Page 124 of Flipping the Script

His eyes widened with shock, but not fear, as I fit my hips between his thighs and rubbed our dicks together.

The slick slide of his length against mine, aided by our precum, was so hot, but having him at my mercy like this was everything.

He flexed his hands like he was gearing up to try and break free of my grip, but I dragged my cock over his again to distract him.

It worked.

He let out a strangled gasp and arched into me, letting his arms go limp. I shifted so I held both of his wrists with one hand and slid the other down his body.

“You know I can get out of this, right?” He arched one eyebrow, his confident leer back on his lips.

“I know.” Wrapping my hand around both our cocks, I squeezed. “But you won’t.”

“I won’t?” His teasing question was ruined by the way his eyes rolled back and his cheeks flushed pink in the firelight.

“Nope.” Rather than stroke us, I held tight and slid my cock through my fist, dragging it against his.

“You sure about that?” He fisted his hands, his arms tensing.

“Yup.” I held his wrists tighter and fucked my fist the way I wanted to fuck him. I had no doubt he could easily break free from my hold, but I loved that he wasn’t trying.

“And why’s that?” He spread his legs wider, allowing me to settle more firmly on him.

“Because you like it.” I couldn’t stop my smirk. “This is exactly how I said I’d take you that day.” Speeding up my hips, I pushed through my fist faster, using our precum as lube. “Spread you out and make you beg before I made you scream. Make sure you knewwhowas getting you off.”

His mouth fell open as he stared up at me.

“You look so hot like this.” I traced my gaze over his pleasure-slack face, then down his incredible body, pausing to drink in the sight of our dicks in my hand.

Deliberately, I let go of his shaft and ran my cockhead against it in slow, teasing glides.

He let out a little whimper of pleasure that made my balls tighten and my cock throb. “You like being under me, Bas?”

His breathing hitched and his pupils dilated.

“Yeah, you do.” Letting go of my dick, I ran my finger down the underside of his shaft until I found his piercing.

He moaned, the sound throaty and unrestrained.

“But I wouldn’t take you fast.” I let out a little chuckle to cover up how on edge I was. “Nope. I’d take my time getting you ready. You know why?”

“Why?” he rasped.

“Because watching you squirm is just as hot as watching you lose your shit.”

His eyes narrowed.

A genuine laugh bubbled up from my chest. “Glare at me all you want, but you can’t tell me you don’t feel the same.”

“Maybe,” he conceded, his voice breathy. “So, are you gonna rub off on me until you lose?”

“Nope.” Letting go of his wrists, I braced against the couch and shifted so my thighs caged his hips and I straddled him.

“Oh shit,” he muttered, not moving his arms from where I’d pinned them.

Reaching behind me, I gripped his cock and fit it between my cheeks. “I’m going to ride you until your eyes roll back and you come inside me.”

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