Page 179 of Even Exchange

When I click on the vibrator, the buzz fills the room, and I place it against my nipple, the other instantly hardening. Noah’s lips part, eyes hooded with lust as he watches me, unable to mutter a single word.

Stepping forward, I place my free hand on his shoulder and straddle my legs over his. I ease myself onto his lap, dragging the toy down my chest. My hand grazes his erection as I guide the silicone friend to my sex, and he shudders. Our eyes meet as it lands on my clit, and I whimper.

His shoulders struggle as he tries to free himself, with no success of course. His eyes fall between us, and he groans. “You’re incredible.”

What’s incredible is how he makes me feel.

I coat the toy with my arousal, my veins flushing with heat. Pushing to my tiptoes, I grip his shoulder, align my entrance with his cock, and lower myself, hissing as his tip stretches me open.Focus. Mission. Torture.His lips quiver, breathing shaky, and I fight for my own oxygen. When I sink all the way down, the breath is expelled from my lungs, and his mouth falls open, begging to be stuffed.

Grinning, I bring the vibrator between us. “Suck,” I tell him, and his eyes flare with desire. This is the kinkiest shit I’ve ever done, and I think it may have changed my brain chemistry.

Noah opens his mouth wide, places it over the toy, and swirls his tongue around.Fuck. Why is this so hot?

He hums, eyes fluttering shut, and I rotate my hips, grinding against him needily while he sucks it clean. I remove it from his mouth, and he licks his lips, gaze meeting mine. He jerks his hips, thrusting deeper. “Now come for me,soffione.”

“Nah.” I giggle, pulling off him, and his eyes widen.

“What the fuck do you mean…nah?” He groans as I slip off his lap. “Char, I can’t take this much longer.”

My stomach sinks. “Are you not enjoying it?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “The problem is I’m enjoying ittoomuch.”

“Oh.” I beam, and a thrill runs through me. “Good. Because I have an experiment I’d like to perform.”

His jaw ticks. “Care to share with the class?”

“Hypothesis: if Noah Caruso gets worked up enough, he’ll come without me touching him.”

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.”

“It’s in the name of science.” I smirk, dropping to my knees before him and shuffling backwards. Leaning against the dresser, I spread my legs, giving him an unobstructed view.

With one hand I palm my tit, the other teasing my clit with the vibrator. I’m already so pent-up, a wave of pleasure racks through me, and I struggle to focus.

“Charlotte,” he warns, jaw ticking, reminding me of the mission.

“Use your words, honey,” I say, bringing the vibrator to my entrance. It’s not as thick as he is, but it’ll do the trick. Shoving it inside, I moan loudly, really making a show of it. “Noah,” I whine, the same way I did in the truck, but he can’t silence me with my panties this time. “Yes!” I cry, grinding against the vibrator exaggeratedly.“So good.”My eyes find his, and if looks could kill, his says he’d fuck me to my grave right now. “You look so pretty tied up for me.” His face flushes, shoulders shaking as he struggles against the restraint. “I’m so proud of you for listening. Such a good boy.”

“Cazzo,” he groans with a shudder. “Fuck.” He looks down, and I follow his line of sight, lips parting open in satisfaction. His cock twitches as white liquid shoots out.

“Oh my god!” I squeal, my arousal soaring, bringing me close to the edge myself.

His eyes meet mine, and I’m intoxicated. Knowing I have the power to make this man release without even touching him is euphoria.

I feel powerful. Incredible.

“Untie me,” he demands, leaving no room for argument. “Now.”

I remove the vibrator, clicking it off, and toss it to the side. “Only if you promise to continue being a good boy.” He nods enthusiastically, holding my gaze as I stand and round the chair, grabbing the rope between his wrists. Yanking it softly, I bring my lips to his ear and whisper, “Are you gonna be a good boy?”

“Yes,” he pants.

“Yes, what?”

“Woman,” he growls.

“Yes,what?”

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