Chapter 181
**Sara**
I snuggled deeper into Tom's chest, enjoying his warmth. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my bare skin, causing delightful tingles to ripple.
"So much for self-control," I murmured against his neck.
"Says the one who was begging just minutes ago." His chest rumbled with laughter.
I pinched his side. "I wasn't begging."
"'Please, Tom, don't stop,'" he mimicked in a high-pitched voice that sounded nothing like me. "'Oh God, please.'"
"I do not sound like that." I lifted my head to glare at him. "And your cock is still hard, so who's really winning here?"
His hand slipped down to cup my ass. "Want to help me with that?"
"Hmm." I pretended to think about it, grinding slowly against his erection. "I don't know. Maybe you should practice some self-control."
"Evil woman." He squeezed my ass, pulling me closer.
"You know what they say about payback." I wiggled against his still-hard cock, enjoying his sharp intake of breath.
His hands tightened on my hips. "And what's that?"
"That payback is a bitch?" I suggested innocently.
"You're going to regret that."
"Oh, am I?" I sat up, straddling his lap and running my fingers through his hair. "What are you going to do, spank me?"
"If only." He cupped my breasts in his hands, thumbs grazing over my nipples. "I have far worse punishments in mind."
"Worse?" I shivered at the dark promise in his voice. "Or better?"
"That depends on how you look at it."
"Sounds like a challenge to me." I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest as I pressed a kiss to his lips.
He growled low in his throat and flipped us over so he was on top. His mouth devoured mine hungrily as his hands roamed over every inch of skin he could reach.
I wrapped my legs around him tightly, grinding down on the hard bulge of his cock. It strained against the fabric of his pants, begging for release.
"Want something?" Tom asked breathlessly as he broke the kiss.
"You know it," I replied without hesitation.
With one swift motion, he undid my bra and tossed it aside. My nipples hardened instantly under his gaze.
"Goddamn," he muttered before capturing one between his teeth. He bit down just hard enough to make me gasp before soothing it with his tongue.
My back arched off the couch as pleasure shot through me straight to my core. He switched to the other nipple, alternating between rough bites and gentle licks until I was writhing beneath him.
I tugged my fingers through his hair when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Fuck, Tom..."
"Tell me what you want," he demanded.
"I want you to stop being such a tease." I yanked at his shirt. "And I want this off."
He laughed and complied, shrugging off his suit jacket. The expensive fabric whispered as it slid down his arms, and he tossed it carelessly aside. His nimble fingers made quick work of his tie before he pulled back just long enough to strip off his shirt, revealing the toned muscles I'd been dying to get my hands on.
I took a moment to admire his toned chest before reaching for his belt.
"Impatient much?" He caught my hands.
"You're the one who's still fully dressed." I pouted. "That's hardly fair."
"Life isn't fair." But he let me undo his belt anyway.
I clumsily struggled with the button of his pants. "Why do men's pants have such complicated closures?"
"Says the woman who wears skinny jeans that take ten minutes to peel off."
"Hey!" I smacked his chest playfully. "Those jeans make my ass look fantastic."
"Your ass looks fantastic in everything." He grabbed said ass for emphasis. "But especially in nothing at all."
I finally managed to get his pants undone. "Smooth talker."
"Is it working?"
"Maybe." I slipped my hand inside his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his hard length. "But actions speak louder than words."
His breath hitched as I started stroking him slowly. "Fuck, Sara..."
"You were saying something about control?" I teased, squeezing him gently.
His eyes darkened, his breath shallow. "I'm starting to think you're a bad influence."
Before he had a chance to respond further, I slid down his body, planting kisses along the way. The anticipation in his eyes sent a thrill through me.
"Let's just see about that," I murmured, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Slowly, deliberately, I peeled them down, the fabric sliding over his body with agonizing slowness.
"Goddamn," Tom muttered, watching me with that intense gaze of his that made my skin tingle. When I tossed his boxers aside, his cock stood proud and ready.
"Nice of you to join us," I addressed it like an old friend, shooting Tom a cheeky look.
"You're talking to my dick now?" Tom laughed, his abs rippling. "I think you've lost it."
