Page 82 of Hide and Sneak
He looks down at me when I stop and watches me lube up the stroker. “This thing said it’s supposed to feel like a blowjob, but you tell me.” Ever so slowly, the stroker sinks onto his cock and the moan he lets out is glorious. “Ooh, that’s tight, isn’t it?”
“Fuck yes, it’s good. Keep going.”
“Yeah, you like this?” I increase my speed incrementally.
He tugs at the restraints again, groaning. Sweat begins to glisten on his chest and forehead. “Are you going to come, Sutton?” He gasps, nodding, and I pop the stroker off him abruptly. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Wha-” He looks down at me and a grin spreads over his lips as he realizes what I’m doing. “Is this where I beg?”
“I don’t know. Is it?” I run my fingertip over the head of his cock and it jerks, desperate for more attention.
Indecision flickers on his face but I know he won’t give in that easy. I’m counting on it.
“Afraid not, sweetheart.”
He’s not the only one worked up, and an idea occurs to me. “Have it your way.”
I strip off my pants and underwear, then sit on his cock, taking him in completely. Oh, that feels good.
“You’re so wet for me.”
“I am.” I ride him but only for a few seconds. Hovering over him, I wrap my hand around his cock and rub it between my pussy lips. “I really need to come.” This time I only let the tip of him inside me while I slip my fingers down to circle my clit. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he watches me.
“Then fuck me.”
“Hmm, I don’t know. This feels pretty good. Maybe I’ll just come like this.” He tries in vain to flex his hips but I ignore it and pull him out. “Or maybe like this.” I sit up on my knees where I can rub the tip of him over my clit.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans.
I lean over him, propping myself up with one hand and look him in the eye as he watches me use his cock to masturbate. The sensation of his slick head rubbing back and forth over my clit gets me there faster than I imagined. He sees it too.
“I’m going to watch you come,” he says, and the words do the trick. A slow, throbbing orgasm rolls through me, making me moan. I vaguely feel him pull at the restraints but it takes me a minute to get control again.
“That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Come on, fuck me.” The plea in his voice reminds me what I’m doing.
I climb off the bed and quickly put my clothes back on.
“What are you doing?”
Putting some layers between us so I’m not tempted to fuck the hell out of him. “Oh, did you want to come too?”
“Delilah, if you don’t get naked and back on top of me…”
“You’ll do what?” I tease, climbing back onto the bed to give his cock a few leisurely strokes. “Not beg. Never beg.”
I grab the stroker and build him back up again until he’s squirming underneath me. “Okay, I’m begging. This is me begging,” he says when I slow my movements again.
“Really? It doesn’t sound like begging.”
“Please, please let me come.”
“That’s more like it.” I squeeze the toy, tightening my grip on his cock and stroke him fast and hard. I know the look he gets when he’s right on the edge, and as soon as I see it, I stop again.
The groan he lets out is full of despair and frustration. “I said please! That’s begging.”
“I said you’d beg. I didn’t say it would work.”
“Lila….what do you want?” His eyes widen in disbelief as I climb off the bed and walk over to his closet.
