I couldn’t give her everything. But what I could give her, she wouldn’t have to ask for; they were already hers.
“I need you, J. Just... need you to want me as much as you want him. And I know you do.”
Her lips parted, but no words came out. I didn’t wait for her answer. Instead, I lifted her onto the counter, her legs parting instinctively to make room for me. My hands slid over her thighs, my fingertips tracing the soft skin there, and she shivered.
“You’re mine,” I whispered. I dropped to my knees, brushing my lips against her thigh, then biting into the meaty flesh. I felt her breath hitch, saw her fingers curl into the edge of the counter like she needed something to hold on to. I let my hands and lips do all the talking, I let everything else—the secrets, the fears, the doubts—fade to black.
twenty seven-Jordin
“Stop moving,” I snapped, tightening my grip around his dick as he tried to stroke upward.
“I didn’t say you could,” I added, and smiled, because this was the kind of thing he liked. This game. Thisgive me your body and I’ll give you the illusion of controlthing. Some nights he played God. But tonight he was a man—a man with his dick twitching in my palm, leaking like he owed me.
I owned him.
He groaned.
I tightened my grip, dragging my fist up his shaft—slow and teasing. Precum spilled from the tip like lava, warm and sticky against my palm. His cock twitched in my hand, thick and so damn hard, the skin flushed and veiny.
“Don’t cum.” My voice was calm. Cruel. I met his gaze and held it. “You’re not allowed to cum without my permission.”
“Please, baby. Why not?” His voice cracked—rough and desperate, his body strung tight like a bow.
My pussy clenched. I was soaked, slick like something spilled. I could feel the mess I’d made on my thighs. I wanted to bottle it, smear it on his chest, write something obscene in it.
“Because I said so,” I murmured, tilting my head slightly, taunting him. “And you’re a good boy, right?”
His lips twitched. “Yes, ma’am.”
I grinned. Because Ciarán—the walking thunderstorm—was now reduced to trembles under my control. His jaw clenched, his hands fisted in the sheets like they were the only things keeping him from breaking every rule.
I rewarded him with a firmer stroke, squeezing just enough to make him groan from deep in his chest. The sound shot straight through me.
“See how good this feels?” I whispered, brushing my lips along the shell of his ear. “You’re going to stay right here, in this space—teetering, holding back—because I told you to.”
His jaw clenched harder. His entire body trembled. “You’re killing me, Jordin.”
I smiled darkly. “You’ll survive.”
I leaned back and guided him to my entrance, letting the head of his dick nudge against my slick folds. I was drenched—hot and tight and already pulsing with need. Just teasing myself with him made me gasp.
“You like that?” I asked, my voice low, soaked in filth.
He bucked forward without thinking, trying to push deeper.
I rose up immediately. “Don’t test me, Ciarán,” I warned. “Stay still, or I’ll leave you like this.”
He groaned in agony. “Yes, baby. Please don’t.”
I took my time, dragging his tip along my pussy, letting him feel the wetness. Then I slowly slid down—just enough to fuck the head—while I stroked the rest of his shaft with my hand. His breath hitched. His forearms flexed, veins bulging as he gripped the sheets with white knuckles.
“You’re doing so good for me,” I purred, voice softer now but still commanding. “You want this pussy, don’t you? You want me to strangle your dick?”
“Yes,” he growled, like it hurt to speak. “Please.”
I felt drunk off the power, gone off the way he looked—sweat forming at his hairline, pupils blown wide, lips parted, chest heaving.
“Since you asked so nicely…” I whispered, “you can have it. But don’t touch me.”
