Declan nods, so I reach for the bottom of the sweater I took from his closet and slowly start to drag it up toward my head. I feel his eyes on me, scorching against my skin, as he follows my every movement. His Adam’s apple ducks down and up as he swallows hard when my stomach is fully exposed, and his cock gets even taller when I lift the sweater over my head.

Now I see why he likes this so much. It’s fun to tease him, to get him so worked up that he can’t stand it anymore. So when I lean over to shuck my pants down my legs and Declan moves with me, it brings a smile to my face.

There’s something intoxicating about being in control like this, of being so in charge of someone that they’re almost like a puppet on a string. There’s probably nothing I couldn’t get him to do right now, and that makes me feel powerful—but it’s driving me just as crazy.

Completely naked, I crawl onto the bed and take both his ankles in my hands to pull his legs apart. His cock jumps at the assertiveness, but I keep moving up toward him, letting my hair dangle and drag up his thighs on my way. He reaches out for me, but I catch his wrist in one of my hands and turn his palm up to my mouth to drag my tongue across it. He groans as his cock swells, and I lean over it to let spit drip from my mouth onto its tip.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and I can tell it’s taking everything he has not to put his hands on me. That’s good because right now, I want all the focus on him. I want him to see how he’s made me feel, to know what it’s like to be so overwhelmed with need and desire that he’d do anything—anything—to scratch the itch.

“Stroke yourself,” I order him, and he nods eagerly as he takes his cock in one hand and starts slowly pumping it up and down, coating it with my spit. He lets out a low groan, and his eyes are so full of fire that they’re like coals burning in the dim light. He keeps them locked on me as I reach between my legs to finger my clit and the hood piercing above it. It’s still so sensitive, and the sight of what’s playing out in front of me only makes me that much more turned on.

“You’re full of surprises,” he says as he keeps stroking his cock. “I love this side of you.”

“There’s more where that came from.” Before he can process what I mean, I lean down between his legs and drag my tongue across his balls.