“Enough,” I say on a gulp. With a wicked smile and an exploratory finger, she circles my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin. “Dottie,” I warn.
“Just exploring.”
“Exploring can get you in trouble.”
“What if I want trouble?” she asks, moving her hand down my stomach to the waistband of my flannel pants where she slips her hand underneath. Because I’m an idiot, I’m not wearing briefs. Therefore, her hand connects directly with my cock, her palm rubbing over the soft skin for a brief moment, feeling how I’m instantly hard in her hand.
“Dottie, come on, babe, I’m trying here.”
“Trying what? To torture both of us?” she asks, moving her hand down to my balls where she massages them as well, and holy fuck does it feel good.
Really fucking good.
So good that a hiss escapes my lips as my head falls to the back of the couch.
“I want to court you, do it right.”
“And I want to feel your dick inside me. Which do you think will bring us more pleasure?”
Valid point.
But still . . .
I reach down and take her hand out of my pants, my penis hating me. I look her in the eyes and say, “You deserve more.”
“I deserve you,” she says, her words so full of hidden meaning that I can feel her desperation in those three little words. “This isn’t just fucking to me, Jason. This, us, it means something to me. I know it’s been quick between us, but I feel something for you. I think I’ve felt it since college, since the first time I saw you. I don’t want to wait. I want to enjoy you . . . us.”
“I want that too,” I say, cupping her cheek. “But I’m serious about this. I want our first time to be special and worth the wait.”
Her face falls, the smile disappearing, the spark in her eyes evaporating as she turtles in on herself and nods. I’ve never seen her like this before. Vulnerable and disappointed, waving her white flag and letting someone else get their way.
I’ll be honest, I don’t like it.
Do you know what else I don’t like? Dottie pulling away. Dottie not snuggling into my chest. Dottie staying silent during the movie. Dottie mentally removing herself from the night. I can’t have that, nor do I want it.
And there seems to be only one way to take care of it.
“Fuck it,” I say, standing from the couch and pulling my shirt off.
Dottie’s eyes widen right before I pick her up from the couch and toss her over my shoulder.
“Jason,” she says, concerned. “What are you doing?”
I don’t answer her.
I don’t speak a damn word.
I walk to her bedroom, shut the door, and then set her on the bed where I observe her. Excitement erupts in her eyes.
She’s about to understand what it’s like to be with Jason Orson.
“Take your tits out of your nightgown.” She reaches for the hem, but I bark, “No. Leave it on. Just take your tits out.” Her eyes widen . . . probably from my tone of voice. When it comes to the bedroom, I don’t fuck around.
Unsure, she removes her breasts and I take a second to stare at them. When she goes to rub them, I snap at her again. “Don’t fucking touch them. Just let me stare. I want to watch your breathing pick up, see how aroused you get from this.”
In the silence of her large bedroom, I stare at her and watch every movement she makes. A little intake here, a slight shift there. How her eyes go hazy with lust, how her legs start to slowly part, and that’s when I see it. She’s wearing nothing underneath. The fucking vixen. She knew exactly what she was doing this whole time. I’m about to make sure she never regrets her decision tonight.
“Reach up with your right hand and play with your nipple. Massage it, pluck at it, pinch it, roll it; do everything and anything that makes you wet for me. Spread your legs wider, because I want to see that pussy glisten.”
She bites her bottom lip and does as I say, playing with her nipple. There’s something to be said about a powerful woman, one who runs her world every day, breaking down and giving in to the demands of her man in the bedroom. It’s hot how responsive she is, how willing she is to listen. I love everything about it.
With my thumbs, I snag the waistband of my pants and push them down only to step out of the fabric and toss them to the side with a flick of my toe. Cock jutted out, I grip it with one hand and slowly start to stroke up and down, giving her an eyeful.
She licks her lips and her hips start to rock as she stares at me.
“Switch your hands. Make yourself moan. I won’t be touching you until I think you’re fully ready, so give me the goddamn show I deserve.”
With that, she pulls on the fabric of her nightgown, exposing her lower half completely and then spreads her legs all the way, presenting me with one of the most gorgeous and erotic scenes I’ve ever seen.
“Pinch your nipple harder, I want to hear you moan.”
She pinches, and her hips lift as a low moan falls past her precious lips.
“Again.”
She pinches. Groans.
“Again.”
This time her head falls to the side, her chest heaving.
“Again.”
Her other hand roams up her body to her other breast and she applies the same pressure.
As she continues to work her nipples until she’s dripping wet while small cries fall from her lips, I hold the base of my cock, keeping the pressure tight around the root and then slowly pulling the built-up pressure to the tip of my dick, only to repeat the stroke. Together we touch ourselves to the point that we’re both breathing heavily. Fuck. This is so fucking hot.
“Are you ready for me, Dottie?”
“Yes,” she moans, her pelvis rotating, seeking relief.
“Touch yourself. Let me see how wet you are on your fingers.”
Without hesitation, she drags her fingers down her body to her pussy. With two fingers, she swipes over her slit and then holds them up to me. I walk over and closely examine them and then, I pull them into my mouth, sucking on the tips, making Dottie’s eyes widen.
“Get on all fours.”
“I want to see you when you fuck me.”
“You will, but on your knees for now.”
She does as I say, and I take my time to take in her pert ass, how the nightgown fabric barely skims her skin. Normally I like to be completely naked, but the nightgown has now become a part of this.
I step up behind her and slide my hand over the globe of her ass and then to her lower back, dragging her nightgown with it until it hits her shoulder blades. Circling my hand to the front, I find her breast and cup it, giving it a few squeezes as I line my rock-hard erection along her ass.
“Do you feel that, Dottie? Do you feel how fucking hard I am? That’s because of you. Whenever you’re around, you do this to me. You entice me, intrigue me, make me so goddamn horny with need. That’s why I’m about to fuck you into this mattress, because I can’t take your teasing any longer. But if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do this on my terms.”
I pinch her nipple and she rears back on a scream.
“Oh God, Jason.”
With my free hand, I run my finger along the nub, testing how wet she is.
She’s soaking, but I’m not about to give in. Instead, I stroke her lightly, pretending my finger is a feather, keeping the pressure as soft as a whisper so she knows I’m down there, but I’m down there for one purpose: to torture her.