Page 35 of Final Temptation
God, he looks so desperate for me.
His blue eyes turned dark, like the ocean. Light brown locks were disheveled under a backward trucker hat, and his cock was already straining behind his dark blue jeans. My gaze roamed over every inch of him, and I didn’t even need Myles naked to get off on the way he looked. His stare and presence alone would be enough to get the job done.
“Where do you want me to use it first?” I asked, offering him an ounce of control.
“Your tits.” His answer was immediate. In a way, it seemed like he had already played this entire scene out in his mind. I reveled in his knowledge when it came to this particular toy. He knew it was a toy that imitated a man’s mouth on your nipples or your clit. A toy that would make you close your eyes, imagining it washimnipping and sucking at your most sensitive parts.
Maybe there are perks to his experience.
Instead of saying anything back to him, I followed his direction. My thumb had been hovering over the on button for what seemed like minutes. Finally, I pressed down, the vibrations coming to life. I could feel my pussy throbbing, reacting to the sound, and I was eager to have it latch right onto my clit, sucking it into another universe.
Before I got too ahead of myself, I had Myles’ request to fulfill. I hovered the device over one of my nipples, the vibration on the lowest pressure. I needed to work myself up to anything higher than level one.
The suction latched on to my nipple, and my back instantly arched at the sensation. I gazed up at Myles, noticing his palm gripping the bulge behind his jeans. Myteeth sank into my lower lip at the thought of him, rock hard, watching me touch myself.
I didn’t think my nipples could get any harder than they were.
“Does that feel good, Princess?” Myles asked, his grip tightening over his cock.
“So good. I’m imagining it’s your mouth on me.” My face blushed at the dirty talk.
“It can be, you know; I can easily reach over this ledge and fuck you with my fingers while I have my mouth on your tits.” His words were filthy, and I was eating up every single one of them.
I moved the pleasure to my other nipple.
“As tempting as that is, Rebel, watching you squirm gets me so hot.” My hand curved over my inner thigh, finding the wetness between my legs.
“You enjoy torturing me, Soph?” His eyes lowered, finding my fingers toying with my clit.
More than anything.
I nodded.
The suction on my tit was almost too much; I needed to feel this same sensation between my legs.
“Use the toy on your pussy baby, I want to see you come undone.”
My breath was already picking up, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on.
As I moved the rose below the water to my aching core, Myles stood up.
What is he doing?
He watched me intently, his eyes never straying from the toy. Releasing his hand from his jean-covered cock, his fingers inched toward the button. Quickly, he unfastened it, followed by the zipper. I could see the relief wash over hisface as he gave his cock more breathing room. I had yet to see him behind his clothes, and in this moment, I was pleading inside my head, wishing he would tear his boxers down.
As if he read my mind, he gripped his cock inside his boxers and asked,“Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” I let out in a breathy moan, the toy still sucking me in all the right places. I needed to occupy my other hand so I wouldn’t be tempted to grab hold of him.
My fingers crawled back up my chest, toying with my tits as he lowered his boxers. With just a dusting of hair at the base, his cock jutted out, in all its massive glory. I could see just how swollen his head was, begging for release.
His hand moved over his tip, using the bead of precum to stroke himself up and down, torturously slow.
His head fell back for a brief moment, only long enough to bask in the enjoyment for a few seconds before his eyes flew back to my body.
God, the way his hand moved over his cock, he was so confident.
So, fucking hot.
