12. Head on a Spit
HEAD ON A SPIT
ROSALIND
“ D o that again,” I said.
“Again?” Lars asked.
“Yes. Again.”
“You want it like that?”
I snickered. “You sound like you’re asking me how I want you to fuck me. Yes. I want it to do that.”
We worked on the light show, but my mind was in the gutter. Niall’s interruption wasn’t ideal, but I wasn’t swayed from going fur ther before the night’s end. Lars was hyper-focused on this task, though. And the more I signalled we should get up to more, the more resistant he seemed. Was he turned off now? Had the moment gone?
“Well, if that’s the case, you could just repeat it at the next chorus and save yourself some time,” Lars said.
“Okay, well, then copy-paste.”
I gave up being subtle. Growing impatient, I ran my hand up his thigh.
Lars chuckled nervously and pulled my hand back. “Rose, have you learned nothing?”
“I have a one-track mind, and you haven’t gotten off yet.”
“Not now. I’m a sweaty mess.” He didn’t turn from the screen, still focused.
“So am I.”
“Well, I’d rather be… fresh.”
I rolled my eyes. “He’s scared you off?”
“Niall? No,” Lars looked at me. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I do. But I feel wretched in this heat. If I’m going to shag you, I’d like not to be covered in sweat. I most certainly want to fuck you.”
“You don’t seem to want it. You’re not.”
“If I didn’t want to shag you, would I have gone down on you to the point you were dripping down my chin? Would I have bothered to give you not just one—but two—orgasms, Rosalind?”
I shrugged.
“I will have you, just not like this. I want to be at my best. I’m a little anal-retentive.”
I didn’t know if I could believe him. I worried he was sparing my feelings. “You’re just letting me down gently.”
Lars shook his head and gripped my chin, pulling my mouth towards him. His lips met mine forcefully as if with renewed purpose. I threaded my hands through his hair. It was as if he was devouring me slowly. I bit his lip, hungry for him to continue. I thought he’d touch me more. He did, but not in the way I expected.
Lars picked up my hand and ran it down to his hard cock. “I can assure you I will have you, Rose. Do you still doubt me?”
“No,” I said, stroking his erection longingly through his shorts. “But I want you now.”
“Don’t whine,” Lars said. “Whinging gets you nowhere, Rose.”
“It should get me a spanking.”
“Later,” Lars chuckled. “I should go. You’ve got this. You can make it work. We can put it together tomorrow, and it will be ready for the big day.”
“You better fuck me first,” I warned.
“You’re my girlfriend, right? It’s the least I could do.”
His voice was sweet. However, the way his eyes appraised my tits was anything but. He brushed my face with his thumb, tracing it to my collarbone. Then, I shivered as it went lower. My eyes pleaded for him to fuck me.
“My head will be on a spit if I do fuck you, Rosalind.”
“So you won’t?” I winced.
“I will, and I am certain you will be worth my undoing, but another time.”
He kissed me slowly, then headed towards the door. I didn’t understand the level of self-control he exercised. If he were throwing himself at me and didn’t care if I was covered in sweat, I would have fucked him before I could even protest. Lars had a superpower I did not—the power to resist.
“How are you just… don’t you want me to… do something?” I asked.
“It’s called discipline,” Lars joked. “It will be worth it in the end, Rose. Good night.”
He closed the now-fixed door. I had no restraint. I only wanted to be disciplined.