She breathed a chuckle. “I don’t know if you’ve earned more,” she said, pulling the fabric of his jeans away from his skin. She made sure not to touch him at all, doing that, just breathed against the erection pressing against his pants.
“But I want more…” he whined petulantly and writhed beneath her, trembling as her breath only increased his arousal, feeling the fabric of his boxers tighten further at the strain. “P-please…”
Summer laughed again, sliding farther downward to grip the cuffs of his jeans and pull, fruitlessly. “You have to help, here,” she reminded him, “and then you have to earn it.”