Page 24 of Ignition

Nick brought both of our cocks together and started working them. It felt different pressed together than it did just in his hand. Precum was leaking from both of us, making everything slick.

“Nick, shit,” I moaned. It was embarrassing how quickly I wanted to come. I tried to hold back for as long as possible, but soon I could feel my balls start to draw up.

Before they could though, Nick stopped moving his hands completely.

“What the fuck?” I tried to say it with some force, but it came out breathy and needy, which I hated.

“You told me you weren’t a needy bitch,” he said. “I’m just confirming.”

“Cut the shit,” I said, reaching down to take myself in my hand.

His hand shot out, pinning me back against the driver's seat. “Don’t touch unless you’re told.”

“Who are you, my boss?”

He hummed. Using the hand that wasn’t holding mine, he wrapped around us again, bringing friction back.

“I don’t know if boss has the right ring to it,” he said. “Sir is nice.”

“Fuck. Off.”

Though the idea of saying it made the butterflies dancing around my stomach turn to a full on jamboree in there. What repressed, daddy-issue bullshit was he pulling out of me right now?

I could feel the build again, getting closer and closer to actually coming.

But just like last time, it was taken away at the last second, leaving me pent up and irritable.

“Nick, please,” I begged, sounding exactly like the needy whore he was accusing me to be. Though at the moment I couldn’t seem to care.

“That was closer,” he said. “But I really want to hear you beg.”

We continued on that cycle, him getting me so close to coming, only to stop when I was almost there.

On the fifth time, I’d had enough.

“N-Nick,” I started. “Sir. P-please let me come. I need to come so bad.”

Deep down I wanted to wipe the smug smirk off his face, but knew I couldn’t keep going like this. My entire being felt on the brink of combusting. I needed to release the way people needed oxygen. I would die without it.

“Tell me you're a bitch in heat who needs me to make him come.”

“No.”

“Suit yourself.”

He started stroking us harder than he had before, sending me off so fast I was sure I would come this time. But heseemed to sense the change in me, because he slowed just as quickly.

“I-I’m just a bitch in heat who needs to come,” I said aloud.

“Almost,” he said. “Say it for real.”

MaybeIwas the one in rut at this point. I was so high strung the possibility was high.

“Do it.”

His bark made something quiver deep inside of me. A part that yearned to submit to Nick in a way I didn’t know I needed.

“Please sir, I’m just your bitch in heat. And I need you to let me come. Please,please.”That final plea was strained.