Page 69 of Minus

“You or Minus?”

“Who do you want?” he asked.

I bit my lip. “I had Jase earlier… so…. Minus, please.”

His eyes darkened with desire and he slid his hands to my neck. My heart raced, and I licked my lips in anticipation as he kissed me again, before helping me remove my boots and socks. He kicked his off, then removed his shirt and I ran my hands over his chest, his rock-hard abs heady to the touch.

He kissed me again, then his lips moved to my neck, while a hand went to the hem of my shirt and pulled it off in one quick swoop. He pulled one bra cup down, scraping a nail across my nipple before leaning down to draw my nipple into his mouth. I gasped as he blew gently where he’d sucked, feeling the bud tighten as he sucked again.

I felt the clasp of my bra give and then Jase slid it down my arms. “Gorgeous, baby,” he whispered as he cupped each breast and kissed me again.

My hand went to the waistband of his jeans and I unbuttoned the top and slid the zipper down, feeling his hard length against my hand. I slipped my hand under his boxer briefs to cup him, wrapping my hand around him and squeezing gently.

“Fuck, that feels incredible.”

I smiled, running my hand up and down his length until he pulled my hand away.

“Want this to last, baby.”

He kissed me quickly as he pushed my jeans and panties from my hips. I lost all coherent thought after that as he slid his hand between my legs and grinned. “Already wet.”

I nodded and then gasped as he dragged my wetness to my clit with his finger. In the middle of the room was a circular bench, and he led me to it, sitting and pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, and he fisted his cock, then guided it inside of me.

Slowly.

Gently.

I took his face in my hands. “What are you doing…Minus?”

He grinned. “Fucking you.”

“This isn’t fucking, Jase,” I argued.

“I beg to differ. My dick’s hard, it’s inside your warm, wet pussy… usually, there’s a hell of a lot less chatter, but I’m pretty sure we’re doin’ it right,” he retorted.

I leaned in closer. “You’re being…nice. In case you didn’t get the memo, I’d like Jase to go away for a bit.”

He glanced at something over my head, then met my eyes again. “You want Minus, Cricket?”

“Yes, please.” Lifting me off his lap, I almost cried to lose his cock. “Minus.”

“Stay there. Don’t turn around,” he ordered.

I stayed, my pussy contracting with need. “Jase,” I hissed.

“Jase isn’t here, remember?” His breath whispered over my skin and I shivered. “Hands on the back of the bench, Cricket. Legs spread.”

I didn’t ask why; I just did as I was told. Something soft and cool slid down my back and I arched into it.

“I said, spread,” Minus growled and a sting hit my ass.

I cried out as I spread my legs wider.

His front hit my back and he gripped my hip. “What Ihave here, baby, is a riding crop. English riders use them to make their horses obey.”

I bit my lip as he slid it up one thigh, then the other, before running it between my slick folds. “Oh, God,” I rasped.

The crop hit my ass again and I squeaked quietly.

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