Don't Call Me Cute

Part 2

He sat, spread legged on the couch before you as you wandered forward, his hand resting on his confined cock. He proceeded to stroke himself over the thick fabric and you felt a sudden pang of arousal at that sight.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" You blurted, although somewhat reluctant to stop him.

"No...?" His voice trailed off, his brow tweaked. He seemed genuinely intrigued as to where this was going.

"Then don't." You asserted, flashing a sly grin that made his chest swell as he inhaled a sharp breath.

He let his hand fall beside him, but pushed his hips up slightly, intentionally emphasising his hardening cock. The bastard. You found yourself all out of sorts, your mind filled with the desire to ride him until you had him screaming your name. If he was trying to destroy any ounce of composure you had, he was certainly doing a good job.

Breathing in deep, you began to unzip your pants, his eyes watching your nimble fingers in eager anticipation. It was then you decided to stop, looking up at him as an idea crossed your mind.

"Tell me," You spoke, "What would you like me to take off first?"

His eyes darted from your breasts to your hips as he wet his lips. He squirmed a little as he spoke, pulling on his jeans at the knees in an attempt to grant himself more space.

"Your pants." His voice deep as he looked wide eyed up at you.

Smiling softly, you sauntered toward him. He promptly lent forward, and you cupped his cheeks gently, your thumb stroking his cheek. His doe eyes stared up at you, his mouth was agape.

It was then he shifted his gazed to the panties now peeking out from your unzipped pants. His lips were inches from them and his hot breath there had you weak in the knees. You were becoming desperate for his touch, so you asked him sweetly,

"Would you like to take it off for me?"

He gulped, nodding, his eyes fixed on your underwear.

"Thank you." You smiled down at him, before pushing your hips toward him, your hands moving to rest on his shoulders.

He wasted no time in doing as you asked, his touch far from delicate as he gripped the waistband of your pants and shimmied them down your thighs. His haste made you well aware off the effect you were having on him and you felt so high with sexual confidence. You stepped out of your pants and kicked them aside, cupping his cheeks once again.

His large hands were abruptly felt on your rear as he pulled you toward him, killing any and all distance between you. You gasped, taken aback as he pressed his soft, warm lips under the hem of your shirt, just below your navel. He breathed out heavy through his nose and began to lick you where his lips rested. You shivered, softening at his touch and moaning quietly. Your hand made its way to his hair, which it grabbed a fistful of as he hummed softly against your skin. His moan sent vibrations throughout your whole body and you took in a deep breath.

This was becoming too much, and you swiftly pulled his head back, his hands still gripping your ass. His eyes – just as his lips, shone as he gazed up at you through a half-lidded stare. He looked as though he wanted to eat you whole, and you felt as though you just might let him.

"Sorry." He smirked, eyes dark. "Am I in trouble?" He probed.

The combination of that question and his tightening grip on your ass sent a shiver down your spine. He looked up at you, wide eyed and curious, biting his lip to hold back a smile. It was clear he was loving this and, despite all his attempts to disarm you, you were too.