Page 51 of Overtime
She actsnonchalant when she reenters the room, even as she sits back down on my lap straddling me. All the way until her eyes catch on the remote in my hand. That’s when they snap to mine.
“Thisischeating you know.”
“Nah. You’re just sitting on my lap. Several layers of clothes between us. We’re good.”
Her green eyes narrow, and she makes a face like I’m being ridiculous.
“Cheater,” she whispers.
So I press the tiny turquoise button on, using a medium setting, and hear the faint hum a second before she gasps and doubles over.
“Colt! Holy. Fuck.”
I turn it up another notch and she buries her face in my shoulder, little mewling gasping sounds come from her as she digs her fingers into the couch cushion beside me.
“Unfair, unfair, unfair…” she mutters into my skin.
I hit the pause button, and she pulls herself upright again, glaring at me but staying silent.
“What did you call me again?” I mock her.
She stays silent so I flick it back down to the lowest setting and turn it on. She closes her eyes, tilting her head back. Trying hard not to react as her fingers run over her thigh, trying to keep her calm. I turn it up another level.
“Fuck…” she moans. “I hate you. So-fucking-much, St. George.”
I watch her as she rolls her lip between her teeth and her eyes shutter, lost in the moment. I’m torturing myself doing this, watching her react like this without really being the cause of it—unable to touch her.
Her eyes half open again and study me, unamused when she sees the grin on my face. I reach forward even though I shouldn’t, running my thumb over her lower lip, pressing against the plump curve of it as I turn the setting up again and she gasps. Her tongue darts out and she licks the pad of my thumb, her hips starting to rock forward. She slides her lips around the tip of my thumb and sucks for a second before a moan rumbles free from my throat. Her eyes search my face and she grins as I pull my hand back a safe distance.
“You should cave and fuck me. Put me to good use instead of just teasing me to death.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“I wantyouto want to fuck me.”
“Cave, and I will.” I shrug like I’m unaffected, turning the vibrator up another notch.
“Oh my god…” A series of curses rip out of her, and her eyes narrow on me. A glare there like I’ve never seen before just before a smug little smile flits across her face.
She slides forward, her legs spreading wider as she lines her clit up with my cock, making me feel the vibrator through my clothes. I drop the remote and grab her, pulling her close against me, and she starts to rock her hips again.
It feels like fucking torture, the vibration and the friction of her through the fabric. Making me dig my fingers into her thighs as she moves just to try to stay grounded. The look on her face lets me know she’s loving every second of this. She reaches down, pulling the hem of her shirt up over her head and tossing it to the side.
“Jocelyn…” I warn her as I see her hands going for her bra straps. She ignores me and pulls them down, unsnapping the clasp and letting it fall off. “Jesus Christ, what are you doing?”
A wry smile dances over her lips as she leans forward just that touch more, the movement giving me more contact with the vibrator, and my cock can barely take it given how hard I am right now. Her lips go to my ear and her heavy breathing has goosebumps breaking out across my skin.
“Revisiting a memory,” she whispers as her hands go to my shoulders.
“This is beyond cheating,” I warn her.
“Your fault for starting it,” she counters.
My hand slips back over the curve of her hip and thigh, wishing desperately that I could have her naked right now. I lean back and slide further down, too stupid and desperate to stop. It only gives her more access.
A thing she puts to good use immediately, grinding over me in slow torturous circles of her hips. She grins at the admission of weakness on my face as I stare up at her, sliding over me again, her hips rocking and her breasts swaying with the motion. I let out a frustrated groan as I close my eyes, trying to stay sane.
“All you have to do is say the words. Tell me to get on my knees, or strip down and ride you. Anything you want I’m yours. Just say it,” she taunts me mercilessly.
