The more she thrashed and bucked in the face of another orgasm, the tighter I held her down, refusing to let her escape the intensity of it. The feel of holding her down, keeping her so effortlessly at my mercy was a thrill like I’d never felt before.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded. “I want to watch.”

I didn’t release my hold as she eagerly and unselfconsciously dropped a hand between her legs and started to stroke herself while my fingers slid in and out of her slick heat.

“Another finger…” she gasped. “Spread me wide like that big, thick cock would. Show me what it would feel like for you to fill me up.”

“There goes that filthy mouth again…” I started to ease another finger in, making her whimper. “Are those the sounds you would make for me, greedy girl, if I fucked you with this cock?”

She bucked against me, trying to push them inside her.

“Take it, Temptress. Ride my hand until you take all three. My dick would spread you more than this.”

She rocked her hips, working herself onto my fingers until I could thrust in and out again.

I knocked her hand away and stroked her clit hard and fast, wanting to be the one that dragged this orgasm out of her.

She lost her mind, moaning and panting until she cried out. I savored the feel of her clenching around me and the way she grinned up at the ceiling as she went limp on the ottoman.

I kissed her smile and she murmured, “My turn.”

I didn’t think my balls could take much more after denying myself all night, so I sat back down on the couch. “Come here.”

Without argument, she rolled languidly to the floor, somehow still looking poised despite her disheveled hair and flushed cheeks.

She glared at me when she crawled between my legs. “Christ, you’re still wearing those suspenders…”

If they had this effect on her, I’d be wearing them at all times.

I only managed to hold on long enough for her to bob up and down rapidly a few times, then I had the most mind-numbing orgasm of my life. It rocked through my entire body. She held eye contact with me as she swallowed, cocking an eyebrow at me, then flopped back onto the floor, lying in a naked sprawl.

I breathed deeply, feeling drained and limp and satisfied down to my bones. It was like she’d pulled all the tension right out of me.

She giggled, a completely unfamiliar sound coming out of her mouth. “You’re a fucking sandbagger, Mr. Chase. Now how do we get that out of you when you’re playing Lucas Steel?”

“I’m not sure,” I mumbled, voice sounding gravelly. “But I think it’s going to take a lot of practice to figure it out.”

“Do you want to stay here?” she asked casually. I told myself it wasn’t a big deal. I was sure she had partners sleep over all the time. It was late enough to be early and we’d just been intimate. It made sense. And yet I wanted it to mean something more.