Free Seven by Claire Kent Page B

keeping his
arms tightly at his sides, Owen replied, “Well, the negotiations on this are
over. No tickling.”
    Amy tickled him—starting at his lower
sides and then squeezing her fingers up under his arms as he unconsciously
relaxed his defensive pose.
    He made a rough noise in his throat,
one that Amy recognized as stifled laughter, and tried to capture her hands.
Giggling helplessly, Amy eluded his grasp for a little while as she danced her
fingers all along the places she knew he was most sensitive. Saw his body
twitch and his face set tightly in a frantic attempt at control.
    Eventually, he managed to grab her
hands and held them away from his body. “Okay,” he said gruffly. “We’ll reopen
negotiations. What do you want in order to stop tickling me?”
    This was working out better than
she’d expected. “I want you to lie still this time. Number six is up to me. You
just lie there like a good boy, and I’ll take care of everything.”
    He narrowed his eyes. “Are you
planning something underhanded?”
    She was. Very underhanded. But she
opened her eyes innocently and said with exaggerated wonder, “Me? What do you
mean? All I want is a nice little fuck.”
    Owen obviously didn’t believe a word
she said. “Are you planning to cheat and suck me off?”
    “Nope. I’m not prepared to agree that
that would be cheating, but there will be no sucking of any variety. I
promise.”
    “And you’re not going to just sit
there on top of me, are you? In some sort of vindictive torture?” He looked
decidedly wary as her growing excitement started to buzz silently at every one
of her nerve ends.
    She chuckled. “Nope. I’ll be making
some definite moves.”
    “All right,” he agreed slowly. “But
I’ll be watching for any cheating, so don't try anything.”
    “I'll be watching too. I know
perfectly well that you're not above breaking rules if it means you get to win.
Just because I’m the one getting the orgasms in this situation doesn’t mean I’m
completely at your will.” She was acting like she was explaining her desire to
take control, but she was really just trying to dispel any suspicions. “Plus, I
like to be on top.”
    He gave her a dry half-smile. “I know
you do.” He relaxed his body and linked his arms behind his head. “I’ll be a
good boy. So it’s your turn to ‘go to it.’”
    Suppressing her glee, she crawled
over until she was straddling his hips once again.
    She’d intended to just do the normal
astride-thing while she put her plan in motion, but she was hit with another
idea when she lifted his erection. She watched his face as she gently ran her
fingers up and down the hard length of him.
    He was watching her intently through
half-closed lids, and his jaw clenched as she massaged him.
    She played with the head a little.
Saw when he winced very slightly. Then she stroked down to cup his balls and
felt a thrill of power when she heard him release a quiet, helpless groan.
    After she’d caressed him gently for a
few minutes, she decided he was in a suitably receptive and non-thinking state.
    Levering her hips forward, she kept
one hand on his cock and raised the other hand to her lips. She slid one of her
fingers into her mouth, sucking on it hard—knowing that Owen was still watching
her.
    His eyes blazed as she slid her
finger in and out of her tightened lips, and she heard him make a low, guttural
sound.
    Satisfied that he was paying
attention, she trailed that one finger back down her body—skating along her
neck, making a detour to twirl around one nipple, skimming farther down her
belly, and finally settling between her thighs.
    His eyes had followed that one finger,
and Amy felt a hot exhilaration flood her as she fingered her own arousal. Her
flesh was warm and swollen and sticky and a little sore, but it astoundingly
seemed to crave even more friction.
    Leaning forward with one hand splayed
on the mattress for support, she sunk that one finger all the way inside her