Page 48 of Roughing the Player
A drop of dew eases out from the crown of his cock. I want to take him in my mouth, suck him, lick him. But I can’t do that. At least not until he’s done torturing me.
“Cup your breasts, Ellie. Play with them.”
My sex life has been pretty rudimentary. Almost nonexistent foreplay followed by basic sex. Nothing like what he’s demanding of me. But if he wants a slow striptease, that’s exactly what he’s going to get.
My way.
With the day as hot as it’s been, I’d tied back my hair. Reaching up, I rip off the band, let it dangle from my fingers. Once I have his full attention, I rub it across my nipples. The tips perk up, and I roll back my head and moan. “Ohhhhh.”
No longer concerned with his cock, he sits up, his eyes glued to my breasts. Done with the first act, I snap the band, before slowly rubbing it across my pussy. This time the moan’s real. Oh, dear God. Who knew this would feel so damn good.
He’s panting. His cock’s grown longer, thicker. How is that even possible?
I toss the band to the floor and move on to act two. While slowly undulating my hips, I slip down my shorts. Right, left. Right again.
He gulps. Hard. A lot more moisture leaks from his cock.
I kick out of my shorts, leaving me in nothing but my bikini panties. Turning to the side, I raise the hem and flash him a sneak peek of my ass.
“Fuuuuuccccck.”
With my back to him, I grin. I take good care of that ass. I run, do squats. I know it looks good.
“Turn around, Ellie.” His voice’s pure gravel.
I do as he says, but when he reaches for me, I dance away.
“Ellie.” His brows thunder down. “Come here.”
“Nuh-uh.” Two can play at this game, stud.
I slowly strip off my panties, revealing my pussy an inch at a time. When it’s bared for him to see, I shimmy the panties down, kick them to the side.
“Ellie,” he grits out. “Come the fuck here.”
I roll a finger over my lips, suck it into my mouth, pull it out. Wet and shiny, it gleams in the muted light of the room. I slick the finger down my throat, through the valley between my breasts, roll it around my belly button, and skim my way down to my clit.
But before I get there, he grabs my hips and pulls me on top of him. “Witch.”
“We going to have sex now, Brock?” I ask in my most innocent voice.
“You better believe it.”
“Ooooh. Can’t wait.” He’s going to topsy-turvy us and drive into me, I just know it. As wet as I am, I don’t need any foreplay. I just need him in me. Right now.
But to my surprise, he doesn’t. Instead, he brushes a lock off my face. “You walked willingly into my den of sin, Ellie Adams.”
Yes, I did.
“I’m keeping you.”
I wiggle my pussy against his cock, so he knows I’m fully on board with his plan.
His lips quirk into that take-no-prisoners, pirate smile I know so well. But his gaze softens as he cups my cheek. And then ever so slowly he kisses me. The kiss is soft, tender.
It shouldn’t have much of an impact. And yet it sets me ablaze. Who knew he had that in him?
But soon, the kiss turns incendiary. His tongue tangles with mine. Wanting more, I curl my hand around his neck and kiss him back hungrily, furiously with every repressed longing of mine. As I kiss him, I grind against him, communicating what I need. When the heat of his cock presses back, I go up in flames.
