I gripped his cock tighter and gave it a single, slow lick up the shaft. Deliberate. Cruel. I kept my eyes on him, watching every twitch of his body as I blew cool air across the wetness I left behind.
He groaned. His thighs flexed.
"You're fucking evil," he whispered again, voice raw now. "You're gonna make me lose my mind."
"Good," I murmured, lips kissing the base. "That's the point."
And then I sucked him in again—this time all the way.
His hips bucked. A curse tore from his throat. "Fucking—Aria—!"
I pulled off with a wicked pop. "Uh uh. You still haven't begged."
"You're driving me insane."
"Beg."
He didn't. His fists were clenched so hard, I thought he'd snap and flip the script on me.
I leaned forward again. Took him halfway. Swirled. Sucked. Let a little drool fall down the shaft as I bobbed my head—just enough to make him moan low in his throat.
His breath stuttered. "F…fuck—Aria, please—"
I froze.
