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“Then allyou have to say isno. Orstop. And I’ll know that you meanit.” He rolled the bottle a little and I clamped my thighstogether. Then he stood, went back to the chair, and said, “Fuckyourself with that.”

What?

“You’re thirsty. You wantwater. I’m telling you that you can have it… after you’ve fuckedyourself with that bottle.”

I could say no. I could tell him Iwasn’t into that. But he sat watching me, lazily stroking his bigcock, clearly wondering what I would do in this scenario, how far Iwould go.

If it had felt like he was trying totest me, to see what he could get me to do for his owngratification, I would have balked at it. But it didn’t seem likethat at all. The request came from a place of pure horniness and adesire to revel in it.

And that always made for the funnestkind of sex.

I picked up the bottle and examined it.I’d never heard of the brand, but the glass tapered into a teardropwith a cap atop the slender neck. I ran my thumb over the metalridges; nothing was sharp, nothing would snag me. I made deliberateeye contact with him and popped my mouth over the top of thebottle, then released it and ran my tongue around it.

“We’ll get to that,” hepromised with a grin.

I laughed and sat up, positioningmyself against the back of the couch and my feet at the edge of thecoffee table. I let my knees fall wide apart, so he could seeeverything. Then, I pressed the cap of the bottle against myopening and pushed it inside.

The glass was colder than I expected,and the perspiration eased its way. Not that I needed much help;the wetness of my pussy was audible as I withdrew the bottle again,sliding it in further, this time. The gradually sloping shape madeit a somewhat ineffective sex toy, but that wasn’t the point. Thenaughtiness of it was the point, and my performance was rewardedwith a hitch in the rise and fall of his chest as his hand sped upon his cock.

I fucked myself with thefrustratingly thin neck of the bottle, my vision narrowing withdesperate need as I watched his big fist rolling his foreskin backand forth. I thought I could imagine what he would feel like insideme. Probably as hard as the bottle but not cold. Hot, rigid,stretching me impossibly. I used the fingers of one hand to rub myclit in quick circles, moving my hips in time with the tempo set byhis hand. My toes curled. My feet cramped. I didn’t realize I’dbeen vocalizing a series of high, breathy pants until he said, “Ihope you’re not about to come.”

The interruption knocked my impendingorgasm back. I blinked at him, disbelieving. “Why shouldn’tI?”

“Because I told you not to,”he said, cheerfully teasing me. He rose and came to sit beside meon the couch, reaching over my thigh to retrieve the bottle thatwas still inside me. He lifted it up and my cheeks burned withuncharacteristic embarrassment at the sight of the milky-whitefluid streaking the glass. Somehow, that’s what made it seem likeI’d gone too far. Like I’d revealed too much of myself, toofast.

He held my gaze as heswiped his tongue across the glass, his mouth bent in a wickedsmile. Then he unscrewed the top of the bottle and handed it to me.“You were thirsty, right?”

I brought the bottle to my lips anddrank deeply, grateful for the water and for the moment tothink.

I may have gotten in over my head withMatthew Ashe. And I was going to go so much deeper.

CHAPTER FIVE

(Matthew)

As I watched the womanbeside me, I couldn’t believe my luck. She was every bit asfearless at sex as she allegedly was at the rest of her life; Iwould never think stories about her were exaggerated again. Freespirit wasn’t enough to describe her. She was… free. Free with herbody and her desires as anyone I’d ever met before. Freer than evenme, maybe.

She offered me the water, and I wavedit away, so she placed it on the table. Next to the box of thecondoms that sat there begging me to put one on and get into herimpossibly wet cunt as fast as I could.

But there was no reason to rush. As faras I knew, this would only be happening tonight.

“I have a theory. About whyyou won’t let me come.” She squeezed her thighs together, perhapsunconsciously.

“I’d love to hear it.” Iwatched with amusement as she walked her fingertips up my thigh,closer and closer to my straining dick.

“I think you’re making mewait because you know that once you get inside me, you’re not goingto last long.” She rose up on her knees on the cushion and took myhand, guiding it between her legs. I humored her and slid twofingers inside her, and she sighed in relief before continuing.“Feel that?” She squeezed down on my fingers, hard. “Think aboutall of that. All around you.”

Her hand encircled my cock, and shetightened her grip in flutters that mimicked what she was doing tomy hand. “You don’t have a prayer. Seven strokes, max.”

I moved fast, knocking herback on the couch and covering her. She whooped with shockedlaughter, and I used that opportunity to put those fingers that hadoccupied her pussy into her mouth. Gazing into her impossibly blueeyes while she sucked her own essence from my fingers was almostenough to make me tap out atzerostrokes. My cock lay against her vulva, the wetheat begging me to let go, even if I wasn’t inside her.

I reached between us and positioned mybare cock head against her clit, knowing I was, if not fullybreaking my own rule, at least bending it by coating myself in herjuices. At the moment, I couldn’t have cared less. I ground myselfagainst her, sliding the full length of my shaft across her clit,then back again.

“Turnabout is fair play,” Iwhispered against her neck, pausing to nibble at her throat. “Thinkabout all of that. Inside you. Every last inch filling you. Sevenstrokes, max? I think you’ll come the moment I stretch you open.”And to make my point clearer, I let my cock slip down, the headresting right at the entrance to her pussy.

I lifted my head to meet her eyes. Herpulse was visible in her pupils. We both knew we’d come to adangerous moment, and that we should step back. Because at thatvery second, I knew both of us were about to throw all precautionto the wind.

I sat back on my knees. “But no. Mystaying power is not what’s making me torment you.”

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