Black Ties and White Lies(57)

“You just told me I couldn’t.”

My hand pauses. “I changed my mind. Now do as you're told and play with yourself.”

Her cheeks flush, the tender skin already slightly pink from the sting of the wind earlier.

I raise my eyebrows at her, tucking my cock back into my boxers for a moment. I lean forward, watching her expectantly.

For a few moments, neither one of us moves as she watches me, completely unsure. Finally, her hand snakes up her thigh and slides against the wetness. My mind is taken back the morning I walked into her room and found her moaning my name in her sleep. No matter how many times she wants to deny it, I know she was getting off to a dream of me. She’d been writhing against one of her pillows in a way that had made my cock raise to attention.

Her pointer finger rubs up and down against her slit.

“I want you to get yourself off as you think of me. This time, you won’t have any choice but to admit that it’s me that has your pussy so wet and needy. You lied when you said you weren’t fantasizing about me in your dreams, now I’m not going to give you any other option but to come apart in front of me, my name falling from your lips in pure pleasure.”

She circles her clit. Every nerve in my body wants to spring off the bed and touch her for myself, but I resist the temptation. I need to see her do this, to admit that I drive her fucking wild, even when I’m not touching her. It’s the same thing she’s done to me. Her small little hand has never touched my cock, and I’ve fantasized about her way too much for it to be healthy.

“Why don’t you come here and do it?” She taunts me by rocking back and forth against her hand, her finger slipping inside her.

I smile, leaning forward. “Is that you begging?”

“Please come fuck me Beck,” she pants, her finger picking up pace inside her. Her other hand begins to get in on the action, rubbing one of her nipples between her thumb and pointer finger. “I’m sorry I’ve made you wait.”

“Good girl,” I say. “That’s a good start to it.”

Her eyes are hooded as she watches me. “I’m close,” she admits, rocking back and forth even faster. She grinds against her own hand, trying to get the friction she wants but it must not be enough yet.

I watch her closely, my fingers twitching to take the spot of hers. Her hair falls down her shoulders, brushing up against her perfect peaked nipples as her hips sway in a perfect rhythm.

I can’t wait to fuck her. I’m going to mar the perfect olive skin of her body, leaving my mark by bites and sucks. I’m going to pound into her so hard that she’ll feel me for days. I’ll make her knees weak from taking me over and over again.

My hips lift off the bed just enough for me to slide my boxers down my thighs. l let them fall to the ground, my cock springing up eagerly.

Her breaths pick up, a moan falling from her lips. She’s about to come. But I’m not ready for her to finish yet.

“Now beg for me to let you come.”

Her fingers don’t stop, and she doesn’t give any indication she’s going to do as she’s told. She rocks back and forth against her hand, so close to an orgasm that she refuses to relent.

“Margo,” I warn. “Stop or you’re not going to be getting anything from me tonight. That little finger of yours better do a damn good job at getting you off for the night if you don’t listen to me right fucking now. Because that’s all you’re going to get if you don’t do as you’re told.”

She throws her head back with a groan, but her finger stops pushing inside her. She slides it out, rubbing the wetness against the inside of her thigh.

“I want you to beg for me to let you come,” I repeat.

“Even if I’m the one doing it?”

“Yes.”

“That doesn’t seem fair.”

“What isn’t fair is how long you pretended that this wasn’t inevitable.”

“I need to come,” she pants, her fingers inching closer to the spot she wants me most. “I told you I’m sorry for making you wait. I don’t know what I was thinking. Now please, Beck, I need to make myself come or I need you to do it.”

“Let me watch you make yourself come apart, baby. As long as you fucking moan my name while doing it.”

This time she coaxes two fingers inside her, moaning as she pushes them as deep as they will go.

“Imagine that’s me fucking you, Margo."

Her eyes flutter closed as my hand finds my cock once again. If I wasn’t so determined to fuck her all night until she can’t walk tomorrow, then I’d finish just by watching her come. “I’m stroking my cock, imagining what it’ll be like to feel your pussy greedily take me.”

“Oh god,” she moans, her body shuddering with pleasure.

I shake my head. “No, I told you I wanted you to moan my name when you come. God isn’t the one making you dripping wet all over your hand.”

“Beck…” The hand that cups her breast trembles as she kneads at the tender skin.

“I’ve thought about all the different ways I’ll slide into you.”

“Tell me how,” she pants. She presses her fingers against her clit, rubbing in circles as her hips move side to side.

I smirk, matching her pace and stroking my cock with a faster pace. “Every meal we’ve had together at that kitchen counter or at the dining table, I’ve imagined myself propping you on the table and making you the meal instead. I’ve thought about all the places I’d lick and taste before I’d pull you to the edge and rail into you.”