Page 26 of Bottle Rocket
He did. His biceps bulged and veins popped on his forearm. Sweat beaded on the bridge of his nose.
“You’re so pretty,” he said suddenly, his voice loose and hot. “You know that? You’re pretty.”
She grinned and grabbed the wand vibrator. It was this obnoxious lime-green color, but she loved it as if it were her firstborn. As soon as she touched it to her clit, her whole body jolted. Leo groaned and stopped moving his hand, forming a fist around the base of his cock.
“I didn’t say you could stop, Leo Whittaker,” she said sternly.
He shuddered and gingerly stroked his fist up his cock. A pink blush bloomed across his chest, and he slammed his eyes shut.
“Harder,” Rosie said.
“Oh God, please let me come.”
She spread her legs farther apart, slinging one over the arm of the chair and letting the other dangle to the floor, and worked the vibrator over her clit.
“Not a chance.” Waves of pleasure sizzled through her with each pulse of her wand. She used her free hand to gather up her wetness, then, sitting up, she painted it over Leo’s bottom lip. He licked it off and growled deep in his throat.
She tumbled back into the chair with a laugh. She liked playing with him.
“You’re doing so good,” she said calmly. She didn’t feel calm at all. That familiar ache was creeping up on her. She lowered the power of the vibration, trying to drag it out. “I had a dream about you last night. For some reason, I stepped on the middle of your chest while wearing a pair of red Mary Janes, and it was so hot.”
He nodded. “Rosie, I’m close.”
“Don’t come yet, hot rod.”
His mouth popped open on a groan.
“So, yeah,” she continued. It was getting hard for her to talk. “I stepped on your chest and ordered you to come, and your jizz covered the toe of my shoe. Then I sat on your face.” His expression was so delightfully pained. “Slow down. Take a breath.”
He did, relief rolling off him. His face was sweat streaked and beautiful.
“You okay?” she asked, checking in with him.
“Better than okay.”
“Sounds like you need to keep jerking off, then.”
His cock was still shiny from the lube. He swept his pre-come around the head before stroking himself in earnest again.
Almost immediately, he grasped the arm of the chair with his free hand and held on, white-knuckling it. There was something else he could knuckle.
“Touch my cunt with this hand,” she said, tapping the one she wanted him to use.
He shook his head. “Oh no. Oh fuck.” But he slipped his fingers deep in her pussy. “Oh god, you feel so amazing, Rosie. I can’t last.”
Her body arched, but she managed to gravel out, “You better last.”
He fingered her gently, seeming to revel in the slickness drenching his fingers. He met her eyes. “You smell good.”
“So dirty,” she moaned. “I love that you’re dirty. I can’t stop thinking about it, Leo … Not yet, sexy pants. Don’t come … I want to step on you. I want to sit on your face. I want to slap you when you’re right on the edge.”
“Yes, yes,” Leo started chanting as soon as she mentioned face-sitting again. His “yes” after the slapping comment was agonized. He was strung tight, his body like a rocket about to launch. Leo let go of his cock, and held his lube-wet hand up. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Too close. I’m sorry.”
Maybe it was his apology. Maybe it was the way he started fingering her harder. Maybe it was that she’d moved the vibrator just right over the hard nub of her clit. Whatever it was, she exploded. She shattered on his fingers, surge after surge of pleasure hitting her, until her vision wavered and she was hoarse from moaning her head off.
Once she had blinked some focus back into her eyes, she leveled him with a dark look. “Get your hand back on that cock this instant.”
She yanked his hand away from her pussy, tossed the vibrator aside, and took his wet fingers in her mouth.
