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Sugar(40)
Author: Lydia Michaels

“What?”

“I told you to keep your hands above your head.”

He opened his mouth to object but snapped it shut when I raised a challenging brow. His arms lifted back to the cushion and he let out a heavy breath. My mouth returned to his nipple, this time closing around the tight tip and biting the way he bit and teased mine.

He grunted. Most men weren’t used to having their nipples toyed with, and I never understood why. They could actually draw quite a bit of pleasure from nipple play. My body shivered thinking of all the sexy things I could do to him there.

I gently closed my teeth over the rigid point and pulled until I heard him hiss in a breath.

“Avery. Careful.”

I smirked, remembering how sensitive he was the last time I pinched him. “You can take it.”

My hand dragged over his stomach until my fingers circled his other areola, my tongue tormenting and playing a game of will it be pleasure or pain. I pinched the tip and pulled.

“Fuck, that hurts!”

“Should I stop?” My tongue swirled to ease the pain, and he shivered.

“I thought we were going to do something else.”

“We will.” I released his nipple, blew over the damp flesh, and moved my mouth to his other one. “Once you’ve earned it.”

He groaned but kept his hands in place above his head.

I played with him for a good ten minutes, really making him wait for more. The longer I teased, switching from one nipple to the other, the more he found pleasure in the slight pain. By the time I was ready to move on, his chest was heaving, lifting his swollen nipples toward my mouth, and arching his back off the couch as if silently begging for more.

“Good boy.”

I petted a hand down his flat stomach and sat on my heels. His arms were still resting behind his head, cheeks flushed, and his cock dark with arousal, a thick vein embossed along the side.

I tilted my head, considering how I wanted to proceed. His eyes darkened to the deep blue of a midnight sky, and his breathing grew labored.

“You’re torturing me.”

“I know. But you’re being very good. I think you earned a reward.”

Curling my fingers, I scratched my fingernails up his thighs and released a slow breath along the length of his cock. His body twitched, and I grinned. My hand slid over his hips, and I cupped his balls.

“Somebody’s been manscaping.”

He shut his eyes, a dark flush working across his neck and chest.

“You have a beautiful cock, Noah. Should I put it in my mouth?”

“Yes.”

He forgot the magic word.

I massaged his balls, still not touching his dick, I waited. Pre-come seeped from the tip, and I blew warm air over his length. My mouth brushed the smooth crown, moisture transferring from his hot skin to my mouth, and he groaned.

Looking up so he could see my eyes, I slowly licked my lips. “Mmm.”

“Fuck, Avery, you’re killing me.”

I almost had him saying the words I needed to hear. This was exactly how it was meant to be. Me in charge, him at my mercy. “Tell me what you want.”

“Suck my cock.”

I tsked. “You have to ask.”

“Will you suck my cock?”

“Nicely.”

His eyes narrowed as the word pressed through his teeth. “Please.”

“Please, what, Noah?”

His lips tightened, his jaw noticeably locking as muscles in his face twitched. “Will you please suck my cock, Avery?”

“I love it when a man begs.” My mouth closed over his flesh, taking him deep to the back of my throat.

He arched, his body bowing with the elegance of a musical instrument as he groaned in pleasure. My fist stroked with every pull of my lips and glided down with every mouthful.

His knees drew up, and he let out a string of curse words. I worked quickly, driving him to the point of near explosion, showing him how nice I could be when he did as I said. And then I sat up.

He looked ready to scream, his stormy eyes wide and his face tight. “Why’d you stop?”

I held the silence, treasuring the anticipation, bathing in his needy desire as it swaddled me like a hot blanket. I wished I could fuck him, but that was too intimate, too personal. This was exactly what I’d been needing, exactly what had been missing the last time we hooked up.

“Tell me how much you want me to keep going.”

“Avery.”

“Noah.”

We faced off for several seconds, and then he huffed out a frustrated breath. “I need you to keep going. Please. I wanna come.”

I bet he did. Lowering my mouth, I opened my jaw, rewarding him for being so compliant and straightforward, and letting me take the reins.

With a few tugs of my fist, his dick pulsed heavily over my tongue and his balls tightened in my hand. My eyes watered, his thick cock pressing deeper still.

A hand closed over the back of my head as he groaned and my concentration faltered. His fingers tangled in my hair, and my mind screamed. He was doing it again! Stealing my control!

I jerked my head back, glaring down at him. “Your hands are supposed to be up there.”

“What? Sorry. Don’t stop.”

Breathing heavily, my jaw locked. He returned one arm behind his head and held his cock with his free hand, stroking to keep himself rolling toward the climax that I was giving him.

I smacked his arm, shoving his hand off his dick. “Do you want to do it yourself?”

He frowned. “No, I want you to keep doing what you were doing. It felt amazing.”

“I know it did. I was doing fine without your help. Why did you have to touch me?”

He scoffed. “Because I like touching you. Don’t ruin this.”

I wasn’t ruining it.

“I bet you’d just love to hold a fistful of my hair and fuck my mouth. Maybe pin me against a wall, so I have nowhere to go but down on you.”

“Now, we’re talking.”

“Well, that’s not how I do it! If you want that, go find a different girl. If you want me, get your hand out of the way and let me finish what I started.”

“Why do you have so many rules?”

I drew in a slow breath. “You know what, you ruined it. Make yourself come. I’m out.”

“What?” His shoulders shot off the couch.

I folded my arms in front of my chest and raised a brow. “Make yourself come.”

“Are you fucking serious? Avery—”

“Haven’t you ever jerked off in front of anyone?” This could actually be more fun than the blowjob.

He scowled. “If I wanted to jerk off I’d be home doing it right now. I want your mouth back on my dick.”

“Well, you should have followed directions better. I want to see you come and I want you to say my name when you do. I wonder which one of us is going to get what we want?”

His eyes narrowed in challenge. I unlatched my bra and tossed it onto the floor, waiting him out. I had all night.

“I’ll need my hands.”

That little hint of seeking approval tightened my nipples, and I sighed. “You have my permission to touch yourself.”

His gaze held mine as his hand gripped his cock, stroking as if every slow glide of his fist was somehow meant to reach my skin. “This is what does it for you?”

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