He shakes his head. “Ava, there’s not a fucking chance on this planet that I’m taking you.”
“Sit down.” I nod to the side of the tub and flick my tongue across the wet head of his huge cock.
He hisses and looks up to the ceiling. “Ava, if you leave me hanging to throw up, I’ll lose my fucking mind.” He thrusts forward gently.
“I won’t.” I don’t know that for sure, but there are other ways to do this. “Sit.” I push him down onto the side of the tub and kneel between his thighs, but I don’t get a chance to be creative.
He grabs my arms. “If I’m sitting on this side, then you’re sitting on the other.” He hits me with a hungry kiss and pulls away panting, his eyes completely smoked out. Anticipation is making my tummy clench. “With your legs wide open.”
I gasp a little, and immediately curse myself for it. He’s luring me in to that place where he takes all control. He’s goading me with those eyes, which are full of promise and pleasure, daring me to refuse. Slipping his hands under my arms, he lifts me to my feet before gently pushing me back. I find my place and rest my bum on the edge of the giant tub. It’s hard under my wet flesh, not that I’m particularly concerned. I can’t seem to focus on anything, other than this man sitting opposite me, all smoldering and hard. Then he runs his tongue across his bottom lip, and I find myself mimicking him.
“Lick your fingers, Ava,” he orders. He’s in dominant Jesse mode. I know there will be no hard fuck to wrap this up, but it’s that look, that stance, that commanding tone.
I take my fingers to my mouth and slide them between my lips, slowly and precisely, never removing my eyes from his. I couldn’t if I tried. The usual addictiveness is hard enough to pull away from, but when they are all hooded, his lashes fanned and hunger oozing from them…impossible.
“Slide your hand down your front,” he says roughly. “Slowly.”
I comply and lazily drag my palm down my body, brushing my nipples and skimming my stomach until I arrive at the juncture of my thighs.
“Stop.” He rips his eyes from mine and they wander down, taking their time, drinking in his asset before they reach my hand. “One finger, baby. Slowly slide one finger in.”
Doing as I’m instructed, I insert one finger on a deep inhale of breath.
“Remember, that’s mine.” He flicks his eyes to mine. “So be gentle with it.”
Those words, the way he says them, and the fact that he absolutely means them, pushes me to close my eyes and mentally gather my wits.
“Eyes, Ava.”
Using breathing exercises to try and calm myself down, I follow through on his order.
“Good girl.” He reaches down and takes a loose hold of himself. My heart rate multiplies. “Taste.”
I don’t feel shy. I never have, no matter what he does or asks me to do. My hand glides back up my body, and then I slowly, seductively, teasingly slide my finger into my mouth and shamelessly moan as I do.
“Good?” He’s drawing easy strokes of his arousal as he watches me. It’s sending me wild with want, but I know that I’m not moving from this side of the tub. I know who has the power.
I give him heavy, lustful eyes as I lick and suck around my finger, working myself up into a desperate wreck of trembling nerves.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He jerks a little and pauses with his lazy rhythm, seeming to gather his own wits. “Fucking hell, Ava.”
Knowing his self-control is slipping, I take advantage and drift back down to my entrance, scissoring my fingers and beginning a measured, meticulous caressing of myself. My back arches, my legs spread farther, and my head rolls on a groan. I’m rippling all over and releasing uncontrolled bursts of breath as my pleasure builds with my own rhythmic touch.
“Damn it, Ava. Look at me,” he hisses. My eyes and head drop at his command. He’s tipping the edge, too. His body has solidified and his fist is working firmer and faster. This only encourages me, my own fingers speeding up, my own body tensing. “You’re close, baby.”
“Yes!” I’m losing it.
“Oh Jesus, not yet. Control it.”
“I can’t!” I shout, the thought of him stopping this making me panic slightly. I’m brimming. It’s coming. “Oh God!”
“Ava, fuck, control it!” Now his fist is moving urgently, his head is rolling, but he’s keeping those greens right on me.
I attempt everything. I tense all over, my legs splashing the water as I jerk and fight the convulsions riding through me. “Jesse,” I cry desperately. The buzzing at my core is getting out of control.