But I wasn't in a hurry, and while he might hate me just a little bit for what I was about to do, he would thank me later.
Walking back toward him, I uncapped the bottle and poured a hefty amount into my palm, then went back on my knees between his legs. His cock looked red, angry, the head begging to be touched.
So I did.
I wrapped my hand around him and started stroking him, curling my wrist up and down until the veins on his neck started bulging out and his mouth popped open. Just as his hips started moving together with my strokes, I pulled my hand backand pulled down his balls, stopping him from coming.
"Fuuuuuck!" The muscles on his abdomen rippled as I held him down, his entire body shaking as the aftermath of a ruined orgasm ran through him. "What. The. Fuck."
Nicolas was panting, looking at me as if he was seeing me for the first time, and before he had a chance to say anything, I went back down on him again.
And again.
And fucking again until his moans and his pleas echoed around us and his body shook from the need to come.
"I need to come," he whispered. "Please, please, please," my good boy begged, eyes wide and desperate for it. "Please, Ajla. Please."
But it wasn't enough. Not yet.
I dragged my finger over his balls, right underneath towards the line leading to his anus. His eyes widened but he didn't say a thing as my lubed finger dragged over the puckered opening. I almost expected him to stop me. I almost expected him to tell me to get lost, but instead he lifted his hips, giving me better access.
The Cheshire grin on my face should've been filmed, but as I wrapped my fingers aroundhis cock and started stroking while at the same time running my finger over his rim, he fucking lost it.
"Please," he begged brokenly. His cheeks were flushed, lips wide open as he looked down at me.
My pussy was soaking the boxers he gave me to sleep in, and unable to stop myself, I pulled my hand from his cock and pushed it underneath the elastic band of the boxers and all the way to my pussy.
My clit begged to be touched as my juices ran down my legs.
His eyes locked in on where my hand was, and just like me looking at him, he was unable to tear his eyes away from me.
"God, you're so fucking hot," he moaned as I lightly dragged my finger from his opening to his balls, and up to the vein running on the underside of his cock. "And I want to fuck you so badly."
"Do you?" I moaned as I pushed one finger inside. "How badly do you want to fuck me?"
"I'm fucking desperate," he groaned, moving his hips, seeking friction from my finger. "Please." He looked at my eyes. "Please, let me come. Let me fuck you. Let me... Fuck!" he yelled out as I clenched my fingers around his base.
"You want to come, Nico?"
"Fuck, yes!"
"Hmmm," I pulled my hand from my underwear and stood up, walking toward the bed. Taking one of the condoms from the drawer, I turned toward him and opened the pack. "Are you going to be a good boy and let me come first?"
He looked at the condom, then at me, then back at the condom. "Y–Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Fuck," he groaned. "I'm sure. Just… let me. Please, let me come. Let us come."
Pulling out the condom, I dragged it over his cock while he shivered, then walked to his back, holding onto his shoulders. My nails raked over his back, over his upper arms and his forearms, landing on his wrists, held with the belt. Red welts marred his skin, but not enough to draw blood, and as I unbuckled him, I brought my lips to his ear.
"Then fuck me like you fucking hate me, Nico."
He jumped from the chair and turned toward me, his eyes wild, desperate, needy. And as he picked me up like I weighed nothing, pressing me against the wall, I wondered if maybe I shouldn't have pushed him so far toward the edge.
But God, I wanted him to snap.
And now I got it.