me and released me so that I could sit down. As he stood in front of me, Dodger grasped the edge of my panties and took them off, flinging them somewhere behind him. God, I wanted him undressed. I made eye contact with him and he knew. He shook his head no and I growled.
“You, Macie. I’m taking care of you.”
“Yeah?” I reached forward and took a handful of the bulge in his pants. “And I would like to do the same. So quit being so stubborn.”
“No,” he stated firmly.
“I’m going to get what I want.”
“Spread your legs.”
I did so without question. My body was being commanded and I responded like he held the controller.
“Tell me how wet you are.”
The rotten bastard was going to tease. “I’m very wet, Dodger.”
“Show me. Touch yourself.”
Taking my right index finger, I touched the lips that my clit hid behind. I pushed downward, giving myself pleasure at the same time. I desperately wanted to continue, and let him watch. Instead, I lifted my finger and held it in the air.
“Soaking.”
I brought the wetness to my mouth and my tongue touched my finger tip.
“No.”
I smiled. “No what?”
He grabbed my wrist to stop my motion. “You’re not the one tasting you. If anyone does, it’s me. And I want every drop to belong to me. Is it mine?”
“Do you want it to be yours?”
The light from the hallway made it so I could see my wetness glistening. His eyes were impossibly dark. His jaw worked as he swallowed and forced down his own need. I knew if his pants came off, he’d take no time fucking me. I wanted him to. I wanted him to stand me on the side of the bed and bend me over. I wanted to feel him gripping my hips as he drove into me. I wanted to grasp the bedding because he was pushing me forward. I need to look over and see him in the mirror as he watched with me what he was doing to me. Instead he held on to his control by a hair.
“Answer the fucking question, Macie.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He cupped my sex, but didn’t touch my throbbing clit. He brought his mouth to my ear. “Yes, what?”
I started shaking in anticipation. Words wanted to form, but my voice betrayed me. I bit the inside of my cheek and brought my hips forward. I was demanding that he slide his fingers between the folds and give me pleasure.
He pulled back ever so slightly. “Give me what I want, or I walk out of this room right now.”
My tightly shut eyes flew open and I glared at him. “Yes, it’s yours. Every mother fucking drop is yours. You do this to me. You make me wet. I crave every part of you. I want anything you’ll give me. And I swear to God. if you don’t give me what you’re making me beg for, you will regret it for the rest of your long sorry life, Dodger Brooks.”
He grinned. “Music to my ears, Beautiful.”
With that, his long finger dipped inside of me and I cried out. He brought it in and out, coating himself with the slickness. Stopping the brutal pattern, he swirled the tip of his finger around my clit. I shook with such fierceness that I couldn’t hold back the orgasm that slammed into me. My nails bit into his arms and I held on as a wave of ecstasy bowled over me. He flicked his finger back and forth, over and over, causing my pleasure to extend. I shook my head back and forth.
“Dodger.”
Using two fingers this time, he pushed inside of me. As he pulled them out, he curled them upwards, brushing against that sweet spot inside. Oh Jesus, he was going make it happen again. Instead of fucking me with his fingers, he kept them deep inside of my pussy and he let those two fingers do all of the work.
“I want to feel your pussy pulsating.”
I nodded. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
He wiggled his fingers, causing that area to swell. I felt like I was going to pee everywhere, but I knew better. He was building up my orgasm before he’d draw it out of me. He pressed on my G-spot, then stopped, then he’d do it again like a brutal assault. It was growing like a wave starting way off shore. It built, my body was on a high. When his mouth latched on to my nipple, I lost all control. Blackness rolled across my eyes, and I was hardly aware of my surroundings. Just as the orgasm crested and I quaked, Dodger brought his fingers in and out of my opening in fast succession. Never in the time that I’d been with him before now, had he controlled me so thoroughly. He brought me over the edge of pure gratification, and he slowly brought me back down as the tremors rocked my body.
Gently, he kissed my lips. “You okay?”
I grunted.
“Can you speak?”
“Shhh. I can’t breathe think.”
He hovered over the top of me. “What?”
Waving my very limp arm around, I tried to repeat myself, knowing that last sentence didn’t come out right.
“I can’t breathe or think.”
“Oh.” He grinned proudly.
How did I get on my back, I wondered? I didn’t remember laying back. He must’ve done it while I was in the throes of passion. I popped an eye open and looked at him. He had his chest puffed out, but I noticed his cock was still straining in his pants. Honestly after all of that, how could he deny my reciprocating what he’d done to me? No way would he be able too. Wiggling my toes, I tested the movement of my legs. Nope, not numb. Pretty sure I could roll over and get on my knees. If I just straddled him, he would never toss a pregnant girl off his lap. Yes, this was the plan, and it would work.
“Are you plotting over there?” he asked.
I sat up, and swung my leg over his. “Nope. Not at all.”
His hands gripped my hips, holding them in place, as I purposefully rubbed myself against his length. I probably shouldn’t have because I was still sensitive.
“You are persistent.”
I raised a brow. “Would you expect anything less?”
“With you? No.”
I gave one head nod and began unzipping his pants. Shockingly he didn’t fight me. I was just about to pull his trapped cock from his briefs when his cell phone rang. I paused, then tried to continue.
“Wait, wait, wait. Not good timing, but I need to see who it is.”
“They can leave a message.”