Page 33 of Just a Number

“We don’t have time for this.” I give one last attempt to defuse this situation, but my willpower is fading as fast as my arousal is growing.

He holds me in a hug and rolls us, so he’s lying on top of me. “What’s this?” He plucks at the neck of my robe. His eyes finally open, giving me a disgruntled look. “Did I say you could cover up?”

I laugh at his high-handedness. “No, sir.” I attempt to sound demure, but I don’t think I pull it off.

His cock grows even harder against my hip.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

He reaches down and kisses me. He’s too good at distracting me. I should have got fully dressed before I attempted to wake him.

He grabs my arms and pulls them up over my head. “Stay there,” he says with a growl that makes me wet. He wrestles the sheet out from between us and then loosens the belt of my robe. He pulls it open and my body heats as his gaze strokes all over me.

“We have to be careful of time,” I tell him, breathless already.

“How long have I got?”

“I dunno. Maybe thirty minutes to be safe?”

“Then you’ll be at my mercy for those thirty minutes. Got it?”

I think I like this bossy version of Alex, so different from last night when I’d felt more in charge, which was fun, and then the middle of the night, which was slow and easy. He’s kneeling between my sprawled legs and reaches a finger out to stroke my pussy.

“How many times do you think I can make you come in half an hour?”

“I don’t know.” I tilt my head to the side, pretending to think about it.

“If you guess right, maybe there’ll be a prize.” His tone is playful and light.

“Ummm, twice maybe?”

“I’m sure I can do better than that. How ‘bout we bet on it? If I make you come twice, you get to pick a reward. If I make you come more than twice, I pick the reward.”

“What kind of reward?” I’m breathless with eagerness. I think I’m going to enjoy this game.

“Winner's choice. For example, I could request that you cook my favourite breakfast. You could have me wash your car.”

That all seems reasonable. “Okay,” I nod in acceptance.

“Good girl.” He pins my wrists where they still rest above my head. “I want you to stay here in this position unless I tell you otherwise. Okay?”

I nod.

“Use your words, Melody. Let's make it explicitly clear.”

“Yes, okay.”

He keeps holding me in place for a while, bending closer to nibble on my bottom lip. I try to kiss him, but he pulls away with a smirk on his face.

“Hold on to the rails of the headboard so you don’t forget to keep still.”

“Okay.” I grab hold of them, wincing at the tightness in my shoulders from already having my hands above my head. I watch him, wide-eyed, wondering what he has planned for me.

I get no warning before he buries his mouth in my pussy, feasting on me. His tongue does wicked things and I gasp out his name, grateful for the headboard rails to keep me grounded in place.

I have to close my eyes as I sink into the delicious sensation. It’s never felt like this. I’m slick with wetness already, and I know that I’m going to come embarrassingly fast.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he mutters against my pussy. “Are you going to come all over my face, Mel?”

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