Page 150 of Hard Rock Tease
“You’ve got such beautiful tits, baby.”
It should have sounded lewd, but hearing those words fall from Jayce’s lips only turned me on more.
He took my nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling and tweaking until they were peaked and red. He placed a final kiss on each of them before moving back to my mouth, capturing my lips. I opened my mouth and let him control the pace.
Jayce placed his hands on the outside of each of my thighs, leaving an imprint of blazing heat. He slowly slid his way up until the tips of his fingers reached the edge of my panties. I let out a sharp breath as his thumbs slipped underneath the band and stroked, finding the grooves in my hips left by the elastic. He slipped my panties down as far as they could go with my knees spread open, far enough that I was stripped down and bare to his gaze.
Jayce pressed a thumb against my clit and my body jerked at the spike of pleasure. I pushed my hips against his hands. I wanted more. I wanted it harder, faster.
Instead, he pulled away. I let out a small whine that turned into a gasp when he ran that same thumb up and down my slit.
“I love how wet you are for me already.”
He teased me, circling my entrance but not going any further. He stroked and caressed until I was squirming, until I was panting. I groaned and tried to push against him, but he held me back with a hand on my hip.
“None of that, baby. We’re going to take it nice and slow.”
I whined in the back of my throat and gripped his arms, flexing my fingers into the hard muscle. He chuckled and bent forward to kiss my neck. He slowly brushed the valley between my slit, pressing down, dipping in but not quite penetrating me. His thumb rubbed and circled my clit the entire time.
I was panting and aching and slippery wet for him when he pulled back. I let out a disappointed moan.
“You’re so hot for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“You want more?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want your hands. I want to feel you touching me.”
“Where? Where do you want it?”
“Inside me. I need to feel you inside me.”
He pushed a finger into me with no warning. I gasped and bucked my hips, almost falling off his lap. He wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me seated. I fell forward and pressed my forehead into the crook of his shoulder and inhaled a shaky breath.
He slid the finger out slowly, then pushed back in again, this time adding a second. He continued sliding his fingers in and out, wringing moans from me. I could feel myself pulsing and squeezing around him, could feel the rasp of his fingers against my inner walls. I was squirming and gulping sobbing breaths, so close, too close, but not able to get there.
“You need something, baby?”
“I-I need to—” I stuttered the words, barely able to speak.
“What do you need?”
“I-I need to come.”
“Are you close?”
I nodded my head vigorously. His eyes narrowed, glittering darkly.
“Beg me.”
“W-what?”
“Beg me to let you come.”
