He was panting hard and his eyes were hooded.
I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything so sexy.
“Tell me more while you touch my dick.” He shoved me off of him and onto my back again, but this time, he wasn’t trying to refuse me.
I watched with bated breath as he stripped off his pants and shirt then straddled me, slowly sliding up my body, dragging his t-shirt up so that it revealed my breasts. He groaned in longing when he saw them, but didn’t touch. That’s when I knew I was in for a hell of a night.
Andros was into self-denial. He would last a damn long time.
He planted his knees around my shoulders and then fisted his dick in his hand. It was as thick as he was, veins popping from the sides, the head dripping with precum. I leaned forward to lick the tip, but he pushed back on my shoulder.
“Tell me something first,” he ordered, his breathing ragged.
I stared up at his eyes as I said, “In middle school, before you went off to an academy, there was a girl named Charla. She had a blog and a shithead of a father.”
Andros’ eyebrows jerked up in surprise.
“She also had a massive crush on the boy who constantly gave up the lunch his grandma packed for him.”
Andros was completely still, but my eyes filled with tears, just remembering Charla’s various posts. “She wrote a lot about you. Might even have been as obsessed as I was. But knowing you were that selfless … learning that was the kind of guy you were, or wanted to be, it made me cry. It made you perfect.”
Andros’ hand was on the back of my head not a second later, his dick pressing against my lips. I opened and it slid inside. “Fuck, Hayley, fuck.”
I slid my hands up his thighs and then gently scratched down, like I’d wanted to do all night. At the same time, I increased the suction on him. I couldn’t take him very deep in this position, but he didn’t seem to mind. He gently pumped his hips back and forth a little, fucking my face.
The noises he made drove me insane. I was already turned on, but when I looked up and saw his abs flexing over me, felt his hand tighten in my hair whenever I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, watched his pecs shudder in pleasure—all of that made me even wetter than I’d been. I spread my legs wantonly.
But there was nothing and no one there to touch me, yet. I sucked harder, shoving my head up the tiniest bit so Andros could get a better angle and get deeper. He did and I reveled in how the headboard creaked as he clenched his fist around it while he used my mouth.
“Just like that, Hayley, stay right there baby, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Andros ripped himself out of my mouth and panted as he loomed over me for a second. I tried to reach for him, but he released the headboard and swatted my hand away. “No.”
“But—”
“It’s your turn.”
I shut the hell up then. I wanted my turn so badly that my feet were already sliding back and forth against the sheets, toes curling. The fact that he’d fucked my face was so dirty and it had turned me on so much that I was betting I’d explode from a single swipe of his fingers.
I think he knew that. Because as he slid down my body, he avoided the area between my legs all together. He let his lips dance over my neck, teasing as his fingers traced up and down my sides.
“More,” I begged.
“Not yet,” he growled, swiping his five o’clock shadow over my neck in a move that made my body pulse with lust. “If you spied on me enough, you must have seen—”
“Your sex tapes? Yeah. Saw those a few times,” I breathed.
He tweaked a nipple and my back arched up. But he released it too soon. “How many times?” he questioned.
“A lot. Okay? I dunno how many times.” They had been hot, so hot that I had used them instead of porn on more than one occasion.
I reached for his torso but he grabbed both my hands and pinned them together in one of his. He held them by his chest as he growled, “It’s my playtime. And if you watched those videos, you’ll know, you’re not allowed to move.”
He slowly lowered my linked hands until