Page 55 of Pretty Obsessed

“Touch me.”

He took one single agonizing step towards me. “Where?”

So simple a word but laced with so much under the surface.

“Anywhere. I need your hands on me.” Where had this desperation come from? I felt it in my bones.

Carefully he placed his hands on my hips. “Here?”

My eyes fell half closed, even the small amount of contact soothing. “Yes.”

“Nowhere else?” His voice carried amusement.

“Everywhere.” I grabbed his shirt, and I didn’t know what had gotten into me. “I don’t like when you’re far away.”

“Do you know how much I like hearing that, dearest?” He ghosted his lips along my jaw.

I pressed into them, seeking more. “It’s not insane?”

“If it is, I don’t care.” He grabbed under my ass, making me gasp and lifting me onto the counter. “I want to blow you again.”

“Yes!”

“You sure aren’t hard to convince.” He ducked his head under my shirt, finding my abs. “Good thing you’re a willing participant. I need to keep practicing. I don’t want to be terrible at it.”

“The way you kiss tells me you’ll never be terrible at it.”

“Oh does it now?” He smiled into my skin, making me ache.

“But you’re not allowed to come.” He hooked a finger in my sweats, sliding them down to expose my hard-on.

“Don’t like the idea of cum in your mouth?” I said through a gasp, fighting every urge in my body as he took his sweet time getting near my cock.

“No, that greatly appeals to me. I can’t wait to feel every pulse as you come down my throat. But I have other plans for you right now.” He whispered the words, slow between licks and sucks. Leaving me hanging on every one.

“What plans?” I pushed my fingers into his hair, trying to urge him lower.

He resisted, sneaking a glance at me. “Yes. I’m going to make you beg for my cock.”

“What do you mean beg for it?”

He nodded then dipped his head, sucking on just my tip.

“Who said I beg…” I would beg, but did I just give in? Or did I draw it out.

“Do you like just the tip?”

“Yes,” I said through a heavy breath. “But what does that have to do with begging?”

“But you want more right? Or should I stay like this?” He slid his tongue over my slit, making me throb.

“Of course I want more— Fuck.” I hadn’t recognized it until now, but at some point sex with him had turned from new and intense into demanding and passionate.

He took another inch of me. But not further, holding my gaze as he bobbed just the first two inches of me into his mouth before backing off. “I’m only going to give you the tip of my cock, in and out, and you’re not allowed to touch yourself. If you want more you’re going to have to ask for every single inch.”

I would, too.

“Do you understand the rules?” He took me in his mouth again.

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