Page 79 of Pick Me

His eyes widened. “At all?”

I shook my head and moved my hand up and down his dick to relieve a little of the tension I knew was whirring through his veins.

“Nope. I want to have complete control of your orgasm. That means no touching, no talking.”

Using my free hand, I pushed his chest so he fell onto the bed. “And no moving.”

“Woof woof” was all he said, but it was enough to make me laugh.

“Sit back and enjoy the ride.”

He nodded, probably too afraid to speak, then grabbed a pillow, tucked it under his head, and watched me with interest.

Pushing my hair to one side, I got back to work with Jackson’s cock.

It was long, but not too long that it was intimidating. Wide enough I knew I’d feel it inside, and reactive. So reactive. Every lick and suck, he twitched, and I loved it.

“Shit, Pyro, I’m com—” I pulled away as the words came out of his mouth, removing my hand and mouth, and hoping I wasn’t too late.

His hips chased my touch, his eyes burning with fury as he assessed what just happened.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Because I told you no talking.”

His shoulders slumped, and I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Ilovedthat his pleasure was being dictated by me.

“I’m sorry, it was a reflex.”

“It’s okay,” I said before pushing off my knees and standing.

Jackson masked his frown. He had nothing to worry about. I would get back to him in a second. I just wanted to make it last longer.

Walking around his room, I kicked past the clothes on the floor.

“I would have cleaned up if I’d have known you were coming.”

“Weren’t you waiting for me after you ate me out on the counter?”

“Yeees, but did I think you were actually going to follow me and attempt to return the favor? No.”

When he wrapped his hand around his cock, I tutted, folding my arms. “Didn’t I just say no touching?”

“I thought you meant you?” He continued to jerk himself off, watching me as he did it. “There’s nothing wrong with touching myself if it’s over you, right?”

“Remove your hand, and I’ll remove my shirt.”

He moved fast.

“Good boy,” I said, and his facial expression changed with the praise.

I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing the fabric across the room. Normally, I’d hunch my shoulders and hide myself, but Jackson made me feel beautiful.

He licked his lips as I pushed my shoulders back, showing off my bright-yellow bra.

“Yellow, Pyro? Is that why you were so insistent on my bed sheets?”

I glanced down at the lace and bit my bottom lip. “What can I say, it’s one of my favorite colors.”

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