Page 69 of Control

I’d been given permission to watch and touch, but that one movement forced my hands to ball into fists as my head dropped back. I remained like that for the first few beats as Alana moved her mouth over my length and worked herself into a rhythm.

But then I decided I needed to get in on the action, and that involved paying attention to what she was doing and getting my hands on her.

So, that’s what I did.

My gaze fell upon her face, watching as those gorgeous lips were wrapped around me and taking me into her mouth. It was a good thing I’d gotten her to agree to having me touch her, because keeping my hands off her was going to be impossible.

My hand went to her ass and squeezed before my fingers drifted toward her pussy. Her mouth still taking me in deep, I pressed my fingers flat against her.

And the second I began to play between her legs, she let out a moan and tilted her ass higher to give me better access. If I wasn’t so caught up in the feel of her warm, wet mouth on my dick, I might have laughed. Alana claimed she wanted me to do nothing, but her actions and reactions when we were in the heat of the moment always told a different story.

But since I’d given her my word—for the second time—I was going to hold back and resist the urge to give into that temptation. I was going to let her do this, and I was going to enjoy every second of it.

There wasn’t a thing about it not to enjoy, either. Alana was skilled. More than that, she was eager and willing and ready to please.

“Is it good?” she asked, looking up at me with her pretty pink lips just millimeters away from the tip. That alone was enough to have me clenching my jaw, but the look in her eyes sent me over the edge.

“You’re incredible,” I told her.

She licked her lips, her tongue just barely brushing up against me. “Do you want more of my mouth? Or do you want something else?”

My cock jerked. “I thought you were the one in charge. I didn’t realize I’d have a choice.”

Alana stroked, pumping her fist once before parting her lips and taking me in deep again. She hollowed her cheeks as she pulled back, and after she released me from the confines of her mouth, she said, “I’m in charge of delivering you pleasure, Ty. That doesn’t mean you can’t tell me what you want, does it? If I asked you to put your mouth between my legs or to fuck me harder, are you telling me you wouldn’t go all out to give me exactly what I asked for?”

She had a point.

And the images that popped into my head at what I could have been doing to her flashed in my mind. My fingers got creative between her legs, moving through the wetness and circling her clit.

Alana stroked again. “Focus on me, Ty, not on what you’re seeing in your head.”

I blinked my eyes and focused on her.

“What do you want?” Her voice was strained, like it was taking every ounce of restraint for her to not rear back on my fingers and seek out her own pleasure.

While I knew she’d have no problem giving me everything right now, I couldn’t take that without making sure she had the same. “Your mouth is unbelievable, baby. But there’s nothing like being inside you and feeling you come just before I do the same.”

A shiver ran down her spine, and the corners of her mouth tipped up in a smile. “Well, with my foot, I guess it’s time to get creative. How do you feel about that?”

My mind drifted back to the time I sat with her in the cookie shop, and she’d asked what she was going to do with me. I recalled thinking she could do anything she wanted. It was time I followed through on that.

“I’m up for anything you want.”

She bit her lip and urged me to get a condom on. As soon as I’d done that, Alana was in my lap, her back pressed against my chest. She wasted no time reaching down and positioning me before sinking down.

My hands gripped her hips tightly, and a groan tore up my throat. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I whispered in her ear.

She twisted her neck, her mouth seeking mine. As we kissed and she squirmed in my lap, circling her hips and grinding down on me, my hands left her sides. One traveled up to her breasts, the other dipping down between her legs.

I continued to kiss her, swallowing her moans, as each one crawled up her throat. My hands never left her body, touching and teasing, and Alana did exactly what she promised she’d do. She delivered pleasure, and the way she did it had me ready to kick myself.

This had been her plan since before we’d had dinner, and I had stopped it, because I hadn’t been able to control myself and hold back.

Now, I could clearly see it wasn’t always necessary to take the lead. Because Alana was in my lap, riding my cock, and she wasn’t slowing down.

Her head rolled back, landing on my shoulder. “Oh, Ty. Oh, God.”

And there it was.

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