Page 131 of Instigator

“Hey.” Ceci’s hand lands on my cheek, drawing my attention back to her. “If it doesn’t happen, that’s okay. I’m okay if we keep doing what we’re doing.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “I know.”

“There’s no pressure.”

There’s monumental pressure. But it’s all pressure I’m putting on myself. I know she won’t judge me or think less of me.

I grab the cock ring, situating it at the base of my dick. The snug construction isn’t uncomfortable, but I’m aware it’s there.

And then I flick on the vibrator, the buzz hitting right at my base, and—ooh, I like this.

“I want you on top,” I tell her. “So you can control the pace.”

She cocks a brow. “You don’t want to?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” She’s plenty wet from my mouth, but it’s not always comfortable for her.

Instead of responding, Ceci shoves me onto my back, then climbs on top of me. She straddles my pelvis so my cock is between her legs, and the vibrator presses against her clit. She grinds against me, her slick center burning me from the inside out through the barrier of the condom.

“I could get off just like this,” she says, her head dropping back.

“Please.” My voice cracks on the syllable. “Please, Annie.”

Her eyes meet mine, and she must see whatever she’s looking for, because she nods.

Lifting onto her haunches, she positions me at her entrance, and slowly, achingly slowly, she slides down my length.

White-hot ecstasy races down my spine. My hands curl into fists, scrambling for purchase on the bedsheets. My eyes roll back, and I want to shut them, but I need to see her more.

“Oh, oh.” Her soft pants of pleasure make my blood sing, and I have to hold myself back from thrusting up into her, into taking more than she’s ready for.

When I’m finally buried inside her, her ass resting against my thighs, my brain temporarily goes numb.

“You good?” she murmurs, leaning down to run her hands over my chest. She thumbs a nipple, and I hiss. It’s as if she has a direct line to my cock, and between her tight, wet heat surrounding me, the constriction at my base, and the vibrations running through me, I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life.

If I don’t come soon, I think I’m literally going to die.

“Good,” I croak out.

“You’re such a good boy,” Ceci says, her voice soft. The edges of my mind turn fuzzy. “Be my good boy.”

Inside of her, my cock twitches so fucking hard, and she smirks. My hands land on her hips, almost against my own volition, and she gets the hint. She lifts up, and I thrust up into her, seeking more, needing more.

More of this. More of her.

We build a steady rhythm, her retreating and me chasing, taking exactly as much as she’s giving me. I drive up into her, pulling her down onto my cock, grinding her against the vibrator.

For the first time, I’m not worried about my ability to stay hard, about all the shit going on in my head. I want to make this good for her. It’s my sole focus. Everything else has faded away, back to the farthest recesses of my mind.

She groans, her head falling forward. Her fingers dig half-moons into my pecs, the sharp pinpricks electrifying me from head to toe. My fucking toes curl from the pleasure of it.

“I’m—I’m close,” I blurt, my hands digging into her hips. “Ceci, I⁠—”

“It’s okay,” she says. “Come when you’re ready. You’re so good to me. My good boy.”

Her words override the sensible part of my brain, and with two, three thrusts, I finally give in and let it consume me. My orgasm sears me from the inside out, my entire body aflame. Her tight, slick cunt pulses around me, milking me through my release.

The vibrator keeps buzzing, almost making me oversensitive, but with the way Ceci is grinding against it, clenching around me… my eyes roll back into my head, overstimulated in the best possible way.