Page 20 of Bitter When He Begs

And fuck, I’m gone.

I kiss him hard, dragging my tongue against his, teasing, coaxing,taking.Sage shudders, his hips rocking forward, and I groan again, gripping his waist tighter, my entire body thrumming with need.

When I finally break away, he’s dazed. His glasses are steamed up, lips are swollen, his breathing is ragged, and his hands are still clutching my tank.

“Look at you,” I breathe, my voice thick with amusement and need. “All worked up and shaking for me.”

Sage makes a strangled noise, his breath catching when I roll my hips up, grinding against him just enough to make his entire body shudder. He grips my tank tighter, his fingers twisting in the fabric, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he presses closer, like he’s trying to crawl inside me, trying to take more, to feel more.

And fuck, what that does to me.

I move again, grinding my cock up against his just enough to tease, just enough to get him right there, but not enough to push him over the edge.

“You feel that?” I murmur, my lips brushing against his ear. “Feel how fucking hard I am for you?”

I drag my mouth down, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, my breath hot against his skin. Sage shivers, trying so fucking hard not to react.

“You’re shaking, little toy,” I groan. “You trying to pretend this isn’t getting to you?”

“Fuck you,” he breathes, but it’s weak, barely a whisper.

“You’re already trying to do that, Sunshine,” I rasp, letting my hand slide down to his waist, pressing him down harder onto my lap.

Sage lets out a choked noise, his fingers twitching against my chest, his body betraying him in real time. I grip his waist tighter and grind up against him, slow, teasing, dragging it out just to torment him.

“Shut up,” he hisses, but he rocks forward again, chasing the friction despite himself.

I chuckle, kissing the spot just below his ear, my fingers digging into his hips as I move against him again.

“Nah, I don’t think I will,” I tease. “Not when you’re humping my lap like you need it.”

His whole body jerks, his breath stuttering as his hips buck against me. His nails dig into my chest, his thighs trembling where they straddle mine.

“Luca,” he chokes, his voice breaking, his head tilting back as his hips snap forward, desperate now.

“That’s right,” I purr, biting his jaw before grinding up into him again, slow and devastating. “It’s me, baby. I’m the one doing this to you. I own this cock.”

His entire body tenses again, his fingers clenching in my shirt, his breathing turning ragged and erratic. “F-fuck—”

I smirk, grinding against him one last time, feeling the way he snaps, his whole body shuddering as he comes in his sweats, making the sluttiest little noise I’ve ever fucking heard.

He stills, body slumping against me and his forehead pressing into my neck as he pants, trembling from the aftershocks.

Ruined. Weak for me. Fuckingmine.

I chuckle low in my throat, tilting my head to murmur against his ear. “Look at you,” I taunt, my hand sliding up to grip the back of his neck. “So fucking easy. Came in your sweats from just a little grinding like a desperate little whore.”

Sage whimpers again, and I know I’ve won.

“You should see yourself right now,” I continue, my voice taunting. “All messy on my lap, and still shaking. I should make you thank me for getting you off like that.”

He groans, hiding his face in my neck again, and I grin, dragging my fingers through his hair before gripping it just tight enough and pulling him back to make him look at me.

“What do you say, baby?” I hum, smirking. “Say ‘thank you, Luca, for letting me be your pathetic little toy.’”

He glares, but it’s weak, his lips still red and swollen, his cheeks still flushed.

He doesn’t say it. Of course he doesn’t. His mouth opens like he might, but what comes out is a shaky breath and a look that’s so ruined it punches heat straight to my cock. His pride is still trying to claw its way to the surface, still desperate to keep up the act. But it’s useless.

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