I study her face as I consider my options. “I could take you with my fingers and have you lick them clean.” Her eyes widen, and I think I need to spend some more time to think of creative dirty things to do, because I’m not sure some of this stuff has even occurred to Amber.
“I could stick your panties in your mouth to keep you quiet and then use my mouth on you until you come.”
Her breath hitches on that one, and I file away the knowledge that she might not mind being gagged for a sexy reason.
“I could make you suck me off, and you get nothing. So that you have to spend the rest of the day wet and wanting and knowing that you’re not allowed to come until I touch you again.”
Amber groans, letting her head fall against my chest. “I shouldn’t want that, but I do.”
I drop my hand down and slip it between her legs. Even through her jeans I can feel her heat. I rub my finger across the seam, and she gasps, hips jerking. She wants more, and I let her ride my hand for a few seconds, eyes closed, before I pull it away. “That’s all you get.”
She moans, and I think I feel her shake. “Please?”
“No,” I shake my head. “Because by the time my head is between your legs tonight I want you so wet that I have to drink you. And I want you to think about that.” Sitting up, I guide her to her knees in front of me, and undo my belt. “Now suck.”
Amber shudders with arousal and lowers her mouth onto me. God, she feels so good. Hot and wet and desperate, her lips bob up and down on my skin and she’s not holding back. She’s sucking hard, and I feel pleasure being pulled from the nerves in my body, even in places I didn’t know could feel that way.
Reaching down, I pull my cock up and out of her reach and I don’t even have to speak, she knows. I watch my balls disappear into her mouth, and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life.
Shit.
Her mouth is a warm heaven, and if I could walk around with the feeling of Amber’s mouth sucking my cock and balls all the time, I would do that. She focuses on one, and then the other, and then back again, and I’m dizzy with the way it feels.
Moving back to my shaft, she licks it from base to tip, and I suck in a breath. “Fuck, Amber.”
She raises an eyebrow and smiles. “I’m just doing what I’m told.” Then her mouth is on me again, taking me deep and fast, and my hands are white knuckled fists to stop from taking her head and guiding it. I told her to suck me and I’m going to let her do it her way. And her way is pretty fucking good.
Pleasure builds quickly as she drives her mouth down my shaft, and suddenly I’m close. So close, and then I’m there, groaning as I come into her mouth, and I feel her dive down again, letting it flow into her mouth, and then I feel her swallow. And again until it’s gone, my cock twitching on her tongue.
I can’t move, even when she puts me away and buckles my belt, I’m frozen in the aftermath. “Good?” she asks.
“Perfect,” I tell her, voice raspy.
She climbs into my lap, and she’s straddling one of my legs. She’s moving slightly as she smiles, pressing herself up against me. “Are you trying to cheat?”
“No,” she says, but she is. Blood rushes to her face and I grin, grabbing her hips and setting her on her feet.
“No cheating. When I get you into bed tonight, I’ll make it worth it.”
She looks at me. “I have a question,” she says, “about the system.”
“Okay.”
“What if you say something like that, and then tonight comes and you decide that it’s more fun to not let me come?”
I shake my head. “That’s not what this is for. The system isn’t for me taking fun away from you or trying to drive you crazy. I’m not going to lie to you or change my mind. If I decide that I don’t want you to come for a few days,” I look at her in the eyes and make sure she’s looking back, “and I fully intend for that to happen,” I say, letting it sink in, “then I’m going to tell you. For me to tell you that we’re going to do something and just rip it away isn’t sexy, that’s mean. Could be considered worse than mean.”
She nods. “Good. I’m okay with that.”
“Even with not coming for days?”
Amber shivers under my hands. “I might not be okay with that, but I suppose that depends on how many times you promise to make me come when those days are through.”
“It will be a lot. And so you know, you’re going to come tonight. And just to make sure that you’re aware of it, I want you to remember what you just did. Every time you speak to someone for the rest of the day, I want you to remember that you had my cock between your lips. And that my cum is still coating your tongue. And that your cum is going to be coating my tongue when I take my time with you tonight. I’m going to make you come, and I’m going to take my sweet time doing it.”
Her eyes glaze over, and I take the chance to press my forehead against hers. “We’ve transitioned back now.”
“God, the rest of this day is going to suck.” I start to laugh and she slaps me on the arm. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know. I just love you.”
“Love you too. Go out there and direct the hell out of everyone.”
She rolls her eyes. “Especially you,” she says before she slips out the trailer door.
18
Amber
Present
Getting to the end of the day is like delicious torture. The way Peter put images in my head, I couldn’t stop thinking about him and what we did and what we’re going to do. He sent me texts too, counting down the hours.
I’m walking to my car when my phone buzzes in my pocket, and I smile, expecting a teasing message from Peter about the fact that I’m going to be in his bed soon. But it’s not from Peter, it’s from Clay.
Amber,
I’ve spoken to the producers on the show, and they have some concerns about the direction of the storyline for the second half of the season. Can you come over to my place so we can talk about it?
That’s…strange. There have been a couple of times that the wires have been crossed about who’s still in charge since Clay backed out so suddenly and his name is still on a lot of stuff, but it’s frustrating when this happens. The producers know that I’m here, and they’re still going to Clay for decisions about things like storyline?
I know where Clay lives, I’ve been there before. I text him quickly to tell him that I’ll be right over, and I text Peter to tell him that I’ll be a little late.
Clay Markham’s house is really spectacular. It’s one of those houses that could be in the movies, but as far as I know he hasn’t let it. Instead he throws fabulous parties there.
The gate opens when I pull up and I drive in. This is a little further from Peter’s house than I wanted to drive, but this has to be dealt with, if only because I need to tell Clay that if he really wants me to direct the show, then he actually needs to let me direct the show and back the fuck off.
Even though I like Clay, I really do, and I owe a lot to him, enough is enough.