“Look at you,” he purred. “We’ve been on this call, what? Under a minute? And you’re already ready to beg like I’ve been edging you for hours.” He said that like it turned him on so much, he wanted to eat me alive. Or maybe that was me being so turned on, I wished he would.
“Do you have any idea how much fun I could have with you?” he asked, sounding far too calm and collected. “If I had hours on end with no chance of anyone hearing us or catching us? Fucking hell, Jack…” His eyelids fluttered shut and he squirmed. “A locked door. All my toys within reach. All the time in the world to make you fall to pieces.” He exhaled hard as he slid his hand out from behind his head. When his hand disappeared out of the frame, my pulse ticked up impossibly higher. From the motion of his shoulder and the way he bit his lip… I could guess. I could envision. Fuck, I wanted my own hand on that dick again. Or my mouth. Or him drilling into?—
“Jack,” he murmured, yanking my focus back to his eyes. “Would you enjoy that? If we could just take our time and?—”
“I think you’d kill me.” The words tumbled out of my mouth.
His laugh was almost soundless. “I mean, not on purpose. But what a way to go, don’t you think? Tied down and?—”
“No,” I said sharply as cold water shot through me.
Devon tensed, his shoulder stilling as his eyes widened. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Not…” I shook my head, struggling to find my breath. “Not tied down. No, uh… None of that.”
“Not into bondage?”
“No.”
“Okay.” He gave a single nod. “No bondage.”
I couldn’t describe the rush of relief at those words. We weren’t even doing anything—not physically, anyway—but his immediate course correction made me dizzy in a whole different way.
“No bondage,” he whispered again. “You’ll just do what I tell you. No ropes.” He licked his lips. “I’ll put you on your knees, and you’ll stay there because I tell you to.”
“Fuck, yeah,” I murmured, sliding back into that briefly interrupted fog of need and frustration.
“You’d like that?”
Licking my lips, I nodded. “Yes.”
His eyebrow flicked upward.
“Yes,Sir,” I corrected without thought, and my own words and his grin of approval made my spine tingle.
“Good boy.” His shoulder was moving again, and my mind’s eye filled in his hand doing what I wished mine could be—stroking his fully hard cock. I wanted him doing the same to mine. Christ, I needed some frictionyesterday.
“All the time in the world,” Devon continued. “I’ll put you on your knees. Mark that gorgeous skin every way I can think of. Fuck your mouth.” He closed his eyes again, and when they fluttered open, he moaned, “Your mouth is so good, Jack.”
I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips.
“Mmm, you are so hot when you’re frustrated.” His shoulder moved faster, and his words came out more strained. “You know what I’d do after I finished torturing you for hours?”
My mouth had gone dry, but I managed, “What?”
He grinned again, eyes narrowing as he looked right at me. “I’d fuck you.” He closed his eyes and groaned, and oh, hell, he had to be on the edge. I knew that voice, that hitch of his breath—he was riding that edge, ready to come at any moment while I lay here unable to touch myself.
“I’d fuck you,” he said again. “And I’d make you beg for more and more while I kept riding that ass. I’d make you cry from pain, and then again from how much you wanted to be fucked and how much you wanted to come.” His voice was shaky now—he was so close. So, so damn close.
“Please let me come,” I murmured before I could stop myself. “Devon…”
He met me with heavy-lidded eyes, that grin evil and sadistic. “Mmm, yeah, that’s exactly how you’d beg for it.”
“I’m begging for it now,” I whined without a shred of self-consciousness. I was beyond pride or dignity at this point. As turned on as I was, I had a feeling I was about to find out if it was possible for someone to talk me into an orgasm without either of us touching me.
No. No, he hasn’t given permission yet. Don’t come, damn it.
I let my head thunk back against the headboard as another frustrated sound escaped my throat.