I Should Leave Him Aching

My hands draw down towards the middle of him quickly, fingers wrapping around as palms fill with the full weight and breadth and thickness of his cock. Moaning against his lips I stroke him up to his tip and then run down, taking my time to feel every last inch of him as I press myself forward, dragging my nipples against his chest and brushing my lips against his lips.

From the way he groans and the way his cock throbs the moment my hands are on him, I know that he likes this. Sure he's probably wishing he was buried to the hilt inside of me with my legs twisted up and around him while he was feeling the tight, hot, wetness of my sex clamp around his thick cock, but he wasn't about to complain as I stroked him up and down with a slow and purposeful momentum.

"You don't deserve this," I tease him, "I should get up and walk away. I should leave you aching for me."

He goes tense, his brow furrowing and I think genuine fear at that prospect rushing through him. Oh what a dear old boy. He doesn't know what to make of me.

But he knows he likes it.

As I tease I remember the way this all started between us. Me being the flirty sporty girl who walked up to him at the booth. Blatantly sexy and sexual, willing to give as good as I got from him.

It wasn't me, or it didn't feel like me. I was so unsure at times, like just before I found this strength in me and at other times too. I was torn and pulled and tugged back and forth between sexpot who knows what she wants and understands her limitations, and the needy unfamiliar virgin who is struggling to keep her legs clamped shut.

Both of them held appeal for a man like Jake. Both of them he liked, but one I suspect he liked a bit more.

And that was the one in charge now. The bossy bitch who knew how to squeeze just right, so he jumped in my hand and moaned against my lips.

"You like it when I stroke you?" I tease him, "you like it when my hands run up and down every last inch of this impressive cock of yours. Do you like the fact that I barely know what I'm doing? Because this is all so new to me."

I pout, pulling back to the head of him and giving him puppy dog eyes when he manages to look at me.

"I've barely even seen a cock before, mister. Fucking it is just far too much for me."

Laughing after, a light tinkling that runs up and down the length of me I press forward, pushing my lips against his and pressing my tongue into his mouth to wage war over the battlefield and I'm winning. When I pull back he's chasing after me but I don't let him have control. I slide my lips to his neck and I start my journey down, whispering promises against his skin.

It's funny to draw a line and then push across it just a little. I'm not going to fuck him and I don't want this night to be my first but I'll have my fun with him. I'll stroke his cock and I'll suck it and I'll make him moan and I'll make him cum and yeah a part of that might seem like a reward to him, might seem like I'm reinforcing bad behavior.

But that's only wholly true if I don't really get anything out of it myself.

Make no mistake, what's about to happen is not tit-for-tat. What he did is worthy of punishment and going back on his word, well I should make him ache and stand unsatisfied.

But I'm going to suck his cock and swallow every last drop of his cum and I'm going to do it for me. I'm going to do it because I like the way he twitches when I'm driving him mad, because I like the way he moans when I make him ache.

Because I like the taste of him, his cock and his cum. I like the way it feels when he fills me up to the brim.

Sucking his cock might not give me direct pleasure, but it gives me pleasure all the same.

It makes me feel good. Desired. Sexy.

It makes me feel so fucking good

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