Page 166 of Risking the Pucking Defense

My heart thumps harder against my ribs as I wait to see what she’s going to do.

Seconds pass. The silence is getting louder, right along with the crackle of electricity between us.

“Hails, I-I don’t—” My words immediately die when she lifts her hand up, signaling for me to stop.

“Strip,” she commands.

My chin drops, but my shock only lasts so long before I’m toeing off my shoes and my fingers are working the first button on my shirt.

“Slowly,” she adds when it becomes apparent my excitement is making me rush.

A smirk kicks up at the side of my mouth at the thought of her enjoying watching me strip down. The sudden need to put some music on and make a real show out of it flickers through me, but the determined look on Hailee’s face stops me from doing anything but what she orders.

Fuck, I love it when she gets all bossy.

It’s hot as fuck.

I work my way down my shirt before shrugging it off and letting it float to the floor behind me.

Hailee’s eyes drop to my waist as my fingers do, and she watches intently as I undo my belt, and then open my slacks.

Her throat pulls as she swallows thickly, and her tongue drags along her bottom lip as if she’s imagining licking something else.

My teeth grind, and my cock jerks at the thought of her getting on her knees and taking me in her mouth.

It doesn’t matter that she made me come in the middle of a packed nightclub. I still need her just as badly as I did then, and I don’t think it’s going to lessen after the next time, or the one after that.

She drags her bottom lip through her teeth as my pants fall to my ankles. I quickly kick them off before tugging my socks free, standing there before her in only my boxer briefs that are doing very little to cover just how much I’m enjoying what we’ve got going on here.

I let my arms fall to my sides, my chest heaving as I wait for her to react.

Her brow lifts as she notices that I’ve paused.

When I still don’t react, she lifts the other, and I have to fight to stop from laughing as I tuck my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and shove them down, letting my cock spring free.

If Hailee is trying to look nonchalant, she fails massively, because her eyes darken and her nostrils flare as she stares at me, butt-ass naked before her.

She already had all the power in this situation, but now, with her still fully clothed and me bare, it’s even more obvious.

I wouldn’t fucking change it for anything.

I love this dynamic. I love doing what I’m told, pleasing her, being told I’m making her happy.

“Hails,” I practically whimper, desperate for what comes next.

She nods in appreciation, continuing to take me in leisurely.

My fingers twitch to reach forward and stroke myself. My cock is painfully hard, precum glistening at the tip with my desperation for her, but I hold myself back. If she wanted a show, she’d ask for it. Right now, she just wants to look, and fuck if that isn’t fucking hot. The only thing that would make it better would be if she were naked, too.

“You want to touch yourself, don’t you?”

“What gave it away?” I joke, but her expression doesn’t soften at all.

“Don’t. You’re not doing anything until I tell you to.”

Fire shoots through me.

“Okay.”