Page 53 of Boys Who Hunt
“Oh fuck,” I murmur, my head tilting back.
“Hands behind your back,” she whispers into my ear.
When I do, she slips my belt off my pants and loops it around my wrists and the chair, sealing me in.
Suddenly, she gets off me, leaving me high and dry, and I’m almost tempted to get up with the whole chair attached to my body, but she points and says, “Stay.”
That’s all I need, like a goddamn fucker on a leash.
“You want to watch?” She raises a brow as she sits down on the table opposite of me. “Then watch.”
She raises her skirt and parts her legs, revealing her panties, which she swiftly slides aside. My mouth begins to water at the sight of that delectable pussy, wet and glistening with need.
Good God, the amount of begging I would do to get a taste of that.
She starts rubbing herself right in front of me while keeping her gaze fixated on me, almost as if to tell me something. As if she wants me to know she holds all the power. And I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t true.
“You want this?” she asks.
I nod, mouth wide open, tongue running along my lips. “Fuck yes, I want it so badly.”
She circles her most sensitive spot, spreading her juices all over, and my hard-on bounces in response. “Beg.”
“Please …” I murmur.
“More.”
The more she circles her slit, the more I feel like a starved man. “Please, I need it.”
“Need what?”
“You. I need you.” I whimper while my dick still bounces up and down from what she’s doing to herself. “Please. Let me have you.”
Her downturned lips curl upward into a smile as she continues playing with herself, her fingers rolling around her clit until it’s swollen.
My saliva practically rolls off my tongue, and when she actually sticks a finger inside, I’m lost.
“I can’t take this. Please.”
Still, I don’t move.
“Show me how badly you want this then. Come for me without touching yourself.”
I’m so close. If she’d touch me just once, I’d explode all over her.
She dips in and out, spreading wetness all over before rubbing her most sensitive spot once again, her breathing growing more rapid with every passing second. My tip oozes pre-cum, and I can feel my desperation to release building inside me.
“Please, I wanna come,” I mewl, my hard-on bobbing up and down. “Please. Touch me.”
“No,” she groans, still circling around her most sensitive spot while forcing me to watch. “You wanted to watch? Then watch me come.”
Her fingers go faster and faster until finally, a soft moan escapes her lips, and I can literally see her drip all over the table. The view sends me over the edge, and I moan loudly as cum bursts out, spurting all over the floor and my pants. But it’s still not nearly enough to satiate my desire for her.
“Fuck,” I groan with frustration from the half-finished orgasm.
She smiles wickedly and gets off the table, pulling down her skirt again. “Now you know what it feels like.”
I’m out of breath. “What do you mean?”