Page 118 of Broken Dreams
Oh, yeah, I’m so in for it, but not in a bad way.
“I understand.”
“Now, baby, suck my dick and make yourself come.”
I lower to my knees, my hand trailing from his chest to his dick where his hand falls away, refusing to touch me. Something about that alone has my body tight. I like his touch and want it, but he’s keeping it from me, until I orgasm first.
In the last three years, I’ve gotten pretty good at self-pleasure. I’ve had no other choice, so making myself come won’t be hard, especially because I’ll have Grady there, watching and fucking my mouth.
I lick around the tip of his cock, an idea dawning on me. I look up through my lashes at his beautiful face. The strong jawline is tight, green eyes blazing with heat, and his dirty blond hair falling forward. “Are you going to touch me at all?”
He shakes his head. “Not until you come first.”
Now it’s my turn to grin. “Pity.”
It means I can torture him the way he plans to do to me. I take his cock in my hand, pulling it toward my mouth, and run my tongue around the tip slowly. I lick the little bead of moisture and make a humming sound.
“Addison,” Grady says my name as both a warning and a plea, but no way am I giving in yet.
Turnabout is fair play.
Plus, I want this night to last as long as it can. I want every one of these next few nights to go on forever.
“Hmm?” I ask as I make another slow loop around the top.
“Suck my cock, dove.”
“I’m not sure I know how you want me to do that,” I say innocently.
“Fuck,” he groans as I take my tongue down the backside. “Lick it again.”
I do as he asks. Sliding my tongue back up. “Like that?”
His jaw is clenched. “Yeah, baby, lick it just like an ice cream cone.”
I do it more, licking the sides, the tip, the bottom, but not putting it in my mouth fully.
“Now I want you to suck.”
“The whole thing?” I keep playing as though I don’t know what to do.
“Yes, take my cock in your hand and put it in your mouth.”
Okay, maybe I am going to come without him touching me. I do as he asks, loving the way his voice sounds strained as he’s trying to command me.
My fingers wrap around his cock and I put just the tip in. His head falls back, a moan escaping his lips. I pull back a little and then he thrusts his hips, forcing me to take more of him.
“Stay like that, dove. I’m going to fuck your mouth and while I do it, I want your hands between your legs, playing with your clit.”
I want his hands, his mouth, his touch so bad I’m literally aching for it.
I try to keep steady because he’s pumping his hips slowly, his eyes finding mine. “Now, Addy. Move your hand down your chest, touch those beautiful breasts.” I do it because honestly, I’m on fire. I need to release. “That’s it. If it was my hands, I’d tweak that nipple, twist it between my fingers.”
Unsure if that’s a command, I do it, imagining it is his touch. Those calloused fingers touching me the exact way I want.
I moan, my eyes closing as he pushes deeper.
“Now, go lower, find your clit, sweetheart. But don’t touch it hard, just a little.”
