Page 138 of Falling

He keeps his eyes on me as I make myself comfortable on his bed, sliding down my panties as he kneels over me, haphazardly throwing away his sweats. I press the button on the vibrator, and it whirrs to life.

He swallows and I try not to laugh at the pure shock on his face. This is going to be a fun night.

MILES

I must be a masochist, because there is no way I’m about to watch Wren masturbate knowing I can’t touch her.

I stare at her pussy, and it’s so fucking wet, so ready, and I can’t even be the one to touch her.

I close my eyes and groan. “Are you trying to kill me?”

She tries and fails to hold in a laugh. “You said you have more self-control than me, right?” I nod. “Well, this is a test of that. Whoever asks to touch the other person first loses. And if you come before I say you can, you lose.”

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. “So there’s really no way for me to win. Perfect.”

“There is,” she says, lifting the oversized jersey to her stomach so I get a much better view of her pussy. I suppress another groan when she brings to toy to her mouth, wrapping those perfect lips around it before pushing the head against her clit.Fuck me.“All you have to do is listen, Miles. Do you think you can do that?”

I nod, but my gaze is still fixed on her pussy. I’m fucking mesmerized. Entranced. She could tell me to jump off a fucking cliff right now and I’d do it.

“Take off your boxers and touch yourself,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. I do as she says, shuffling closer to her with my cock in my hand. It’s hard and so fucking ready for whatever it is we’re about to do. “I knew you’d be a good boy if I told you what to do.”

I don’t know what it is about the way she’s completely taken control of the situation that messes me up inside, but it’s enchanting. I’m almost spellbound as I watch her, listen to her, and do everything she tells me to.

She moves the vibrator through her slit slowly, watching as I pump myself at the same speed. I watch as she slowly eases the toy into her tight pussy, keeping her eyes locked with mine. She slides it in inch by torturous inch, and I have to slow down the pumps of my shaft. Her chest starts heaving, her thighs shaking as the vibrator moves inside her. My gaze is fixed on her face, watching the way her expression transforms into pure bliss. If I’m not careful, I’m going to blow before the show has even started.

“So perfect,” I murmur, stroking myself slowly as she whimpers. “So fucking perfect for me.”

She keeps one hand on the base of the toy and the other trails under the jersey, lifting it up enough until she covers one of her breasts, teasing her nipple. I want to touch her just as badly as I want to watch. It’s maddening. Her back arches, and she starts moving the toy in and out of her, the slick sounds making my eyes roll back.

“Miles,” she moans. My head spins and I can’t help but think how good it would feel if I was inside her instead. How I would touch her, tease her, make her feel good. I pump myself faster, applying more pressure as she picks up the speed with the vibrator. “I need?—”

“What do you need, princess?” I ask, my voice gruff. She only moans in response, her fingers still playing with her nipple. “Do you want me to touch you?”

Wren shakes her head violently. “No. No. Just keep doing that. Keep looking at me.” She reaches down to play with her clit instead. Jesus. The way she knows exactly what she wants and how to get it is a whole other turn on. I let out a tortured groan, shutting my eyes and dropping my head back as my pace increases. “Eyes on me, Miles.”

“So fucking hot,” I murmur, my eyes raking over her entire body. “Look at you, wearing my jersey, fucking yourself and letting me watch.”

“God, Miles,” she cries out, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Are you pretending it’s me fucking you instead of that toy, princess?”

“Yes.”

The sound of the vibrator kicks up like she turned up the speed by accident and it’s clear she’s losing control. I know her. I know how badly she hates losing even though she suggested this littlegame. I’m close, too, and I’ll probably come before she says I can. I’m trying my hardest to keep it together, but she keeps letting out this little moans and gasps like her self-control might snap any second.

“Oh, fuck,” she mutters, her voice shaking. We’ve gotten closer now, my knees on both side of her legs. All I would have to do is kneel a little, move that vibrator slightly out of the way and fill her with my cock. But I don’t. She surprises me by saying, “You can come now.” She’s panting, chest heaving as she plunges the toy in and out of her needy pussy. “Please.”

I swallow. “You sure you don't want me to hold on a bit longer?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

I smirk. “It seems like you’re losing, Wren.”

“I don't care.”

I look at our position again, and my eyes soften as I meet her desperate gaze. “You know that if I come right now it’s going to go on you, right?”

She snorts. “It’s almost like that’s the whole point.”

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