Cheesy on the Eyes by Teagan Hunter Page 0,49
to wise up and realize this is a bad decision.
“Take it off.”
Her pupils dilate at my command, and she rubs her legs together like she can’t stand the ache forming there.
Who would have guessed Thea has a submissive side?
I step away from her, watching with rapt attention as she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. She tosses the material to the floor, then puts her hands on her hips, pushing her coveralls down to her ankles and stepping out of them.
She stands before me in nothing but her underwear, and my balls start to grow heavy with anticipation of what’s to come.
“All of it.”
Fuck. My voice sounds rough even to my ears.
She hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slides them down her legs…slowly, like the torturous wench she is, and I watch the fabric shift inch by fucking inch like the masochist I am.
“Now you undress,” she tells me.
I smirk. “Oh, Thea. That’s not how this works.”
I stalk toward her, pressing into her until her back hits the bench. I ghost my mouth along her cheek until my lips are at her ear as I skate my hand up her body, pausing to pinch her still-hard-as-hell nipples. I crawl my fingers up her body until I’m curling my hand over her throat, applying just enough pressure to let her know who’s in charge.
“I’ll be the one calling the shots here. You’ll listen. Got it?”
I have a feeling she’s not normally one to be pushed around in bed, but something is sparking to life inside her, and she acknowledges my command with a nod.
I slide my hand around the back of her head, wrapping her short locks around my fist and pulling her in for a hot, hard kiss. Sweeping my tongue into her mouth, swirling it around hers, I can feel her knees begin to tremble, and I know she’s longing for more.
I glide my free hand down her body in soft, unhurried touches. I know it’s killing her, her heart pounding in her chest as it moves rapidly up and down…and up and down again. She wants me to hurry, but I won’t give in that easily.
I brush my fingers over her mound, and she arches onto her tiptoes, throbbing for more.
I pull my hand away and she groans, her heels falling back down to the ground.
With a snicker, I return my teasing hand.
Slowly, I inch downward, sliding one finger along her heat and oh fucking hell. She’s so soft…so needy. I bet her pussy tastes just as good as the rest of her.
Unable to resist a taste, I bring my finger to my mouth, licking her off my digit as she watches with wide, lust-filled eyes.
I slip my hand back between her legs, brushing a finger over her sensitive clit. She nearly falls to her knees, and I have to hold her to me tighter to keep her from falling.
Wanting to watch as I enter for the first time, I pull my mouth from hers, resting my head against her temple but keeping my grip on her hair.
I look down as I rub a finger over her clit in small, agonizing circles. I can feel the precum starting to leak from my cock, and a part of me wants to toss her onto the bench and fuck her senseless, but the other wants to make her sweat a little longer.
“P-Please,” she whimpers.
I give in, pressing a single digit inside, and she sighs with relief.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” she asks, her voice dry and cracked as I stroke her gently.
“Maybe.”
“Sully—”
She cries out when I pull my finger from her core, but I silence her with a kiss as I lift her back onto the bench. She curls her arms around my neck, pulling me close.
I don’t break our connection as I work to undo my jeans, pushing my pants down just enough to free my aching cock. Wrapping my hand around my length, I stroke myself a few times, rubbing the precum around my head.
Wrenching my mouth from hers, I drag Thea to the edge of the bench and pull her arms from around me, laying them flat against the bench on either side of her legs.
“Those stay there. No matter how hard I’m fucking you, they stay.”
She looks up at me, her eyes glassy with want, and she nods.
I step into her, and she wraps her legs loosely around my waist as I grip my cock and press against her