[She shivers hard as he rocks against her, desperately wishing they both had a couple less layers on. God, and she's sopping already, she has been all day, and it's her own doing, but, fuck.]
Mm, hardly. I've been damn good to you today.
[She juts her ass back to rub against him, impatient.]
You wouldn't dream of leaving me hanging after all that.
[He leans over her, slow and careful, just so he can run his fingers carefully through her hair. It's a soft gesture, underlying the way his voice is so low and certain near her ear.]
You think I spend years and years without fucking anybody and now I can't walk away from you, just cuz you acted like a brat? You thought you'd have fun today, and shit, I get it, but actions have consequences, sweetheart.
There's only one of us dying for it, see, and it's not me.
[There is something deeply unfair about the effect he has on her, good christ, that drawled sweetheart in her ear... He's already got her breathing all heavy and measured and he's barely even touched her.]
Oh, maybe I'd cave before you, but I know I'm not the only one of us aching.
[She rolls her hips back again, slow and hard, and this time reaching for him, her hands splaying over his thighs. She can full well feel you back there, buddy.]
[Got him there. But really, the thing is? He doesn't care. He could walk away, and sure, he'd be sorry for it, but god, the look on her face would be satisfying. She'd fuss and fluster and she'd hate him for it, and he'd get off on that, he really would.]
It's not like I'm blind.
[Why deny it?]
I'm just trying to decide if you deserve it or not.
[She huffs out a little laugh, happy to take that very small victory.]
Forget about me.
[She digs her nails into his jeans. As long as he's letting her feel him up, she may as well test the limits. One hand drifts between his legs to palm at him.]
[Like hell it is. Still: he lets her fingers drag over him once or twice before catching her hand, fingers firm around her wrist, bringing it up behind her back. Which--]
Keep your hands to yourself, unless you want me to tie em.
[She can't help but squirm just a little as he pins her arm. God, she'll never be able to go back to hockey players after this.]
I'll be good.
[For as long as she can stand it, anyway. Then either he'd break and she'd get her way, or, more likely, he'd follow through with his threat. Neither is a bad spot to be in.]
[Lazily said, but he releases her wrist. Sliding his fingers down her sides, he reaches around her, pulling at the fastenings of her jeans and drawing them down over the swell of her hips, guiding them down so she can step out of them. He stays on his knees when they're thrown to the side, nudging the insides of her thighs, urging her to spread her legs wide.]
Keep your hips up.
[He murmurs it as he runs a hand over her ass, the touch slightly firmly than needs be. His breath is hot, and he lets her wait for ten, twenty, thirty seconds before leaning forward. The familiar tart shock of arousal greets his tongue as he teases over her cunt, but that's no surprise. She's spent hours and hours getting ready for him; he could probably fuck her right now and she'd take it like a champ.
But he likes doing this. And this is for him, isn't it?]
[It takes centuries for her shorts to hit the floor, and, oh, that's right, the brownie. She lets out a little laugh, and then a gasp as his mouth hits her. Is he purposely trying to show up all the other selfish boys she's fucked? Either way, it's working.
Her hands move automatically to grip the couch as the warmth rushes over her. Finally, payoff, after fucking with him all day and riling herself up in the meantime.]
[He hums in amused agreement, but doesn't pull back, not for a second. He's settled into a rhythm, sliding his tongue in slow thrusts up his tongue, spreading her open wide, teasing over her without ever pausing to dip into her.
How long will it take her to come? Not that long, he bets. If she's half as worked up as he is-- and he doubts it's half, he really does, because his mouth is soaked right now, her taste heavy on his tongue-- it can't be long.]
[Oh, Christ. She was expecting him to draw this out, to toy with her until she's begging for his cock. He bears down on her, and she's not ready, bracing herself against the couch as he lets that heat build and build without letting up. He's still going to pull away, isn't he? He'll push her right up to the edge and then drop out from under her, that's got to be his strategy—
But he doesn't. She's doubled over and clinging to the arm of the couch, desperately trying to keep her legs from shaking as the swell of pleasure hits her, and oh, that's her voice in her ears, low moans she hadn't realized she was making, and there's nothing quite like getting off while high.]