"Oh, I'm just getting started," I purred, wrapping my hand around him again, giving a challenging squeeze.
I lowered my head and flicked my tongue teasingly against the tip of his cock, savoring the taste of his pre-cum with a wicked grin. His sharp intake of breath was music to my ears. I followed with a long, slow lick from base to tip, earning a deep groan.
"Fuck," he hissed, hands buried in my hair as I continued my teasing licks and gentle touches.
I held his gaze, enraptured by the mix of surprise and desire across his face. Then, taking him fully into my mouth, his shaft warm and velvet against my tongue, I circled the head with teasing flicks.
"Oh, God," he moaned, hips lifting slightly off the couch toward me.
Deciding it was time to up the ante, I started to bob my head, sucking him deeper and rougher. My fingers wrapped around what wouldn't fit in my mouth, pumping him in time with my movements.
"Jesus, Sara..." His hands tightened their grip, guiding me softly.
I let his cock slip from my mouth with a wet pop, pausing to lick a line along his length while I caught my breath. "Having fun yet?"
"Too much fucking fun," he confessed breathlessly.
Feeling playful, I placed a gentle kiss on the head before engulfing him again, setting a relentless pace. I hollowed my cheeks, tracing patterns with my tongue that had him shuddering beneath me. His encouraging groans spurred me on, and I could feel the tension building in his thighs.
Tom's groans of appreciation were music to my ears, each one a testament to my newfound skills and just how much he was enjoying this little exercise in pleasure.
Encouraged by his reactions, I let my free hand drift lower, teasing his balls as my other hand continued its work. His sharp intake of breath and the way his grip tightened were ample rewards.
"You're going to make me come," his voice rough and ragged with need, nearly begging.
I pulled back slightly, letting the tip rest tantalizingly against my lips as I gazed up at him with a mischievous smile. "I thought this was about control?" I taunted softly, giving him a teasing wink before diving back in with renewed vigor.
A throaty laugh escaped him, vibrating through the air. "You wicked, wicked woman," he managed, pleasure coating every word.
And then I truly put him through his paces. Taking him deeper, sucking hard, reveling in the moans I pulled from him. His muscles tensed, and his breath ragged as I drove him higher and higher.
Finally, his restraint broke. With a low, throaty groan, he pulsed in my mouth, his release salty and potent on my tongue. I swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste, my heart pounding with triumph and desire.
As his orgasm faded, I sat back on my heels, wiping a stray drop from the corner of my lips. "Met your match?" I teased.
"Definitely." He reached down, pulling me up to straddle his lap once more. "You're incredible."
I grinned, feeling invincible and oddly satisfied by the sheer awe in his eyes. The man was putty in my hands. Not bad for a day's work.
"Shall we move this party to the bedroom?" His voice turned silky as he grinned wickedly.
I matched his grin. "Lead the way."
With surprising strength, he stood up, effortlessly carrying me with him. My arms wrapped around his neck, feeling safe in his grip, thighs nestling against his hips. I didn't mind being carted around like a queen.
"Giddy up," I playfully slapped his ass as we stumbled down the hall to his bedroom.
"Cheeky," he shot me a playful reprimand before strolling over to the king-sized haven draped in soft, inviting sheets, gently setting me down on top.
I sprawled across the plush comforter, the silk cool and decadently soft against my bare skin. I felt his weight dip to the bed beside me, his hands exploring with a newfound impatience.
"Let's see. Where's that thing... Ah-ha!" He rummaged through the nightstand. I raised an eyebrow at his enthusiastic digging before he emerged, triumphantly brandishing a foil packet.
"Aha! The coveted treasure," I teased, nodding at the condom now in his clutches. "Ready yourself for a quest of epic proportions."
He snorted, tearing open the packet. "Ever consider writing fantasy? You've got the narrative voice."
"Shut up and fuck me."
"Now that's the kind of subtext I like."
He slipped the condom on with ease, and I couldn't help but appreciate the way his fingers moved with such purpose. Intent searing the air between us like some arcane ritual, like every step of this dance, was meant to build to some explosive crescendo.
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