Page 29 of Cocky Tech God

“Now take off your shirt.”

The room went from playful to serious really quick. She wasn’t smiling anymore, and I wasn’t either. I was hard as a fucking rock, and ready for us to be touching and naked. So, I slipped off my shirt, letting it fall. The swoosh of material hit the floor.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. With a sway of her hips, she edged closer to me. Her palms lifted to my abdomen, hard and constricting under her fingertips. She sighed, her eyes meeting mine.

“You’re killing me.” I growled deep in my throat. This was too much to take. I wanted action. I wanted to touch her.

I wrapped my fingers around her wrists, holding her steady against me.

She yanked away. “Hands behind your back.”

“God, Lucia.” I swung my hands behind my back.

Kill me now. I’d have fared better than this absolute torture.

She trailed her fingers down the ridges of my abs straight to my ever-growing erection.

I groaned. “Fuck.” My eyes closed.

“What? You don’t like that?” She teased.

“I want to be inside you.” Facts were facts.

“Not yet, Hans.” She purred deep in her throat. “Not yet.”

My breath hitched with each stroke. She knew exactly how to touch me. Firm. Commanding. Promising of what was to come. I lolled my head back. She was in charge of me. No question. And I was even more intoxicated to be under her control. Her power was palpable. Even though I could so easily overpower her, this was more exciting. She owned me.

Before me, she dropped to her knees.

Every part of me halted. “Lucia?”

“Shhh.” She unzipped my shorts in a slow loosening of material and my sense of reality. She met my gaze from her position below, and released the band so that my shorts fell around my feet.

I yanked down my boxer briefs, the action making me breathless. No more submission. I was going to be an active participant. But she stopped my hands with her own. I held them at my sides, and she gripped me tight. I moaned.

She leaned in, her eyes falling on me. I was thick and pulsing in her hand. Time stopped. The air stopped. In the second before she put her mouth on me, I thought I’d die.

“What are you doing there, Mendez?” The silly question barely came out between the throb of lust down south and the loud, rapids of blood sounding between my ears.

She looked up with soft, lust-filled eyes. “I’m about to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

I growled and every muscle in my body tensed. But with each inch she drew me into her mouth, my muscles loosened. Oh God. I tried to pull back because I didn’t want to fall over the edge this fast, but Lucia didn’t allow it. She held me in place, strong and steady. As small as she was, the woman was a tank, solid and powerful.

“Do you like this?” She broke contact for only a moment, her eyes lazy and drunk.

“That can’t be a fucking real question, Luci.” I wanted to put my hands on her, but I refrained with some level of herculean inner strength and kept my hands behind my back. My legs turned to jelly with a release that was only a hair trigger away. “You’re making me insane.”

She swirled her tongue around me as if my admission was her cue to go harder. Over and over, she put pressure on me in the best way, giving rise to the tension from within.

“I’m going to come,” I roared, losing all control, and releasing my hands to grasp her shoulders. I was literally one torturous second away from coming undone. But she stopped.

I released her, my breath growing increasingly ragged. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because I can.” A sly smile curved her too-perfect mouth.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

No more play time. No more submission. I was ready to show her what it was like to be with me.