Chapter 17 #2
Her hands move to my ass, nails digging in to the point it’s painful. I probably deserve it, but getting a rise out of her is just my way.
“Dream on, baby.”
Her dropping that word on me brings a smile to my face. Everything with her is challenging and easy all at the same time. I can’t figure out why it works, but it just does.
She takes me into her mouth again, this time with a renewed vigor that sends a shockwave of pleasure through my body.
Her head bobs, taking me deeper with each motion.
Her tongue works magic, swirling and licking.
The pressure is right there. Right at the base of my cock.
I don’t need much, but I want this to last a hell of a lot longer.
I have to resist. Hold back. Her nails dig into my ass.
The sting heightens every sensation. I groan, pump my hips into her face.
Her eyes hold mine, bold and undaunting.
When a hand loosens from my ass cheek, I grunt in relief.
Yet when it finds its way around the top of my balls, gripping them in a choke hold.
My cock slips from her mouth, but her hand doesn’t loosen.
“I was close.”
The whine is heavy in my voice. Her mouth is glistening, and her tongue flicks the tip. Teasing, sexy, and intentional.
“I know.”
That little sinner.
Her mouth returns. Her tongue presses firmly against the underside of my shaft as she begins to move, slowly at first, then building momentum. She moans around me, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
Her eyes never leave mine. It’s erotic and intimate. My connection to her grows with every new experience we share. I hope she feels the same. With her strangling my balls, her nails still at my ass, the pressure to come starts over. Building at the base of my spine.
My balls are tingling again.
My cock is harder than before.
I hit the back of her throat. She relaxes, allowing me to slide even further in. Grunts and groans are flooding out of me. We set a pace, give and take. Thrusting and swallowing.
It’s fucking heavenly.
My orgasm is so fucking close that my focus blurs, not seeing her as sharply anymore. Then she pops off, squeezes the shit out of my balls, and kills my orgasm.
“What the hell, Babs?”
She licks her lips. Flashes me a wicked smile and rubs my ass to soothe away the pain and my frustration.
“You don’t like being edged?”
The taunting tone gets me even more frustrated. She knows exactly what the fuck she’s doing.
“Never in the history of the planet has a guy ever liked to be edged.”
My cock is softening. My balls have a dull ache with the buildup and pull back of now two orgasms. My ass has permanent indentations from her claw nails that so gently swirled her clit. Yet I get pain, hurt, and edging.
“What the hell?”
My voice rises when she doesn’t answer. I grab her hand from my ass, squeeze it once, and release it. I don’t know if I should get myself off. Ask her to finish blowing me. Pick her up and fuck her bare against the wall, or walk the fuck out of here with a raging case of blue balls.
Her smile only grows wider. More wicked as she looks up at me from her knees.
“You only live once, Hollister. And today, you’re living on my terms.”
I shake my head, completely confused. This is part of a game? Her game? What’s happening?
“I don’t know what you’re even talking about.”
Admitting that aloud sounds like defeat. Suddenly, I don’t want to play with her anymore. It’s turning into a mind fuck. That’s the last thing I want. My hand cups under her armpit, helping her to her feet.
The smirk falls from her face. Replaced by a surprised look as those dark eyes stare through me.
“I thought I was giving in return?”
Her hands reach for me, seeking connection. I catch them in mine, clasp them together, and hold them in front of her.
“I thought so too.”
My cock is deflated along with my ego. Usually, I’m in charge with women. At least sexually. But not with Babs. I’m the one with the dick, but she’s the cock. She sees the shift in my demeanor, and her expression softens.
“Hollister, I was just having a bit of fun. I didn’t mean to actually upset you.”
I release her hands, stepping back to create some space between us.
“Fun at my expense. I get it. You’re good at games, Barbara. Better than me.”
She reaches out, her fingers brushing against my chest.
“That’s not what this is about. I just wanted to draw it out, to make it last. I didn’t want it to be over so quickly.”
I run a hand through my hair, frustration ebbing slightly at her touch.
I thought I could handle her. Last night and today, I’ve never been on such rocky ground.
Massimo’s comments from earlier run through my mind.
But maybe I rushed this. Maybe I’m catching feelings way too quickly.
I’ve overblown this whole thing into something else.
I like her, but I’m hoping to grow this, and she’s playing me for a fool.
Fuck that.
“Well, congratulations. It’s not over quickly. It’s just over.”
Her eyes widen in surprise as I yank up my pants and step away. Picking up the bows from the floor, I hang them back on the wall. Her hand touches my bicep when I’m done.
I turn to face her.
“You don’t mean that,” she rushed out, reaching for her necklace and coming in contact with mine. She fingers the shape for a second before her hand falls away.
I shrug, not sure what I mean anymore.
“Maybe I mean we should just stop. It’s all fun and games until it’s not.” I step away from her, picking up the dress and handing it to her. While she’s dressing, I continue. “It’s not fair.”
I can’t just turn it off and on with her. Her edging me seems more punishing than playful. More importantly, she determines our pace and what happens. Leaving me clueless and looking like a love-starved idiot, which I won’t do.
Needing a moment to regroup, I walk over to the bar at the end of the range.
It’s early as hell for a whiskey, but I pour one anyway.
If I can’t get off, at least I can get drunk.
Maybe Em is the only one who has it all figured out.
Get shitfaced with a bachelorette group, get laid, and go home.
Sans digging imaginary worms out of my stomach.
I down half of it. The liquid burns down my throat, but does nothing to dispel the negativity growing in my heart after being taken for a fool. Taken for granted. One thing I don’t do is second-guess myself, yet that’s all I’ve been doing since meeting her.
If it weren’t bad enough, I’ve been intentionally lying to Dominic. Not outright, but stalking his mom behind his back. Now seeing her and doing unthinkable things with her. Hiding, lying, and being deceptive all over the place. The guilt from my actions is flooding in and overtaking my thoughts.
Who’s the fucking fool now?