He pressed his lips together. “Yeah, it’s a concern.”
I laughed gently, but my amusement couldn’t last under the tension filling the room. This new sexual creature I was transforming into ventured further outside of her cocoon.
I put my hands on his knees, pushed onto my feet, and began to peel off my clothes. The pants went first since they were undone already and sagging low across my hips. Then, my top was pulled up and cast aside. I stood before him in a pink, barely-there bra and panty set, shifted my weight to one side, and put my hand on my hip.
I forced my voice to sound powerful and confident. “Get naked.”
Troy reached behind himself and grabbed the back of his shirt, showing off the flex of his thick bicep, and jerked the t-shirt over his head. He tossed it away as he stood, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and underwear, and down his legs they went.
God, his body.
It was a thing of beauty that made it impossible to hold thoughts in my head.
I motioned toward the bed. “Lie down.”
A sexy smirk flashed on his lips just before he climbed on top of it, spread out, and settled down with his back on the sheets. As I undid the clasp on my bra, my hands shook, but it was with anticipation and not anxiety. I had to control my movements to prevent myself from leaping on top of him. It was because I wasn’t prepared for how amazing all of this was.
There was a man ready and waiting for me in my bed.
And he was dying for me to tell him what to do. To fulfill my fantasies.
I shimmied out of the scrap of fabric that was my thong and put a knee on the mattress, then the other. I crawled along his body, just as naked as he was, moving until I was over him and tendrils of my hair fell in his face. He used a hand to push them out of our way, lifting his head until our lips met.
The kiss was slow and lingering, more smoldering heat instead of the raging fire he was capable of.
I slid a leg over his waist and straddled him. His notched abs and the warmth of his skin felt incredible against the insides of my thighs, and I metered my breath to stay in control.
It was harder when his palms swept over my nipples and he filled his hands with my breasts. His dick rested on his stomach, which meant when it jerked, the damp tip of him brushed against my ass. He’d gotten close during the blow job, and I wanted this to last a lot longer than that had.
My heartbeat quickened. “I’m going to tell you how I want it.”
His focus was split as he continued to knead my breasts and pinch at my nipples, but his eyes sharpened on me. “Yeah?”
“Put your hands behind your head.”
He liked me telling him what to do, but there was disappointment now that I was taking away his ability to touch. His fingers trailed over my bare skin as they reluctantly went, and he slid his hands under the pillow beneath his head. It accentuated his casual, almost frat-boy look. Like he planned to sit back and let me do all the work.
It was exactly what I intended.
Erika
Troy had said he was my personal sex toy and I was going to enjoy him that way tonight.
“Don’t move,” I said, lifting onto my knees and shifting back so we were better aligned. I reached into the space between us and palmed his cock, drawing a deep groan from him. He was thick in my hand as I lifted him and teased his bare tip against my clit.
His gaze was focused between our legs, and when I moaned in enjoyment, he canted his hips, trying to gain entry, but I adjusted and moved out of his reach. It made me plant a hand in the center of his chest and give him a strict look.
“Stay still.” It was both an order and a plea. I rubbed him against me again and shuddered at how pleasurable this felt. It was torturous anticipation for both of us. The muscles in his arms flexed and corded. He had to be fisting the pillow beneath his head to keep from grabbing me and slamming me down on his cock.
I sounded evil. “You want to fuck me?”
“Yes.” His lust-soaked word made me shiver.
“That’s too bad,” I said with a mocking tone. “Because I’m going to fuck you.”
I lined him up and slid down, taking him inch by inch until he was seated deep inside my body. His mouth rounded into an ‘oh’ and mine probably did too—since it felt unbelievable. With nothing between us, I could feel everything.
“Your pussy’s so warm,” he gasped. “You’re like fire.”
The muscles inside me clenched, squeezing at him and giving both of us more enjoyment. He rocked his hips, pressing up into me and I flattened my palm harder against his chest.
“No moving,” I warned, “or I’ll stop. Understand?”
He both liked and didn’t like my rule, but he’d do his best to obey. He gritted it out. “Yes, ma’am.”
Whether it was the conditioned response of a southern gentleman or his upbringing to respect authority, it didn’t matter. Whenever the polite reply came from him, it strengthened the powerful, sexually confident woman I hoped to become. I wanted to be the fantasy of me he’d created.
The one who liked fucking with the lights on and being in charge. The one who believed her pleasure was just as important as her partner’s.
The muscles of Troy’s jaw tightened when I began to ride him. A look of concentration swept over his handsome face as I established my tempo. His gaze flitted between mine and the sway of my breasts as I swiveled my hips, rocking back and forth.
The slick push and pull of him made my heart go out of rhythm. It felt like everything inside me was morphing into something new as heat and bliss built at a feverish pace.
He turned his head to the side and groaned it into the pillow. “Fuck.”
I’d thought having him stay still and not allowing him to touch would help him last, but maybe it made it harder for him. He sounded as out of breath as I was. Low grunts of satisfaction poured from his lips. Was he already struggling?
I had both my hands on his chest, using them as leverage, but I slowed my hips to a stop and stroked my fingers over the ridges of his muscles.
“Don’t come yet,” I said.
“Well, don’t be so fucking hot,” he shot back.
The smile that spread across my face was unstoppable. I’d never thought of myself as a cruel person, but he brought out a side of me that liked to tease. I dragged my palms down his stomach, up my own, and clasped my hands around my full breast. I flaunted what I could touch, but he couldn’t.
His eyes filled with music, inked in a hand hurried with longing and white-hot desire. And he moaned like I was tormenting him in the best way possible.
There was one way to make sure I got my orgasm before his, and the memory of him watching me in the pool house while I touched myself seared through my mind. I could get myself off even faster with something other than my hand . . .
I leaned over and reached for the drawer.
He sounded more curious than alarmed. “What are you doing?”
I didn’t answer right away, too focused on my task. The rose gold toy I liked best was right on top, and I grabbed it by the handle, then pushed the drawer closed and straightened to sit upright.
“You wanted to see how some of my toys worked.” I held it up for him to see. “I’ll show you.”
His intrigued gaze was glued to the weirdly shaped toy that had an O-shaped mouth protruding at one end, and was sheathed in silicone. I set my fingers of my free hand over my pussy and spread myself wide so my clit was exposed.