Page 69 of Mayhem
As he drove, a song came on; Erin danced in her seat and sang along. She sang a particular line while caressing his beard, and Paetyn smirked as he shook his head.
"Just a quarter after two?" he asked, referring to the line.
"Mm, no. At other times as well."
Twenty minutes later, they were pulling into the parking lot of Erin's apartment building. He walked her to her door. When she unlocked it, he turned her towards him, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I had fun today, Angel."
"I'm glad. I did, too, but the fun isn't over yet," she informed him. Her right hand grabbed the top of his pants and pulled him into the apartment as she walked backward.
"You're spending the day with Cruz tomorrow."
"Mhm."
"The last thing you need is to be tired."
"I'm sure I'll be fine."
"Or sore," Paetyn added.
Erin let him go and raised a brow at him. "If you're too tired to fuck me, Paetyn, just say that," she teased, a smirk quirking on her lips.
He leaned down, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. "I'm never too tired to fuck you. I was trying to be considerate and make sure your legs functioned tomorrow. But since you wanted to be cute…" he trailed off.
She ran her tongue over his lips. "I didn't ask you to be considerate. I want you to fuck me."
Paetyn closed the door, reaching back to lock it. He released Erin and gestured for her to lead the way. She led him into her bedroom, turning the light on, and he walked over to sit on her bed.
"Strip for me."
Paetyn watched that alluring smile that was becoming one of his greatest weaknesses blossom across her face as she began to undress for him—slowly pulling each item of clothing off.
When she stood naked in front of him, Paetyn took his time to take her in. He'd seen her naked a few times, but he'd never get tired of it. It would always feel like he was receiving a prize that he didn't have to share with anyone else. Well, one other person, but he didn't mind that.
"Come shower with me," she requested.
"I will, but you have to keep your hands to yourself the entire time." He could tell she wanted to protest, so he stood and walked over to her. "Keep your hands to yourself, and I'll give you a prize. Touch me, and I'll give you something else."
He watched her swallow before turning and walking into the ensuite. Paetyn followed her, curious as to whether or not she would do as he said. However, he knew Erin and was getting to know her better daily, and he doubted she would.
Paetyn circled his thumb around Erin's clit as she held her hands against the headboard. He'd been correct, and she hadn't kept her hands to herself in the shower. So, instead of giving her a prize, he punished her. She bit her bottom lip as she moaned, and he didn't miss the dip in her lower stomach, the quiver that began, and he knew she was close to cumming.
He pulled his thumb away, and she whined, balling her fist against the headboard because she still wasn't allowed to touch him, as her eyes pleaded with him. It was the third time he'd brought her close to orgasm since they'd gotten out of the shower. If it was too much, she knew what to say. He'd made sure she remembered her temperatures before they started.
Leaning down, he slowly blew on her clit, and Erin gasped; her orgasm had not wholly subsided. Paetyn flicked the tip of histongue over her clit, and her legs shook slightly as she moaned. He swirled his tongue around it while he watched her.
"Paetyn, please."
"No," he responded, speaking against her pussy. "Hold it." He took her clit between his lips, and she arched off the bed. He watched her fist unclench and clench, her eyes screaming in desperation as she looked down at him.
Paetyn released her clit, giving her pussy a final kiss. He'd been cycling this sequence for the past twenty minutes. He used his fingers in some way to bring her close to orgasm and then used his lips and tongue to try to push her into it while forcing her to hold it. It was sweet torture for both of them because she wanted to cum, and he wanted to taste it, but giving in to what either of them wanted before he planned to, defeated the purpose of punishment.
Grabbing one of the condoms she'd pulled from the nightstand, he opened it, aware of her eyes on him the entire time. He rolled it down his dick, hooked his arms under her thighs, and pulled her down.
"Keep your hands above your head," he instructed, running his dick up and down her pussy.
Paetyn pushed in slowly, and as he bottomed out, he reached up, holding both of her wrists hostage in one of his hands. He leaned over her, lips a mere millimeter from hers.
