Page 23 of Protecting His Brat
I’m half tempted to get myself off with the big toy just to really punish him. But he’s right. I don’t want something fake filling me when the real thing is within reach.
But I can tease him a little. I wrap my fist around the dildo and bring it to my lips, licking the smooth head. It lacks the salty taste of Scott and does nothing for me. But the way Scott’s chest heaves with the effort of holding himself back does.
“I don’t know. Toys don’t keep secrets.” I move the dildo between my legs, shifting the hand that had been playing there to my breasts. I spread my juice across my nipples. They glisten, and Scott’s eyes shift restlessly between my pebbled points and the purple toy which I rub lazily up and down my slit. “You want to taste me, don’t you?”
Scott nods.
I sit up and hold my fingers to him. Planting one hand on the mattress, Scott leans forward and sucks them into his mouth. His eyes slip closed, and an expression of pure ecstasy washes over his face.
“Maybe I should let one of these toys have my ass first.” His eyes pop open, and pure anger lives there, but he keeps sucking my fingers. “I know how badly you want to be the first to break me in back there. Would taking that honor from you teach you a lesson?”
He bites down on my fingers, and I gasp, the sharp sensation making my toes curl against the sheets.
“Don’t you dare.”
Slowly, I lay back down. I put the dildo to the side and pick up the small bullet vibrator. This I have no issues using while he watches.
“On your knees, Scott.” No hesitation, he does as I ask. “Hands behind your back.” He obeys, and that sense of power surges inside me again.
I scoot down so my pussy is directly in front of his face, feet propped up on either side of the bed. “You’re going to watch me come. You aren’t going to touch yourself. You aren’t going to touch me. If you can do that, I’ll let you make me come again with your mouth. If I’m feeling nice, I’ll let you fuck me to a third orgasm. But you don’t get to come inside me tonight.”
Scott’s eyes on me are a wildfire, damn near burning me from the inside out. There is no doubt he is willingly giving up control to me. He knows as well as I do that he could flip the script and take me anyway he wanted right now, and I’d love it. I’d welcome it. But somehow, he senses how much I need the control in this moment. Whether it is simply to prove a point or to take back some of the confidence the events of today damaged, I don’t know. But I need him to follow me. Words aren’t needed for him to understand.
I’m already wet and primed, so with the bullet pinched tightly between my fingers, I press the vibrating little piece of silicone just below my throbbing clit. Immediately, my back arches and my thighs widen further. Circling it around, I don’t touch the little bundle of nerves begging for attention.
“Fuck, Lacy. You are so beautiful.” Scott licks his lips. Leans in close enough I can feel his warm breaths washing over my already heated flesh. “All pink and wet. Come so I can taste you. I need you.”
“I need you, too. But you know why you can’t have what you want yet.” I arch my hips off the mattress so my pussy hovers right before his face. “Now be a good boy and watch what you’ll miss if you ever lie to me again.”
He groans, and I swear the sound waves coming from that low rumble amp up my quickly approaching orgasm. Slipping the hand not holding the vibrator down between my legs, I swirl my fingers around my entrance, then plunge one inside. Holding my finger, now coated in my juices, in front of his mouth, I don’t need to tell him what to do. His mouth envelops my finger, and I press the bullet directly to my clit. Somehow, his thoroughly cleaning my digit elevates my orgasm to damn near apocalyptic. Balanced on my shoulders and feet, I twist and arch even more dramatically.
As soon as the orgasm begins to ebb away, Scott lunges. His hands clasp around my hips, drawing me to him and hooking my legs over his shoulders. I barely get a breath out, and his tongue laps at my entrance, cleaning the wetness from between my legs. But it’s a losing battle he’s fighting, because his ministrations have my sex weeping for more.
“So fucking sweet and salty. Just like you. Perfection.” He returns to his work. Sucking and nibbling on my clit.
It’s mere seconds before I’m blasting off again, into the stratosphere where all I can see is stars and bliss. And Scott. His intense gaze stays with me through it all.
I’m still coming when Scott gets to his feet, scoops me up, and turns around so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and I’m straddling his lap.
“Can I?”
I nod, and he positions himself at my entrance, slowly sliding his cock inside me. I’m swollen and on edge and so goddamned wet, that I moan and sigh and want to cry all at once. “Don’t come inside me.”
“Please. Please. Lacy.” His words are sharp notes puncturing the scant air between our mouths. “I need to be inside you. Not just now. Always. Somedays, it is the only way I stay sane, knowing even when my cock isn’t stretching your pussy that a little piece of me is still inside you. That I never really leave you. I can’t stand knowing I won't be in there. Please.”
His rough hands pump me up and down his shaft, angling my hips so the blunt head of his dick rubs against my walls with every thrust. Those hands are so wide, his thumb can reach my clit even while his fingers press into the flesh of my hip.
“I want you there too. Always. But that takes trust. You dented that. A lot.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my vulnerability suddenly too much. I don’t want him to witness how close I am to falling apart.
“Oh Jesus, I’m so fucking sorry. That tears me apart. I hate knowing I’ve done that.” He threads his fingers into my hair and pulls me back, so I have to look at him. “I love you, Lacy. So much, it is terrifying. And now that I know I have your heart, I’m going to protect it so fucking hard. You’ll never wonder. Never. I swear. I’ll fix it.”
We stare at each other as sweat drips down between us, my thighs burning from swift speed of our fucking. Or making love. They seem the same somehow. It doesn’t have to be slow and sweet to be love. It can be fast and dirty and love.
“I can’t last. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Lacy you need to get there. And you need to tell me where to come.” He dips his head, sucking one of my nipples hard into his mouth.
My nails claw at his back, and I know there’ll be marks there when we’re done. Good.
The third orgasm is quickly taking away any reason and making me forget why I’m punishing him. Those eyes are so full of regret and passion mixed together, I know I don’t want his cum anywhere but where it belongs.
