Page 80 of Behind the Net

“Stop that,” he tells me, and I laugh, dazed.

“Or what?” I press against him again, and this time, his hips press forward to meet me, cock pushing into my ass.

Something tugs inside me, knowing how badly he wants me.

I pull out of his grasp, turning to kneel between his legs, and our eyes lock as he sits against the headboard, watching me. His deep green eyes are glazed with lust, and there’s another twinge of warmth where he pressed the toy moments before. I can see the shape of his cock, distorting the front of his black boxers, and my center heats.

When I drag my gaze up to Jamie’s, his expression is pained.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he begs, nostrils flaring. “This was supposed to be about you.”

My eyes drop again to his cock, and it pulses under my gaze. I shoot him a knowing grin.

Busted.

As my gaze traces his torso, all the ridges and valleys, smooth chest and hard lines of his abs, I’m overcome with the urge to take care of him, to provide him with something no one else can. He’s so controlled, so careful, so militant about everything, but right now, I just want him to feel overwhelming pleasure like I did a few moments ago.

I reach out and stroke his length over the fabric of his boxers.

“Fuck,” he mutters, head falling back against the bed frame. His eyes are half-lidded.

His reaction spurs me on, and I give him another slow stroke. He’s so hard, so thick, and when I think about what he would feel like inside me, my thighs squeeze together.

I already know it would be so good. It might even hurt a bit, and I’m weirdly turned on by that.

On my next stroke, I linger at the head, running my thumb over it. The fabric is damp with pre-cum, and he lets out a low groan, jaw tightening.

“Oh, fuck, Pippa.”

His jaw clenches again, and I feel drunk with power. I’m barely touching him, and I have him making all these noises that I’m going to remember while I’m using the toy next time. Something bold streaks through me, and I pull the waistband of his boxers down, letting his cock spring free.

Jamie’s cock is gorgeous—thick and long and hard. The best-looking cock I’ve ever seen. No wonder he gives it so much attention in his room. Pre-cum beads on the tip, and when I drag my thumb through it, he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Is this okay?” I ask softly.

He jerks a nod. I lift my thumb to my lips and suck the salty taste off, and his Adam’s apple bobs.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters in a ragged voice. His eyes pin me, so bright and full of intensity that I shiver. “Did you like that?”

I nod, smiling at him before I return to stroking him. “You’re fun to play with.”

On the next stroke, he moans. “Fun to play with,” he repeats, watching me work his cock. He’s so thick. More liquid beads at the tip, and when I slip my other hand around his balls, his big thighs tense.

“Shit,” he gasps. “If you don’t stop that, I’m going to come all over your tits.”

Heat rushes to my pussy, and my lips part in excitement and surprise. I want that. I want thatso bad. I keep working his cock. Fascinated by his reaction, I give his balls a gentle squeeze. He frowns, lips parted, and I feel like I have him under my complete control right now.

I love it.

“Take your boxers off,” I whisper.

As soon as he does, my hands are back on him. I stroke him faster, and he curses again.

“Pippa,” he warns. His hands clench at his sides and his eyelids droop like he’s about to pass out. His strained abs ripple.

I’m soaking wet, jerking Jamie Streicher off. His shoulders tighten as he sinks his hands into his hair. His expression is strained, his breathing is rapid, and he can’t look away from me. I don’t need to try to memorize this moment; I know I’ll never forget this.

In my hand, his cock pulses, and he nods, letting out a loud moan. “Gonna come, baby. Gonna come all over your gorgeous tits.”

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