“Because you knew you wouldn’t be wearing it long?” I bite my tongue to mask the smirk in my voice.I hope that didn’t scare him off.
“Because I knew I wouldn’t be staying.” He turns toward me and holds out his hand, a blank stare painted on his face. Too blank. Like he’s tryingreallyhard to mask his expression.
Instead of giving him the briefs, I bring them to my face and inhale, noting how that makes him hold his breath like he did in the hallway at the restaurant. “These say otherwise.” I float him a wink.
His lips part on a shaky inhale.
“A pair of underwear that smell like me are hardly evidence that I want you.” He dismisses my taunt as he crosses his arms in front of his chest, which makes his biceps bulge as the half shirt rides a few inches higher. My eyes yearn to dip lower, to drink in those rippled abs I want to map with my tongue, which my little devil must sense since he arches a brow, daring me to keep my eyes on his. I have to bite the inside of my lip, but my gaze doesn't wander.
“There are other ways to settle this debate, if you don’t believe me.” I inhale his scent again, and I swear his eyelids flutter before the mask goes back into place.
“How?” There’s a raspy quality to his voice that makes my cock want to get in on the banter. Of course, that could also be due to the fact that I don’t usually have to work this hard to get someone in my bed, and I’m finding this challenge highly erotic.
“Let me touch you.” I take a step forward, and he takes one back, over and over again, until his back hits the wall, and I frame him between my arms, just like I did at the restaurant.Why is this little dance so satisfying?
“There’s no one here. Not a single soul to see or interrupt us.” I run my nose along his smooth jaw, smiling to myself when I hear his breathing hitch. My dick swells with desire. “Please, let me touch you.”
It's quiet for a beat, and I lose myself in the depths of his coffee brown eyes before he opens that lush little mouth to speak. “Why do you want this so bad?”
If only I could answer that.
Absent a good response, I close the gap between our bodies, pressing my chest against his. “Why do you fight it so much?” I kiss the spot where his neck meets his shoulders, feeling him shiver beneath my lips. My cock presses painfully against the zipper of my jeans.
“I don’t like the way you make me feel.” He presses his lips together as if that’s his final word, but the way his pulse beats in his neck says otherwise.
“That’s unfortunate, because I love the way you make me feel.” I rock forward, testing a theory, and feel his full, engorged length against mine. I’m rewarded when those pretty lips part on a sharp inhale, and he has to brace his fingers against my hips to stay upright. His tongue darts out to lick across his upper lip, and I'm gone.
Using both hands, I pull his off me and pin them above his head, causing his shirt to rise and his skirt to slip as his torso stretches.Holding him in place with my left hand, I use my right to trace a path down the center of his abdomen with my fingertip, watching the goosebumps rise to the surface as I go. He sucks in a deep breath and blinks at me from under hooded eyes, staying utterly still under my caress.
“These are what made me follow you,” I whisper as I drag my finger from side to side. “Well, the skirt was part of it, but these abs are what made me want to put my mouth on you. So fucking smooth, so hard.” I find the clasp on his skirt and give it a gentle tug. He doesn’t object, so I undo it all the way, and the garment falls away, pooling on the floor.
I barely have a chance to take him in, naked from the waist down and flush against the wall, before he rocks his hips forward in an attempt to introduce his cock to mine despite the denim barrier between us. “Patience,” I hiss, reaching around to give his ass a quick but firm little smack. It wasn’t meant to arouse him, but the heady moan he gives in return borders on hedonistic, making my dick lurch painfully in my pants.
“Oh fuck,” I groan in his ear. “You liked that, didn't you, little devil?”
"Mmm." He rocks his hips in response, so I give him another quick smack, soft enough not to color his skin but firm enough to sting just a bit. Then I wrap my hand around his shaft.
Based on my own experience, I know how good that should feel for him, and given the long, low groan that rumbles up his throat, it does. But I’m just as enamored by how it feels forme.
My little devil fills my hand, hot and hard and slightly thicker than I am, although his length feels similar to mine. I have a sudden urge to line them up, to see what we look like together, but before I can reach for my fly my little devil thrusts his hips as if trying to fuck my fist.
Gorgeous and naughty. I’m in heaven. Literal. Fucking. Heaven.
Biting back a moan of my own, I oblige his silent plea and give him a slow but firm tug, just how I imagine he’d stroke me if our roles were reversed. His eyelids flutter with a sexy little grunt, so I do it again. And again, loving how each pull seems to make him harder.
Despite having zero experience with giving a hand job, outside what I do to myself of course, I seem to be driving him wild if his heaving chest is any indication, and there’s a part of me that wants to see how wild he can get if I handle him fast and hard. But an even bigger part of me wants to take my time, to push him to the brink with thorough ministrations rather than speed. So, using more restraint than I thought I possessed, I let go of his cock and move my hand to his balls, rolling them leisurely around my palm.
“That’s nice, but it won’t get me to the finish,” he scoffs on a ragged breath.
“That’s the idea.”
“I thought the idea was to get off.”
“And you will—” I give his sac a gentle squeeze “—after I’ve had my fun.”
“I should’ve known the underwear thief is a sadist,” he mutters under his breath, only to inhale sharply as I give his nuts a tug before fisting his shaft.
“Is that any way to talk to the man holding your dick?” I give him a wicked grin as I pump it once, firmly, and feel him rock forward on his toes to chase my hand.
