“I think you’d stay on your knees all night if I’d let you.”. @capedesires
a frisson of heat runs down her spine. his observation strikes true, makes her squirm and flush with something that could be called embarrassment were it not for how it leaves her aching between her legs. he doesn't mean it cruelly, she knows, and it isn't cruel—it's just a fact. she's content like this, with her cheek pressed to his thigh and his hand loose in her hair while she catches her breath and gazes starry-eyed up at him. even with her knees beginning to ache, even knowing her throat will hurt and her voice will be raspy come morning, she's content. there's some hungry part of her that wants only this, this being of use, this chance to make his perfect composure crack. this knowing that he wants her.
"uh-huh," she agrees, breathy. she has one hand braced against his leg for balance, but she holds his cock in the other and gives the length of him a slow stroke, some mischief sparking in eyes gone otherwise glassy with pleasure. "is that so wrong? i like making you feel good, clark. i like when you tug my hair." percy guides him back to her mouth, continuing to stroke as she licks the head. "i like when you guide me where you want me. you don't have to feel guilty about it, handsome. it turns me on, feeling a little used. so use me. i want to make you come."