Smirking, Brett leaned over and swiped her tongue along the tiny slit on his engorged head, licking the drop of salty moisture pooled there.
He jerked on the bed, wrists smacking the posts as he tried to move his arms.
“Don’t waste your time,” she said helpfully. “Fun fact—my dad and brothers are avid fishermen. Every summer we take our boat out to the Finger Lakes for a two-week fishing trip. Which means I know my knots.” She beamed at him. “I tie a mean bowline, if I do say so myself.”
AJ made an unintelligible sound. His features contorted in agony when she gave his erection a teasing squeeze. Then she licked him again, a slow circle around the crown of his cock, and a strangled groan tore out of his throat. She peered up and encountered the sexiest sight on earth. AJ in full-blown arousal mode—lips parted, cheeks flushed, strong throat working as he swallowed repeatedly.
Her sexual tormenting continued in the form of featherlight licks up and down his shaft, each delicate flick of the tongue summoning another anguished noise from him. When she decided to take pity on him by sucking on his tip, he shuddered as if she’d dumped a bucket of cold water over his head.
Brett lifted her head with a mocking chuckle. “You doing okay?”
“What do you think?” he croaked.
“I think I’m going to let you come.” She firmly wrapped her hand and lips around him, pumping hard as she tightened the suction of her mouth.
Five strokes, six, seven…and just as she felt his body tense up, she released him with a pop and leaned back on her elbows.
“Actually, no,” she said cheerfully. “I changed my mind.”
The expletive he let out was so loud and tortured she choked on a giggle.
“Oh, I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I hate you,” he mumbled.
“No, you don’t.” She cupped his sac and fondled it lightly. His cock had gone impossibly thicker, resting on his navel and pleading for attention.
Oh yeah. This was power, all right. She had AJ Walsh right where she wanted him, and he wouldn’t get an ounce of relief until she decided to give it to him. How many orgasms had he deprived her of already? She quickly did the math—one last night, at least three today.
She had a lot of work to do.
For the next thirty minutes, she showed him exactly what she thought of his blasted anticipation. Her soft licks and teasing pumps, intermixed with greedy sucking and the hard squeezing of his balls, turned the man on her bed into a cursing, trembling mess of need. And all the while, Brett gauged his responses with delight, until she knew his body better than she knew her own.
When his six-pack tightened and his balls drew up, it meant he was close.
When he wheezed as if all the oxygen had drained from his lungs, it meant he needed more.
When his bound hands thrashed against the bedposts, it meant he was losing his frickin’ mind.
The third time she took him to the brink, his release nearly breached the surface, and only the fast, sharp squeeze of her hand managed to ward it off.
AJ grunted, but there wasn’t an ounce of pain in his eyes. Just smoky pleasure and unadulterated lust. He was no longer fighting the knots, either. He actually seemed to be enjoying the complete lack of control.
“You like this,” she marveled when she saw his face.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled.
Brett wondered if she would like it if their roles were reversed. If she was the one at AJ’s mercy.
The answer was swift and unequivocal: God, yes. She’d love every dirty second of it.
Releasing him, she inhaled a wobbly breath and slid off the bed. She didn’t say a word as she stripped off her clothes. Just kicked each garment away until she stood naked in front of him.
AJ’s gaze smoldered as it roamed her body. “Payback’s over?”
“Are you kidding me?” She stuck out her tongue. “It’s time for round two.”
If she managed to survive it.
Every muscle in her body was coiled tighter than a rattlesnake, every nerve ending crackling with sexual energy. She was wet and achy and so damn ready, but she’d set a course of action, and she intended to follow through on it.
Round two entailed the same level of teasing as Round One, only this time she brought her own body into play. This time when she bent over, it was to rub her nipples over his cock—and this time, they were both groaning with abandon.
God. She was torturing herself now, and she wasn’t sure she was capable of the same awe-inspiring patience AJ seemed to possess in spades.
She straddled him again, more for her sake than his, because the feel of his cock rubbing her aching clit was absolute heaven.
“Holy hell, that’s hot.” The intensity of his expression made her shiver. “Keep doing that.”
She gripped his erection and rubbed the blunt head over her sensitive bud, until his shaft was slick from her juices and her clit was so swollen it hurt.
Struggling for breath, she eased backward. One hand stayed on his cock but went motionless, while the other traveled between her legs. Although AJ had a perfect view of what she was doing, she didn’t feel vulnerable or exposed. If anything, the hungry gaze fixed on her core only fueled her arousal.
When she rubbed her clit with her index finger, he growled again. “Christ. That’s it…touch yourself.”
Her knees parted as she slipped one finger inside, and his eyes burned with lust.
“I bet you wish it was your finger inside me right now, don’t you?” She grinned. “Do you want me to tell you how wet I am?”
“I can see how wet you are,” he rumbled, tracking the movements of her hand. There was no mistaking the moisture shining on her finger.
Another surge of feminine power coursed through her. Whoa. He was looking at her like she was a treasure chest and he held the map to unlocking it. His erection pulsed and twitched against her hand, but rather than give it what it craved, she let go altogether.
With one finger lodged inside her, she used her other hand to tend to her clit.
Oh crap. She was getting close.
“Don’t,” he commanded when he noticed her trembling. “You’re not allowed to come. Not until you’re sitting on my dick.”
“Wow. Still issuing orders even when you’re tied up. You’ve got some balls.”
He glanced at his crotch, smug and unashamed. “Yup. Big ones. How about you put your mouth on them again?”
Brett smothered a laugh. “Maybe later.”
She eased the pressure of her fingers, lightly stroking herself. God, she wanted him inside her. It was all she’d been thinking about ever since he’d ordered her to leave last night.
When she was no longer convinced she could stop her impending orgasm, she withdrew her fingers and reached for him again. Her hand was slippery from her arousal, making it easy to glide her fist up and down his shaft.
AJ took one look at his glistening erection—and lost it.
“No more.” The desperate words ripped out of his throat. “Get up here and ride me, or I’ll break this goddamn bed to splinters trying to get loose.”
It would have been fun to torment him a bit longer, but her patience had disappeared like a puff of smoke. Brett left the bed only to find a condom, then climbed back on his lap and hurriedly rolled the latex over his shaft.