You're still gonna fuck me, right?
[It's breathless and hazy, the way she says it, spent for the moment but she's far from done with him.]
[He hums in agreement. Sure he is. He's been thinking about it nonstop, there's no way he wouldn't fuck her senseless before all this is done. But that doesn't mean he's going to fuck her now.
His fingers tighten on her ass, digging in, spreading her open wider as his tongue keeps up its slow and steady pace, dragging up her cunt before lingering pointedly against her clit. The sounds he makes are loud in the silence of his room, but it's nothing compared to the way she sounds, looks, feels, thighs shaking as her voice grows louder and louder. He won't stop, not til she reaches a second orgasm, because he's nice like that.]
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Mm, hardly. I've been damn good to you today.
[She juts her ass back to rub against him, impatient.]
You wouldn't dream of leaving me hanging after all that.
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[He leans over her, slow and careful, just so he can run his fingers carefully through her hair. It's a soft gesture, underlying the way his voice is so low and certain near her ear.]
You think I spend years and years without fucking anybody and now I can't walk away from you, just cuz you acted like a brat? You thought you'd have fun today, and shit, I get it, but actions have consequences, sweetheart.
There's only one of us dying for it, see, and it's not me.
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Oh, maybe I'd cave before you, but I know I'm not the only one of us aching.
[She rolls her hips back again, slow and hard, and this time reaching for him, her hands splaying over his thighs. She can full well feel you back there, buddy.]
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It's not like I'm blind.
[Why deny it?]
I'm just trying to decide if you deserve it or not.
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Forget about me.
[She digs her nails into his jeans. As long as he's letting her feel him up, she may as well test the limits. One hand drifts between his legs to palm at him.]
What about what you deserve?
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[Like hell it is. Still: he lets her fingers drag over him once or twice before catching her hand, fingers firm around her wrist, bringing it up behind her back. Which--]
Keep your hands to yourself, unless you want me to tie em.
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I'll be good.
[For as long as she can stand it, anyway. Then either he'd break and she'd get her way, or, more likely, he'd follow through with his threat. Neither is a bad spot to be in.]
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[Lazily said, but he releases her wrist. Sliding his fingers down her sides, he reaches around her, pulling at the fastenings of her jeans and drawing them down over the swell of her hips, guiding them down so she can step out of them. He stays on his knees when they're thrown to the side, nudging the insides of her thighs, urging her to spread her legs wide.]
Keep your hips up.
[He murmurs it as he runs a hand over her ass, the touch slightly firmly than needs be. His breath is hot, and he lets her wait for ten, twenty, thirty seconds before leaning forward. The familiar tart shock of arousal greets his tongue as he teases over her cunt, but that's no surprise. She's spent hours and hours getting ready for him; he could probably fuck her right now and she'd take it like a champ.
But he likes doing this. And this is for him, isn't it?]
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Her hands move automatically to grip the couch as the warmth rushes over her. Finally, payoff, after fucking with him all day and riling herself up in the meantime.]
Fuck, speaking of charity.
[She's far from complaining.]
You're right. I don't deserve you.
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How long will it take her to come? Not that long, he bets. If she's half as worked up as he is-- and he doubts it's half, he really does, because his mouth is soaked right now, her taste heavy on his tongue-- it can't be long.]
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But he doesn't. She's doubled over and clinging to the arm of the couch, desperately trying to keep her legs from shaking as the swell of pleasure hits her, and oh, that's her voice in her ears, low moans she hadn't realized she was making, and there's nothing quite like getting off while high.]
You're still gonna fuck me, right?
[It's breathless and hazy, the way she says it, spent for the moment but she's far from done with him.]
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His fingers tighten on her ass, digging in, spreading her open wider as his tongue keeps up its slow and steady pace, dragging up her cunt before lingering pointedly against her clit. The sounds he makes are loud in the silence of his room, but it's nothing compared to the way she sounds, looks, feels, thighs shaking as her voice grows louder and louder. He won't stop, not til she reaches a second orgasm, because he's nice like that.]