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“Jake,” I began but he held out a hand to stop me. It was like he was barely holding onto his sanity. I realized that his eyes were still trained on my spread thighs and I slowly pulled my fingers out. He threw his head back and muttered a curse under his breath.
He slowly stood to his feet and I watched as he closed the distance between us and took my fingers into his mouth. He licked them clean and just like that, I was wet again. My orgasm was nowhere close to enough and I wanted him. I opened my mouth to speak but he shot me a dark look that had the words dying in my throat.
“So let me get this straight,” he began after he released my fingers with a pop. “I was busy with work and you decided to be a brat because of it.”
“You ignored me. You barely even looked at me,” I was well aware that I sounded like a child but I didn’t care. He was rude and I was simply returning the favor.
“You don’t get to be a fucking brat when you want to, Hayley,” he muttered before pulling back to look at me. “But fuck me, because I love it when you’re a brat. Do you know why?” I shook my head. “I get to punish you.”
He pulled back from me and dragged one of the chairs so he was directly in front of the couch. I had no idea what he was doing but I watched every more carefully. As soon as he was seated, he pulled me to my feet and turned me around so I was facing the chair. I bit my bottom lip as I saw the mess I had left on his pristine couch.
“That wasn’t very nice, was it?” he murmured from behind as he pulled my robe off my body. He ran his hands down my spine then back up to my shoulder before pulling me down to sit on his lap. “I have a proposition for you.”
“What kind?” I asked trying to rock against his thigh because being pressed against his body had me clenching around air but his hands held my hips hostage.
“I know that wasn’t enough for you, you’re already dripping against my thigh and I haven’t even touched you. Do you want me to make you feel good?” I nodded but that wasn’t what he wanted. “Use your words, baby girl.”
“Yes,” I managed out.
“Good, now sit on my fingers.”
I was shocked by the order but I was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I lifted my hips enough to slide down onto two of his fingers. I felt that stretch I so desperately craved. I threw my head back in a silent moan and Jake hissed harshly. He placed soft kisses on my neck but he didn’t move his fingers.
“Jake, please,” I whined trying to get some friction but he wasn’t budging.
“You don’t always get your way, Hayley,” his free hand slid up my back before pushing me down so that my face was against the couch. “Clean that up. It would be a shame to have that mess there when I have visitors over.”
“If I do that, will you make me cum?” I asked in a soft voice and he laughed humorlessly.
“That’s not how this works, baby. You didn’t need me before so you clearly don’t need me now. You’re going to clean that mess with my fingers inside of you and when you’re done, I can decide if you were good enough to cum.”
“That’s not fair,” I pouted and he pulled his fingers out almost completely before plunging them back in.
“Life isn’t fair, now clean up your fucking mess.”
I could only imagine how obscene we looked with him shirtless and his fingers inside of me while I darted my tongue out to lick the couch. The fabric was weird against my tongue and mixed with the tanginess of my arousal, it was different but not unpleasant. Once Jake realized I had started to clean it, he moved his fingers inside of me.
I moaned and pulled back from the couch but he stopped. “When you stop, I stop.”
I whined in frustration. I should have been disgusted by what was happening but instead, I was so aroused that my head felt fuzzy. My core clenched around his fingers and I knew that it wouldn’t take a lot for me to cum again. More than that, I was determined to please Jake. It was this primal instinct in my mind that told me to do a good job for him.
He began to move his fingers slowly and this time, I refused to stop. I reached out to grab the arms of the chair to keep myself steady while I faced the consequences of my actions. Jake kept his painfully slow pace while his other hand trailed all over my back before moving to twist my nipples making me moan.
“You’re so responsive,” he muttered under his breath. “Where’s your fucking bratty attitude now? One would see you and think you were a good girl but we both know that isn’t true or else you wouldn’t be here.”
His words were like an aphrodisiac and combined with his fingers, it was like he was trying to drive me insane. I wanted to orgasm but I knew I wasn’t going to get it like this. I licked up the last of my juices from the couch and I didn’t know that Jake was paying attention until he pulled me up into a sitting position. My back was pressed against his chest.
“I did it,” I mumbled. “Now you have to hold on to your end of the bargain.”
“I will,” he pulled his fingers out of me making me whine. I watched him lick his fingers clean. “Get up and get changed.”
My eyes widened. “You have got to be fucking with me right now.”
“Language,” he chided but I didn’t care,
I was in shock and disbelief but more than that, I was sexually frustrated. My thighs were slick with arousal and my clit was so swollen and sensitive that I knew anything would set me off. “Are you really going to leave me like this?”
“You cannot always get your way by being a brat, Hayley,” he leaned back into the chair and I realized he was serious.
I narrowed my eyes at him. He may not want to make me cum but he never said anything about me using him. I quickly turned so I was straddling him. I sat directly over his erection and his eyes narrowed.
“Hayley,” he warned but I kissed him.
He was quick to reciprocate. His hand fisted my hair while the other ran over the curve of my ass and he guided me into moving against him. The friction between my pussy and the fabric of his sweatpants had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I was so close to my orgasm and we both knew it because he started to place kisses down my body.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he pulled back to look down at me. “You’re such a greedy little girl, aren’t you? Are you going to cum just by dry humping me?” I nodded biting down on the inside of my cheek to reign in my moan but he wasn’t having any of it because he slapped my ass- hard. “You don’t get to take those sounds from me. I want anyone listening to know exactly what I’m doing to you.”
I let out a loud moan and he made a sound of approval deep in his chest. My movements picked up pace and became sloppy the closer I got to my orgasm. Jake just guided me and when he knew I was teetering over the edge, he reached over and pinched my clit. I came hard and all I could manage were strangled moans and unintelligible sounds.
It took me a second to recover my wits and by the time I did, Jake had kissed me once more before pulling me off him. I looked down at the huge patch of wetness on his pants and the monster tent. I reached forward but he held out a hand to stop me which confused me.
“Don’t you want me to?” It was weird that he would do all that and stop me from touching him.
“Fuck, of course I do, baby,” he didn’t make any move to close the gap between us and that was when I realized that he was trying to get a grip on his control. “But, I wasn’t lying when I said I was busy. I have back-to-back meetings today and if I let you touch me, it’s over. Besides, you should go home before your dad sends out a search party.”
“He isn’t home today, I texted him before I,” I trailed off but he understood. “Do you know what’s wrong with him? He has been working so hard and I think he is hiding something.”
“Only you would talk about your father after I just had my fingers inside of you,” he ran his clean hand through his hair. “I don’t know but will it make you feel better if I try to find out?” I nodded. “Good, now, I bought some clothes for my niece, they are in the guest room down the hall. Please put some clothes on before I start something that we both cannot finish.”