Stephanie Julian - No Reservations

“You do that.”

Turning her attention back to what her fingers were doing, she watched as they traced the line of dark hair that arrowed from his belly to his groin. She brushed it, petted him, and made his cock strain even harder against his zipper.

As she traced the waistband of his jeans from the front to the back, she raised all the hair on his body by the time she returned to the button and worked it free.

The head of his cock leaped at the chance to escape and, when she tugged down the zipper, he practically burst out of his boxers.

He waited with baited breath for her to touch him, to take his cock in her hands and jerk him off. He wanted to tell her what to do but he remembered his earlier words. “Whatever you want.”

Apparently what she wanted was to drive him crazy, because instead of touching him, she grabbed the sides of his jeans and pushed them down his legs.

Since he’d already taken off his shoes, he didn’t have to fumble around when she said, “Kick those off.”

With his jeans in a pile by his feet, he felt strangely exposed, which didn’t make a bit of sense. But the feeling fled when he saw how she stared at him—with enough heat in her eyes to blister paint.

“Now I want you to sit on the couch, arms across the back.”

He didn’t obey right away, couldn’t force himself to blindly follow her commands. It just wasn’t in him.

But when she raised one curved brow at him and crossed her arms over her chest, he realized this was a game to her. Not a dominance play.

He crossed the few feet to the couch and sat back down, just as she’d asked.

“There now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Her voice held a sweet-as-sugar tone that made him grin as he held her gaze.

“I guess we’ll just have to see if the reward is worth it.”

With deliberate steps, she approached the couch. “Spread your legs.”

Again, he waited until she raised her eyebrows.

“You know”—she put her hands on her hips, making that tiny white shirt gape even more—“if you don’t listen, I’m not going to reward you.”

“Reward me for what?”

“For being a good boy.”

He did smile then, which she returned with a sly grin. “Then it better be one hell of a good reward because I am being one hell of a good boy right now.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

He couldn’t stop grinning at the pleasure he saw on her face. She was having a good time and he didn’t want anything to get in the way of that.

With a slight dip of his head, he spread his legs.

Hell, it was reward enough to watch her go to her knees between his. Then she moved closer.

He held his breath as she reached for him, praying this time she’d give his cock some relief. Instead, she reached for his underwear. She tugged and maneuvered until she’d exposed his shaft.

The heat of her breath brushed against the ultrasensitive tip, making his cock quiver. He grabbed hold of the cushions with both hands so he didn’t grab for her.

She didn’t do anything other than sit there for several seconds, staring at his straining erection. He swore if she didn’t touch him soon, he’d come just from the anticipation.

Finally, she reached for him . . .

But only to splay her hands on his chest.

He bit back a groan as she kneaded his pecs then sank her fingernails lightly into his skin and dragged them down his body.

He nearly came off the couch when she scraped along the sensitive area on either side of the root of his cock. And with his underwear still caught around his thighs, he couldn’t widen his legs any more to silently beg her to scrape those nails on his balls.

“Kate.”

Her name emerged as a groan, making her grin widen.

“Don’t worry, Tyler. I won’t leave you high and dry.”

“Then suck me.”

“Ah, ah, ah. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

She did lean forward though and blew a cool stream of air over the head of his cock. He bit back another groan and nearly ripped the cushions to pieces.

With her nails and her breath, she whipped him into a frenzy without touching that vital organ. Fluid seeped from the tip, a drop that rolled down the shaft.

He closed his eyes—

And her lips closed around the head.

Christ, that mouth. He groaned, low and deep.

Heaven. Absolute heaven.

She sucked on the tip with delicate greed, one hand wrapping around the shaft, the other working its way between his legs to cup his balls.

As her fingernails scraped at that tender flesh, goose bumps rose all over his body and even more blood rushed to his cock.

She focused on the head for long minutes, licking and sucking, until finally she couldn’t seem to hold back and took him all the way to the back of her throat.

His hips came off the cushions, seeking more depth. He couldn’t help himself. She didn’t seem to mind.

Her rhythm picked up now, her head bobbing faster and faster until he thought she’d make him come in her mouth.

At the very last second, she pulled off, nearly gasping for air.

With passion-glazed eyes, she scrambled to her feet before crawling onto the couch, one thigh on either side of his. Pulling a condom from God-knows-where, she covered him quickly, her hands trembling.

But there was no fumbling as she positioned his cock straight into the air and sank down on it in one, smooth motion.

She was so slick, he felt no resistance at all.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

She leaned in to rest her forehead against his. “You do that to me, Tyler. Only you. Now move.”

Buried deep inside her, he almost didn’t want to. He could come just from the tight grip of her pussy.

But she needed friction.

Gripping her hips, he lifted her up then let gravity take its course. She slid down with a moan, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. He let her stay there for several seconds, not wanting to rush.

But Kate obviously had other plans.

She rocked forward then rolled back, making his eyes roll back in his head. “Jesus, Kate. You do that again and I won’t be responsible for not getting you off before I come.”

She slid one hand into his hair and tugged. “Then you’d better learn a little self-control, because this time I’m in charge.”

Her words felt like an erotic slap against his senses and his body responded with a surge of blood to his cock.

Clamping down on his instinctive urge to take over, he let his head fall back so he could look at her.

Her eyes were half open and glazed with lust though he knew she watched him. Her teeth clamped into her bottom lip and she did that rock-and-roll again and nearly made his eyes cross.

Forcing his eyes to remain open, he watched her work herself into a higher state of ecstasy with each movement.

And watching her sharpened his attention to a laser’s precision.

He noticed every breathless sigh each time his cock pressed against a particularly sensitive area inside her. Noticed how she’d hitch in a short breath when she sank down on him and took him deep. How her movement increased as her eyes closed.

She appeared lost in her own world, but her fingers kneaded his shoulder and his scalp, and when she leaned forward, she licked at his earlobe before nipping it.

“You feel so amazing inside me.” Her words, whispered in his ear, felt like she’d wrapped a fist around his lungs and squeezed. His balls tightened and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

On her next downward slide, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down. Hard.

She gasped, her eyes flying open to stare into his.

When he was sure he had her complete attention, he gripped her hips even tighter and slowly drew her upward. Not far enough that his cock slipped out, but to the point that she was stretched around the widest part of him.

Then he held her there while he started to thrust. It took some effort on his part but it was worth it. The position hit different angles inside her and one in particular made her gasp.

With his control beginning to unravel, he worked with a single-minded purpose—to make her come.

If he gave himself a raging case of blue balls until then, so be it.

Every gasp she made, every time she tried to wriggle out of his hold made him that much more determined.

The balance of power had shifted and she seemed to know it.

She didn’t say a word as she held on while he pounded into her, both of them reaching for something they hadn’t known they needed.

Something still just out of reach.

“Tyler, oh, my God. Just—”

He shifted her a half centimeter forward.

“Yes!” she cried out, her fingers biting painfully into his shoulder as she came.

He couldn’t stop, continued to thrust until she practically melted around him.

When she finally released his shoulder and lay limp against his chest, he brought her down one more time, sank as deep as he could go, and came with a deep groan and a sense of pure satisfaction.

Kate needed a shower but was too wiped out to move.

She knew if she asked the man who’d made her like this to clean her up, he’d be on his feet and have her in the bathroom in two seconds flat.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to move just yet.

Lying here, she felt his cock continue to twitch deep inside and it brought a smile to her lips. Beneath her ear, she heard his heart thundering and his chest rose and fell like he’d just finished sprinting up twenty flights of steps.