The Trade(70)

“You’re not answering the question.”

“I know.”

He lifts from the bed and stretches his hands above his head. Like a shameless voyeur, I take in his powerful chest, watch when he twists, and how his muscles bunch and retract. Corded strength wrap around his ribs, his arms, his stomach. No doubt, the sexiest body I’ve ever seen, especially when my eyes dip past the small trail of hair that leads to his waistline, straight to the semi-hard erection in his briefs. From the press of the tight fabric of his boxer briefs, I can see the crown of his cock and it drives me forward, making me want to take him into his mouth.

While he’s still stretching, I reach out and pass my thumb over the crown.

“Ah, fuck, Natalie.” He releases his stretch and takes a step away. “You’re going to make it worse.”

“Then let me make it better.”

Lips pressed tightly together, he shakes head. “We can’t be late.”

Why is he being so stubborn? Does he have a dick disease or something? Is that why he doesn’t want me touching his cock? No, that can’t be true, because he almost let me ride him bare last night when he gruffly spoke into my ear, telling me to use him.

Well, if he won’t let me touch him, maybe I’ll make this worse, because there is something he’s not telling me and it’s driving me crazy. Wouldn’t any other man be inside me by now? Especially if I reached down to touch his cock, naked and in bed. Am I doing something wrong?

Then I look back and see it. Cory is guarding himself, being picky about who touches who and I have no idea why. I try to read him, but all I see in those soulful blue eyes of his is want. So why is he holding back?

Standing tall, I stretch as well and peek at him as his eyes float up and down my body, his cock growing even bigger. That’s what I thought.

Turning around, knowing I have a good asset behind me, I bend over the bed and start fluffing the comforter, giving him a direct view of my backside. My very naked backside.

“You’re right, we should get ready.” I glance over my shoulder, and his eyes are trained on my ass, his hand passes over his open mouth. He wants me, right there, in that very early morning look, I can see that he wants me, so I spread my legs apart a little more. “Do you want to shower first?”

He doesn’t answer. I don’t even think he’s listening. So I take that moment to dip my upper half down onto the bed, sticking my ass straight in the air. He stutters forward, his hand reaching out, his mind undecisive. He pulls back and then pulls on the back of his head. I very lightly twerk my ass, causing another growl to rumble up his chest and this time, when he reaches out, his hand connects with my ass and he steps up behind me.

“God, your hand is so large. I love how it feels sliding across my body.”

“Natalie,” he says on a choked gasp. “We need to pack.” He says this while bringing his other hand to my backside as well, and then one of them floats up and down my spine.

The touch, my position, his strained effort to hold back, all it does is turn me on even more and I know for a fact if he reached between my legs, I’d be ready for him, for anything he wanted to do to me.

“How can I pack when I’m desperately wet right now?”

“Are . . . you?” he asks, his hand floating down over the globe of my ass to my hip and then around to the front where he runs one finger along my slit. That little touch puts fire in my veins and ignites a wave of need I’ve never experienced before. My skin ignites and my hips grind into his finger while a moan falls past my lips. “Shit, you’re so goddamn wet.”

“Please don’t leave me like this, Cory. Please let me feel you.”

I don’t have to look behind me to know he’s shaking his head, I can feel it. “No penetration.”

I want to ask why. I want to demand him to take his boxers off and let me feel him inside me, but from how restrained he’s been, I don’t want to ruin my chances of feeling indescribable pleasure again now. “Then rub against me, through your briefs. I want to feel your hard cock, Cory.”

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, moving his hand back to my hip. “The mouth on you.”

“I know what I want and I want to feel that cock of yours. Please, Cory.” I never spoke to Ansel like this. Never. Cory brings this side of me out.

Grunting, his fingers curl into my hips and he steps in even closer until his covered length presses against me.

“God, yes,” I moan, taking the initiative to rub myself up and down his length. His fingers grow tighter but he doesn’t stop me. Just like last night, I repeat his words back to him. “Use me,” I say. “Use my warmth to get off.”

“Never,” he says, still letting me rub up against him. “I’ll never use you, Natalie.” And I know it’s a comment not meant for this moment but meant for something more serious from the tone of his voice and the way desperation laces it. I want to dive deeper, ask him what he means by that, but with every pass of his cock over me, I feel my body build closer to orgasm.

“Feels so good,” I say, moving faster. “Does it feel good for you?”

“Fucking incredible,” he answers on a grunt, taking charge now and moving my hips up and down. “So fucking good. So wet. So incredible.”

“I want to know what it feels like to have you like this, but deep inside me, your hands on my tits, twisting my nipples like you did last night.”