His legs shifted, two socked feet landing on the floor and accepting his weight as he stood. “Yeah, well, I’ll be sure to remember that when I get married, thanks for the tip. I must have dozed off. And isn’t it early for you to be up?”
From his vantage point he could see straight down the top of my nightie. I wasn’t wearing a bra, the tiny ribbon straps doing their best to keep everything contained. And if the heat from his gaze was anything to go by, they’d have burned my nightie right off, his eyes roaming across my body like they didn’t know where to look.
“Yeah it is, but I forgot you were coming, and I was three seconds away from calling the cops.” I tried to ignore there was literally a slither of satin between me being naked, acting like his eyes all over me wasn’t turning me on.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, the swallowing looking like it was causing him actual pain. “I checked on you.”
“Did you?” He was clearly better at sneaking around than I was because I hadn’t heard a peep. “I’m surprised you were able to see anything, it’s so dark in here.”
He moved closer, his hands curling into balls at his sides. “Yeah, I was able to see enough to know you weren’t wearing that a few hours ago.”
“You want me to take it off?”
“Yes.”
I wasn’t even sure I’d heard him correctly, my mouth stopped from asking him to repeat it by his on mine. His arms pulled me close, fingers sliding down my back and gripping my ass as he deepened the kiss.
“Jesus, Presley.” His hand touched my bare ass, hauling me off my feet. “You’re killing me.”
It hadn’t been my plan.
Or maybe it had, my hands gripping his T-shirt and pulling him closer. “Kiss me again.”
Just like he promised, he did exactly what I asked, my legs wrapping around his waist as he took my mouth. His hungry lips demanded more, a whimper escaping from my throat as I let him dominate.
I loved the way it felt, so intense and passionate. Less like he was kissing me and more like it was his calling. He moved slowly, pressing me hard against his body as he carried me through the space. He smelled of soap and shampoo, my fingers running through his hair as I kissed his neck.
“You need to sleep,” he whispered between kisses, laying me down on the mattress and pressing his body down on me. “I’m not going to be held responsible when you’re cranky later.”
I groaned, wanting more as I rubbed myself against him. “I thought we agreed you weren’t going to tell me what to do. You should take your shirt off, you’re wearing too much.”
His hands left me for a second, reached around to his back and pulled off his T-shirt. He was perfection, the toned muscles of his abs flexing as the shirt got tossed to the side.
“Your pants too,” I panted, pointing to the jeans that were still very much in the way. Since he’d already stopped kissing and touching me, it made sense to capitalize on it. And I’d already decided that I wanted them off.
He hesitated, taking a second or two before unbuttoning his jeans and lowering the zipper. He kicked them off, stripping his socks from his feet but leaving his boxer briefs.
I was stopped from arguing by his mouth back on mine, kissing me as he positioned me on the bed, his body slipping into the gap between my legs. “I’m not fucking you tonight, Presley.” Teeth grazed against my shoulder, making my skin tingle.
“What?” I gasped between kisses, not wanting to stop for proper clarification.
Fingers traveled up my leg, following the curve of muscles until they rested on my hip. “You heard me.”
My mind was swimming, too turned on to think straight and confused that if sex wasn’t our end game, what the hell were we doing? I didn’t imagine the hard-on brushing against my core. Or the way he panted with desperation at my mouth. So unless this was a really vivid dream and I hadn’t woken up, his words were at total odds with his actions.
“You need to . . . do . . . what I say.” I tried forming sentences while continuing to kiss him. And it wasn’t one-sided either, his lips just as busy as mine. “You promised.”
“I said within reason, gorgeous. And reason has nothing to do with what we’re doing now.”
Irritation crawled up my skin, wondering if it was payback for kissing him in my office. But unlike then, we hadn’t been interrupted or stopped, continuing to tease each other as we struggled to breathe. I pulled back, angling my mouth out of the way so I could look him in the eye with the limited light I had. “Are you just going to turn me on and then go take a cold shower? You know that isn’t going away by itself.” My eyes tipped to the cock straining against the cotton of his boxer briefs.
He shook his head, a smile edging across his lips. “You let me worry about that. And I said I wasn’t going to fuck you; I didn’t say I wasn’t going to make you come.”
With his intentions clear, he pressed his hard length against me. I was wet, already turned on from everything that came before, the friction as he rubbed making me even hotter.
It felt amazing, the gentle roll of his hips teasing me so much I could barely stand it. My head lolled back as my eyes shut, my knees widening to give him better access. “Oooohhhhh mmyyyyy Goddd,” I stuttered out, feeling a finger move to where his cock had been.
My slip had ridden up, exposing my naked lower body while the straps had fallen off my shoulders, no longer containing my breasts. The fabric was completely redundant, but he didn’t stop to take it off, lowering his mouth to lick and suck my nipples as they fought to break free.
He pressed his cock against me again, a wet patch forming on the cotton as he thrust against me. He didn’t stop, his mouth moving to the other breast while his finger circled my clit.
Okay, maybe it was a decent compromise, the disappointment of no sex disappearing as he continued his assault with his lips and hands. “That feels so—”
“Good,” he finished, pushing a finger inside me as his hard-on took over on my clit.
I wanted to touch him and make him feel as good as he was making me. My hand reached out, trying to wedge between us but he shook his head. “And what would you be trying to do? You enjoy trying to make me cave way too much, Presley,” he chuckled.
“Let me touch you,” I moaned, my hand not making any progress. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to be in control.”
“You are, say stop and see what happens.” I felt his grin against my skin.
It was frustrating, the feeling in my body building while I tried to remember what I wanted to do. That’s right, I wanted to touch his cock, to stroke it and get him harder, to drive him as crazy as he was me. But I was definitely not saying stop, not wanting it to end.
It was the best no sex I’d ever had, tingles spreading across my limbs as I fought the urge to close my eyes and give into it. And when he plunged in another finger, I lost the ability to make the choice.
“Jared, don’t stop,” I warned, bucking against his hand and totally ignoring what we were doing was completely one sided. “Oh my God, just like that.”
The pressure of his cock was gone, his fingers getting in deep without the obstruction as his thumb rubbed tight circles against my clit. “Fuck, I love watching you like this.” His voice was raw, rough around the edges, straining with control.