Page 86 of Lockout

“What the fuck?” he growled. “No backing out now, Baby Girl.”

“But your leg,” I insisted.

He looked down at the thigh that was still healing. “Guess you’re going to have to take the lead then, won’t you?”

He all but purred the words at me, making my smile grow. “Yeah?”

Lock laid down next to me on the bed, then looked over at me and arched a brow. “Well?”

Scrambling up, I straddled his hips, my knees on the bed next to him, then leaned in. “You ready?”

He groaned as I shifted, rocking back and forth a little. “Fuck yes. Ride me.”

Grinning down at him, I grabbed his hands and brought them over his head. His eyes darkened. “You’re finally giving up control and you think I’m just going to rush through it?” I shook my head. “I want to tease you a little.”

“Cables,” he growled in warning.

I grinned, biting my lower lip, as I moved against him, feeling how hard he was. I was ready. There was no way for me to be around him and not want him.

“I think you want me to tease you, too,” I murmured, kissing my way down his neck, my hips rocking in a slow grind over the hard cock nestled between us. He still had his clothes on, while I was covered by my towel, but that just added to the jolt of frustration I knew he was feeling.

A heavy frown had his eyebrows pulled together. I still had his hands pinned to the bed over his head, but that was just a suggestion and we both knew it. If he wanted to, he could break my hold and do whatever he wanted. I certainly wouldn't complain. But he let me continue.

“What was that?” I asked, lifting my head and looking down into his face. I knew full well he hadn’t said anything. “Did you say something?”

“Cables,” he grumbled. “You’re a fucking tease.”

“You’re going to beg me, Lock.”

He arched an eyebrow, not looking even close to giving me what I wanted. “Not happening, Keely.”

“We’ll see about that.” Letting go of his hands, I dragged his cut off and set it to the side. His t-shirt I tossed onto the floor once I got it off. My hands ran over his sides, tracing his tattoos. “I love these.”

“Good,” he grunted, watching me with all the patience in the world.

I was on a mission now, but Lock had the patience of a saint most of the time. The only time I’d seen him lose it waswhen people he loved were in danger. I wasn’t sure I was going to be successful in waiting for him until he begged. Something whispered inside of me that I’d end up being the one begging. Ignoring the little voice, I pressed kissed to his chest.

His fingers curled around my waist, hands digging into my hips. He was so strong, and it was a turn on how he could pick me up, move me. I shifted, rubbing myself against him. I was already wet. I kissed him hard.

It took all my restraint not to move faster, to ride him, to get him inside of me as fast as possible. But that wasn’t the point. He needed to learn a lesson. He needed to learn how it felt to be teased. To be turned on and needy. To want something and be forced to wait. I was going to do my best anyway.

Our tongues danced together as we kissed, and I was panting by the time I came up for air. I swear he looked even more calm than before. Growling in frustration, I raked my fingernails lightly over his nipple. He watched me with serene hazel eyes as I did my best to torment him.

I bent down again, tracing one of the tattoos on his arms with my tongue, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin. It was so warm, so soft over the steely muscle. He growled under me, fingers flexing on my hips before moving his hands back up under his head. I was winning.

He was starting to get annoyed with my slow movements and I was beginning to think I’d never break him. My fingers danced down over his abs, fiddling with the button on his jeans.

His head was resting on his hands as he watched me and even though I knew he wanted to, he didn’t stop me from exploring. I sucked on one of his nipples as I undid the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper.

Lockout groaned and I bit his nipple. I tugged on his pants and he helped me take them off. When they were in a heap on the floor, along with his boots, socks, and boxer briefs, I stareddown at him. He was completely naked now and I loved it. His thick cock was lying against his abs and I wrapped my hand around him, squeezing him.

His eyes narrowed on me, but he didn’t say anything as I jacked him, staring him in the eyes. He was willing to wait me out. To see what I’d do. It wasn’t as if this wasn’t going well for him.

Smiling, I let him go, noting the disappointment in his eyes. I tossed the towel away. I liked the way his eyes tracked down over my body. Carefully, so as not to hurt his injured leg, I slid down his body and nudged his right leg until he spread them. His dick filled my vision as I lay between his legs staring at his cock.

I opened my mouth and wrapped my tongue around his balls, sucking on them one at a time before letting them go with a pop. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his cock and I leaned over, sucking it off. His arms flexed, but he kept his hands tucked behind his head as he grunted, but still said nothing. There hadn’t been a time during sex yet where he’d been so quiet. He liked to tell me what he was going to do to me, and then follow through. I just wanted to show him what I wanted to do to him.

I sucked him into my mouth and felt his body stiffen as I bobbed up and down over his length. “F-fuck.” It wasn’t a shout, but a low hiss of a curse and I knew he was beginning to unravel.

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