Page 85 of Revere

“Enjoying the view?” He tips my chin up, forcing my gaze away from his cock.

“Yes.” I wrap my soapy hand around it, and he groans.

Slowly, I stroke down until I’m cupping his balls. At that, he plants a hand on the tile behind me, catching himself.

“What are you doing to me, baby?” He looks down at me, caging me against the shower wall.

A drip of water falls from the tip of his nose to my cheek as I stare up into his green eyes.

What am I doing to him?

Better yet, what’s he doing to me?

He groans as I grip his balls tighter, pressing on the firm spot that makes him growl. Before Jacob, I knew nothing about men’s sexual needs. And I suppose I still don’t know everything. But I’m learning as much as I can about Jacob. What makes him groan. What makes him fuck me harder. What makes his knees buckle.

I’ve always been a good student. When I’m interested in a subject, I pay attention to every detail. I study hard. Which is exactly why I stroke the underside of his cock while gripping him tighter, knowing it will make him lose control.

“Fuck.” He grits his teeth, barely hanging on.

I love having this power over him and holding him there. Basking in how desperate he is for me.

“How was your meeting?” I slide my hand down his shaft.

“I don’t want to talk about meetings right now.” His fists clench against the tile.

“Why not?” I arch my back, grazing my nipples against his chest to tease him. “Are you having trouble focusing?”

“Just a little.”

“I like that I can distract you,” I admit, sounding more vulnerable than I planned to.

Jacob pushes the underside of my chin with his thumb, tipping my face to his. “You’re the only one who can.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.” I stroke him again, and his jaw clenches. “Is a distraction what you need when you’re working? Are you going to be able to think straight when you interview Vance Osentago if I’m sitting beside you, Professor?”

He growls as I grip him tighter. “Don’t worry. I’ll be ready.”

“Are you sure?” I run my palm down his length until his knees wobble. “I was reading today that the most recent coroner reports showed that Vance likely started with the victim’s ears. Your notes were missing that detail. Maybe you aren’t as ready as you think you are.”

“Are you really talking about dismemberment with your hand wrapped around my cock?”

“You know criminal psychology turns me on.” I tease him.

He grabs my hand where I’m holding him, stroking. But when he reaches for my pussy, I pull my hips back.

“I’m playing with you right now.”

“And I’m not allowed to touch you while you do that?”

I shake my head. “You’ll distract me. I want to make you feel good.”

“Is that so?” He smirks. “You want control, Patience?”

I nod.

“Okay.” He plants his hands flat on the tile wall on either side of my head. “Do as you wish.”

That has my grip tightening, and his smile falters at the pleasure of me stroking him. With one hand, I reach down and grab his balls, stroking his cock with the other. The entire time, he stares into my eyes.