The evil look of need across his face morphs slowly into curiosity and then excitement. Biting his lip, he tilts his head in a dare. My eyes drop, making their way to my favorite part of Caleb, and my thighs clench, rubbing together at the sight.
Christ.
His cock is something else. And he is beautifully hard, a drop of precum at the tip. Connecting my eyes back on him, I lean forward and swipe my tongue over his tip and clean him off, moaning as I sit back and enjoy the way his curses grit between his teeth.
“Remember the rules?” He just grunts through his panting breath. Chuckling, I reach forward and grip him, deciding it’s finally time to play. I stop stalling, and in the next moment, my mouth is on him.
“Fuuuuck,” Caleb hisses. I suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and flicking my tongue at the underside of his tip. “So warm. So…fuck,so good.” I peek up at him through my lashes,his eyes pinched closed, his head tossed back against the head of the chair.Well that just won’t do.
I ease off him with a pop, my nails digging into his thighs. “Eyes on me,cariño.”
They snap open so fast, that I can’t help the way my smile falters at the intensity. I keep my eyes on him to ensure his fixation doesn’t wander as I pull him back into my mouth, taking him further and swallowing around him, humming a vibration that I know affects him.
“Rosie.” His warning is low, strained, and I grip him tighter, flicking my tongue and picking up the pace.
He growls my name again, and I hum in response, sitting up on my knees so I can take him deeper, one hand following my mouth, stroking him, the other alternating between dragging my nails over his thighs, up his chest, and delicately teasing his skin with soft touches.
I can feel his stomach tighten, his muscles start to constrict, and when I look up and see his eyes pinched again, I pop off him, my hand continuously stroking him. “I didn’t say you can come yet.”
“Fuck, Rosie. I’m going to break these binds.” His voice travels through my entire body and my need, myachefor him grows.
Deciding I’m going to break him, just that little bit more, I go back to toying with him. I go slower, more deliberate in my movements, being sure to hold his eye contact. And when I’m thoroughly convinced I have his full attention, I slowly drag my hand from clawing at his skin and caress my breasts, down my stomach, and when I reach between my legs, I softly moan while sucking him deeper.
“Fucking hell, Rosie. I’m going to come.”
I tsk around his cock and flick my eyes back up to him, being sure he reads my refusal to his statement.
I slip a finger inside me, just enough to gather the moisture and then withdraw to circle my clit, not putting on the moan that escapes me this time. Caleb seems to have had quite enough of playtime.
His leg reaches between my knees and kicks my hand away, causing me to drop him from my mouth and my hand from between my legs.
“That’s mine, Rosebud,” he growls.
“Say it,” I pant.
“You win. Get up here and fucking ride me.”
Oh thank God.
I scramble to my feet, grabbing the condom from the side table where I had placed it in preparation, and I waste no time ripping and rolling it on him. Using a hand on his shoulders for leverage, I grip and direct him to my entrance and in one movement slide down his cock.
“Fuck,”we both hiss at the same time.
“Rosie, I’m not going to last. So ride me, fuck me. Hard. Give all you’ve got.”
So I do. My legs are too short to reach the ground properly from here, so I hook my feet on his spread knees and rise up, slowly landing hard on him. My tits thrust out and he immediately latches on with his teeth, sucking before dropping me with a loud pop.
“Lips. Give me those plump fucking lips,” he demands, and I kiss him, fiercely. Our bodies are in tune with the other, our tongues dance like they’ve known each other forever, and my hips rotate and grind in his lap.
“So good,” I pant against his lips, I hear a rip and pull back to look into his eyes. There’s a menacing grin across his face, but I don’t slow my grinding, bouncing on him and taking everything I want from him. “You feel so good.” He nods in agreement, looking down at where we meet and then back to my eyes.
“I can feel you,” he whispers, deeply. “Fluttering. You’re going to come.” He smiles deeper, his eyes watching my whole face. “New stakes.”Of. Fucking. Course.Mr. Magic Penis has somehow gone and turned the tables on me. Here he is tied to a chair in my house on my terms, and yet I’m here, on his lap, taking his demands like the good little girl he wants me to be.And God, do I love being his good little girl.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Come when I tell you to.”
“Easy.” I almost laugh, but he tilts his hips just so, and when I land back down his length, my clit is rubbing against his skin and my laugh turns into a garbled moan.
