Page 173 of So Not Meant To Be
My legs shiver.
My body shakes.
And I shift, causing my pants to fall off the curve of my ass and past my pussy, exposing me. I spread my legs and wiggle the pants down until they’re at my knees. Then I shimmy out of them and leave myself completely naked on the lounger with him.
“Here I thought we were taking things slow,” he says as he drags the backs of his fingers up my stomach—notthe direction I want him to go.
“You can’t turn me on like this and expect me to just sit here, unfazed.”
“I didn’t. I was hoping this is where it would end up, with you writhing for more. Now, the question is, will I let you come?”
I pause and turn so I can look at him. “Don’t you dare.”
He just smiles.
“You realize I can make myself come, right?”
I go to reach between my legs, but he takes my arms, shifts them behind my back, and then locks me against his chest so quickly that I don’t have a moment to breathe. I try to close my legs, but he loops his ankles over and under mine, spreading me even wider.
I’m trapped.
Pinned down.
And I’ve never been more aroused in my life.
I know if I told him to stop, he would.
I know if I told him I didn’t want this, he’d redress me and return to our conversation.
But I don’t want that.
I want this.
I want him owning me.
Controlling me.
Teasing me.
“Now what are you going to do?” he asks.
I let out a deep sigh as I lean into his hold, not fighting him. “I guess listen to you.”
“Good girl,” he whispers and then he draws lazy circles on my inner thigh. “Now, as I was saying, once I fucked you with my tongue again, I’d let you catch your breath before I brought you over to the steps. Then I’d sit down on the top step so my cock that’s begging for you is above water.”
I wet my lips.
“And I’d demand that you return the favor.” His lips dance over my cheek. “Would you?”
“No question, I would. I want my mouth on your cock now.”
He groans and drags his fingers over the spot just above where I want him. He toys with me there, dipping lower and lower until he’s playing with my slit. I try to move, try to get him where I want him, but he holds me still, his strong body taking control.
“Tell me how you’d suck me in the pool.”
My lungs feel heavy as they work harder for air. “I would... I’d have you hold my hair. I’d expect you to grip it hard, guiding me as I lower my mouth to the tip. I’d swirl my tongue, around and around.” His pelvis moves against my back, the movement so small that it can’t possibly do more than drive him nuts. “And then I’d ask you to spread your legs so I could play with your balls while I take your length all the way to the back of my throat.”
“Baby...” he whispers. “Would you gag?”
