Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,50

to do was move a few inches south and he’d be touching exactly where I wanted him to. I wiggled, hoping he’d get the point, and his knowing laugh told me he did.

“Patience,” he murmured before placing an open-mouthed kiss on my abdomen.

“I’m an impatient man,” I groaned as his moved lower to lave at my belly button. When his tongue dipped inside, my eyes flew open as I arched my back off the bed. Holy fuck, since when was my bellybutton such a sensitive area? Maybe the long hair and soft beard on my skin had something to do with it.

He was working his way lower, and the butterflies that’d been nesting in my stomach started to take flight. But they had nothing to do with nerves and more to do with anticipation. I was eager and excited to see what Stellan was going to do with that wicked mouth of his and hopeful I lasted long enough to enjoy it. The only fear I had was that at the rate I was going, I’d explode at the first touch of his tongue. He brushed his fingers against my pelvic bone a few times, causing my body to tremble in response, and then promptly removed his hand. My whimper of protest was loud as it ricocheted off the thin walls.

“Just wait, baby. We’re only getting started.” His words were delicious and promising as he stood at the foot of the bed. I kept my eyes on him as he grabbed my hips and then gave me another command. “Lift.”

With the butterflies flapping their wings against my stomach, I lifted my hips. In one motion, Stellan stripped my pants off my hips, down my legs, and dropped them on the floor. I was lying there completely naked while he was still fully clothed. Something about that dynamic turned me on even more, and I was shocked over not feeling vulnerable.

“No underwear?” He mused thickly.

I shrugged. “Not when I wear sweatpants,” I explained, keeping to myself that I’d hoped they’d be coming off soon, anyway.

Stellan made me feel wanted and desirable with just a single look, and his lips and fingers just cemented those emotions. Leaning down, his hair tickled my thighs as he nuzzled the closely cropped hair surrounding my shaft. I squirmed as his beard brushed against my cock, wanting him to grab it with his hand or even put it in his mouth, but he ignored my cues. Instead, his locked his eyes on mine before sticking out his tongue to run it over my pelvic bone.

“Fuck,” I said with a gasp as my dick got even harder. I didn’t think that was even possible, and the pressure was so intense it was almost painful.

“Not yet. I have something else in mind for you tonight,” he reminded me as he moved to the other side.

“Then do it,” I pleaded before reaching down to take my cock in my hand.

Before I could grasp my dick, Stellan pushed my hand away and placed it firmly on the bed. “No touching.”

“But…” I protested and dug my fingers into the comforter.

“I promise, I’m going to take such good care of you, you won’t need to touch anything but the bed.”

That wasn’t exactly true, because I needed to touch him. But I trusted him to keep his word, so I relaxed my head back against the pillow and closed my eyes when I felt warm lips on my inner thigh. It was agonizing that he was moving farther away from where I really wanted him, but I had to remind myself he knew what he was doing—I was the inexperienced one.

Warm fingers encircled my cock, and I squeezed my eyes shut at feeling him finally touch me how I wanted. His grip was strong as he slowly pumped his hand, and my jaw went slack with a low moan. When his thumb brushed against the tip of my dick and smeared the precum on my steely shaft, I nearly jackknifed off the bed. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more, and I hadn’t realized I’d vocalized my needs until I heard Stellan’s raspy laugh.

“You want more?” he asked thickly.

“Yes, p-please.”

“What do you want?” he asked as he continued to lazily pump his hand.

“Y-your mouth.”

“What about my mouth? I need a little more detail than that.”

It was hard to form a coherent thought, especially when another hand decided to join the party and cupped my balls. Fuck me, maybe I didn’t want his mouth