Page 19 of Stand Your Ground

“Use a little teeth.”

“There you go.”

“Circle my clit with your tongue.”

“Now suck.”

“That’s it.”

“Harder.”

“Faster.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t stop.”

He moaned and panted with every command, every praise, his body growing more and more rigid under mine the closer he got me to release. And when I felt like he’d taken the lesson I’d provided, I gave him what he’d worked so hard for.

I let my eyes flutter shut, let my head fall back and my mind turn off. I was no longer teacher. I wastaker. My lips parted, a low moan rumbling out of me as I plucked at my nipples and let myself sink lower onto Carter’s face.

He groaned, the sound vibrating through me, and I ground my hips harder.

“Suck my clit,” I breathed. “Little pulses. Don’t fucking stop.”

When he surrounded my clit with his lips and did as I asked, my orgasm began to crest. Tingles started in my toes and slowly raced up my legs, body buzzing, blood humming. Carter sucked in rhythmic pulses just like I’d asked, and I fucked his face hard, reminding him who was in control.

And this was the part I loved most.

When a sub was working hard for me, when my pleasure was at the forefront of their mind, when I was revered and cherished.

“Such a good boy,” I purred. “You want me to come?”

No answer but for him to suck harder, meeting my urgency. I smiled and rolled my hips harder, faster, chasing my release.

And that’s when I noticed it.

I wasn’t the only one tensing.

Carter’s abs were strung tight, flexing in labored twitches. His work between my legs was just as good as before, but I could tell it was harder for him now. His thighs were taut. His toes were curling.

He was trying not to come.

His breath caught, a groan vibrating my cunt again. It felt delicious, and the way he was sucking my clit, the sight of him nearly losing control just from tasting me.

It was all I needed.

“Hold it,” I warned him as I found my release, but as I let go, as I fucked his face harder and moaned and let the wave take me under, he broke.

My first moan had him drawn tight, his hot breath choking out of him against my pussy. He didn’t let up, didn’t stop pleasuring me, but when I moaned again and fully succumbed to my orgasm, he followed right behind me.

The sight of his cock jumping, cum spurting over his abdomen, made me come harder. I smiled at the view, rocking against his mouth as fire licked at my nerves. It felt so fucking good to orgasm, but what felt evenbetterwas to watch Carter come without so much as a single fucking touch.

I got off on the power, on the fact that he couldn’t fucking help himself even though he’d tried. I watched each spray of cum paint his abs and chest with a wicked grin, and I didn’t let up, didn’t stop using him until the last of my release had faded.

All the sound in the room came back slowly — first, our labored breaths, and then the trip hop, the crackling of the fire. I was still riding his face, softer now, more leisurely, my smile impossible to contain as I rasped out a low laugh.

“You’ve made a mess.”