Page 86 of Sigma

I won’t let him pull away, this time.

Now that I’ve found the combination that makes him respond, I keep at it. Swirl my tongue around the head on the upstroke, swallow around him when I take him deep. Stroke him faster with my hand, plunging my touch faster and faster.

He starts to growl, and I feel his hips pushing.

Yes, fuck my mouth.

I don’t say it. I’m too busy to talk.

He finally breaks a little—his hands crown my head, as if he wants to bury them into my hair, but it’s braided. He grunts as I work him faster, and roughly unties the twine binding the braid. Digs his fingers through the mass of blond, shaking the braid loose, and then he wraps the length of my hair around his fists and clutches at my head.

He doesn’t guide my movements, nor does he try to force me deeper. He just holds and follows, and his hips flex harder now. I spit him out and back away, gaze up at him and use just my hands for a moment or two, fast and hard, until his brow furrows and his jaw tenses.

His hips are flexing nonstop now.

Abruptly, I let go of him. Nothing, no touch, no mouth. His groan is exasperated, desperate. His head tilts back but his eyes stay on mine.

“Goddammit, Corinna,” his whisper is ragged.

I palm my breasts and gaze back. “You think I’d tease you like this and not follow through?”

I open my mouth, and lean toward him—his jaw drops open as if encouraging me to follow suit. I hold his eyes as I lean over him, until the last second, when I take him into my mouth. I slide my hands over his ass and hold him, pull at him. He thrusts, once, lightly, and I groan. It’s fake, of course, meant for him. And it works. He thrusts again, and again, and I encourage this with my hands, pulling at the hard bubble of his ass with each thrust. My lips slide along his flesh and his ass tenses under my hands, and he grunts, groans with each thrust.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his voice breaking.

He pulls away, as I’d expected him to, dancing out of my reach and pacing away a few angry, stiff steps. I just remain where I am, on my numb knees.

He stands facing away from me, shoulders hunched, heaving ragged breaths. “Sultry little siren, you are, Corinna,” he murmurs, fists clenched. “You make me crazy.”

I stand up, flex my legs to loosen my knees. Walk over to him. Embrace him from behind, pressing my breasts against his back, lips touching the base of his neck with kisses. I reach around him and find his waiting erection. “Who are you trying to convince with this, Apollo? And what is it you’re trying to say?”

He doesn’t answer. I lift on my toes to watch my hands caress him. He’s panting hard.

“You think by refusing to let me make you come you’re proving something to me? To yourself?” I bite his earlobe. Not exactly gently, either. “Or do youreallythink I’m afraid of what you’ll do when you stop trying to hold yourself back?”

He can’t help himself—he’s close; he thrusts into my hands as I work his cock with two greedy, stroking hands.

“You don’t know me,” he murmurs.

“Not a bit.” I don’t slow. I kiss his neck. “I’m a complete and total fool. I am absolutely being ruled by lust. I know it. I know I’ll likely regret this, at some point.”

“You’re a fool, Corinna. I’m giving you every chance to bail out of this inadvisable course of action.”

“Why?” I let go of him and find his hands. Guide them to my ass. “Don’t you want me?”

“More than is logical.”

“And I’m telling you I want this.”

“I just don’t understand why you would.”

“Me either, and I’d really like to. Maybe I’m just horny.” I writhe against him as I resume caressing his length. “Or maybe I’m horny and attracted to you and I haven’t been with anyone in a quite a while, and maybe something about all this is just turning me on like fucking crazy. Maybe I’m turned by the fact that this whole game between us is so fucked up and wrong and…forbidden.”

“This isn’t what I intended when I bought you here.”

“Oh no?” I feel his hands grip, tighten. “You were hoping, though.”

“In my wildest fantasies, I did not see this happening.”