Adrian grabs my chin to force me to look up at him right as I reach for his cock.
“I have one rule about oral. I don’t want head if I didn’t shower before, okay?” My confused expression makes him smile. “I don’t like the thought of tasting bad for you,” he explains, and my eyes go wide.
“Oh okay,” I say, watching him grab my chin and leaning down to press a swift, gentle kiss to my lips.
I take the condoms from his hand and carefully slide one down his cock before standing up again and pushing him backward, guiding him to sit in the chair I was in earlier.
“Bra,” he commands, and my fingers slip onto my back to undo the clasp, letting the material drop from my breast and exposing my hard nipples. “Fucking perfection,” he says and leans back in the chair, staring at me like he truly believes those words. “Come use me, Nevaeh,” he says and pats his thigh, sending a thrill through me.
I admire his body, the way his fireproofs are barely lifted enough to expose his lower stomach. The way his racing suit still hugs his legs, but his cock is out and ready for me to play with.
Fuck, he’s so hot.
“I have to warn you. I will do anything to win that bet,” I mumble as I get on my knees andcrawltoward him.
Desire spreads all over his face, making him shift in his seat as he watches me closely. He strokes his cock, probably desperate for a release, and I watch his movements with fascination. Adrian’s groan fills the room and my ears until my body aches with the need to replace his hand with mine. To stroke it along his cock and guide it toward my clit to play with it.
When I’m in front of him, I place my hands on the armrests, keeping eye contact while I move on top of him, my pussy hovering over his cock. Adrian’s smirk is easy and sexy as he waits for me to do or say whatever I want.
“As soon as I’m inside of you, start the timer. You won’t win,” he teases, but he just shot himself in the foot with that wording.
“If I can, I get a photo shoot where you have to do and wear as I say,” I offer, and he chuckles.
“Okay, fine. If I can last longer, you have to wear a remote-controlled vibrator on a race weekend of my choosing,” he counters, making my lips part in surprise. At the same time, excitement accompanies the surprise.
Why do I like the idea of that?
“Deal,” I say and hold out my hand for him to shake.
Adrian does but then guides my hand under his shirt and onto his abs. I lean forward, my lips barely brushing his before they move to his neck, finding his soft spot and sucking on it. A deep moan leaves him, making me smile as my kiss moves to his earlobe where I nibble on the skin.
“Neveah, fuck, you can’t do that. Don’t cheat,” he complains, but I keep trailing kisses from his ear to his neck and then slide down to lift his shirt and lick down his stomach. “Shit,” he moans when I wrap my hand around his cock, rubbing the head with my thumb.
“You said the time starts when you’re inside of me. You said nothing about me touching you before,” I explain, but I doubt he hears me over his low groan.
More moans leave him as I slip my hand between my legs, dipping my fingers inside of me to coat them with my arousal. I start sliding my hand all the way down and then back up his cock, his eyes glued to where I’m stroking him.
“Please, I need to be inside of you,” he begs, his palms moving to each side of my face before his thumb slides over my bottom lip. “And I need your mouth on mine.” He guides me up until I’m standing only to pull me in by my hips, bringing me back on top of him. My legs straddle his, his cock close to my entrance again. “No more teasing,” he says, but I’m not done yet. My hand reaches for his cock again so I can slide it over my clit, making me gasp from pleasure. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last if you do that,” he says, so I keep going, feeling him tense under me.
“Are you already struggling?” I ask with a teasing tone, and he grabs my hips once more to stop my movements.
“I started struggling the moment I set my eyes on you,” he replies, aligning my entrance with the head of his penis. “Now, please, I’m begging, I need your walls wrapped around me,” he pleads, and I instantly sink down on his cock, desperate to feel him too.
We gasp when he’s completely inside of me, but he guides my head down to kiss me, swallowing my moan. It momentarily distracts me from moving, which is probably why he’s doing it.
I lean back to start bouncing up and down on him.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he says, and I cover his mouth so he stays quiet. He chuckles against my hand, his fingers lifting to play with my tits
I sink down hard and lift fast before rolling my hips back and forth to rub my clit against his pelvis, switching back to bouncing a moment later. His moans vibrate against my hand, encouraging me to keep going. Pleasure consumes me, takes over until my brain barely remembers the deal. I want to make this last forever. But I’m also competitive and like to win.
When he’s completely inside of me again, I tighten my walls around his dick, making him grab my hips and dig his fingers into the soft skin there.
I bring my lips to his earlobe and let out an “hmmmm” that makes him tense even more. “I’m yours, Adrian, and so is this pussy. All yours. Come for me.”
He shakes his head, so I start switching between bouncing and tightening around him, my mouth close to his ear so he can hear my moans loud and clear.
“God, you feel so good, Adrian. You make me feel incredible,” I say because I can tell from the way he grips the armchair, my words are getting him closer to his orgasm. I guide his hands to my breasts, which he squeezes again with a groan.
