Showing off

Erik stammers and his eyes go wide, taking a half step back; he clutches the denim closer to himself, his eyes darting to the door behind her.

His voice catches in his throat, forcing him to clear it quickly; his voice comes out then, rushed, frantic and hoarse, “What? No! Ari, are you insane? Vi is my girlfriend! And you’re her best friend, for God’s sake!”

Ari doesn’t flinch, instead leaning back on the door, a lazy smirk curving at the edge of her mouth; she waves her hand dismissively through the tense air between them, “Bitch, please,” she scoffs, “I’m not saying to bend me over and fuck me.”

Her gaze drops pointedly, lingering at his hands before snapping back up, “I’m just doing some… call it, quality control,” She snickers, “I want to see if you’ve got the touch for the job, make sure that Vi is actually being properly looked after.”

Her smirk widens, a calculating gleam reflecting off her emerald eyes, “And if that little flash is all you got… Impressive, delicious, but I have a feeling you’ve got a bit more to give, so I think we need a closer inspection.”

Every nerve in his body screams heat, blood thudding in his ears. He squeezes the denim between his fingers; he shakes his head, “No. Ari. She’s my girlfriend, your best friend.” He repeats nervously.

Ari shifts her weight, the door behind creaking from her movement, the sound somehow deafening.

“Don’t be shy now.” She provokes, tilting her head enticingly, “She’s really talked you up, y’know? Going on about how ‘huge’ you are. How you fill her up. I’m just saying to prove it,” She narrows her eyes in challenge, “Unless she’s just lying? Trying to save your ego?”

Erik’s jaw clamps shut, his teeth grinding together.

“Is that it then? She’s a liar?” Ari pounces, sensing that the nerve that every male owns has been struck, “I mean, Vi has only ever had one other boyfriend before you, and she used to call him big too!”

Erik’s jaw tightens further.

“Back then, she was all on about how big he was too. Poor girl just didn’t have any point of reference. Girls who had a bit more experience than little poor Vi were not as impressed as she was,” She holds a pinky finger up, “We saw him at that lake party; I wonder if you’re in the same boat.”

Her words land low in his gut, a stubborn heat building in his head; he knew she was plying him, consciously, but his ego was bruised.

“Prove it,” She sneers again, putting a hand on her waist, “That little glimpse was just a tease, a delicious tease. Show me, Erik. And I’ll give you a little reward. A little secret that I know Vi hasn’t had the guts to tell you herself.”

Erik stills, the logical side of his brain telling him to ignore her, to kick her out. But the lizard brain, the horny, dick-led side of his brain roars louder.

“Fuck it.” He growls, more to himself than her, loosening his grip; his jeans fall and crumple at his feet; his flaccid length sways slightly as Ari’s predatory gaze finally gets the eyeful it's been waiting for.

Her lips part with an impressed sharp intake of breath, the amused sneer temporarily vanishing, replaced by an unvarnished hunger. She raises an index finger and nibbles on it playfully, taking in his length.

“Well.” She whispers, the smirk returning, “Though… That’s not how you stick it in her is it?”

“Ari, seriosuly? Enough. I’m not getting hard in front of you. This is fucked as it is.”

As if Ari has any power here, having handed it to her the moment he entertained the idea of showing her.

Ari’s chuckle comes out low and husky, hooking a finger in her panties, pulling the side down her wide hips just slightly enough to tease, “Oh Erik. That secret I was saying? Well, Vi told me a while ago. She confessed that one of her biggest fantasies. Well. It’s to be controlled by her man. To be a slut. To be paraded and shown off and fucked for her man's pleasure. She aches to be a total and complete slut… for YOU.”

Erik can’t resist the shudder that goes down his spine, the ache that starts to form in the pit of his stomach.

“That’s right. She wants you to be the one that breaks her. She wants your hand tight around her leash, literally and metaphorically,” She smirks, “She wants to be treated like an eager little bitch by her daddy.”

The rush that floods his brain is dizzying; it's almost sure she’s lying, just trying to trick him, to get him to ask for more information, to get something more.

Even knowing that, or suspecting it, her words still hit home with pinpoint accuracy; every fantasy thus far that he had concoted in his head suddenly felt like it could be more reality than fantasy. If it’s true… Every touch he’s placed on her, every night they’ve shared… Did she want more? Did she want it… Harder?

He fails to notice the betrayal between his legs, his body reacting naturally to the thoughts occupying his mind.

“There we go.” Ari groans, wetting her lips with a victorious grin.

Erik looks down helplessly, his arousal tall and proud for her viewing pleasure. No point in trying to hide it now.

“Fuck me, Erik.” She groans impressed, “She wasn’t lying, huh?”

She reaches down, trailing a finger up from the hem of her panties to her abdomen, visualising, how far he could reach. She grins.

“Hmm.”

She turns on her heel, turning the handle of the bathroom door.

“Wait!” Erik whispers, “Is it true? What you said? Did she actually say that?” His voice betrays his panicked curiosity.

She shrugs, “Who knows.” She peers over her shoulder, reaching down and grabbing a handful of her large, pale ass, “Thanks for proving she’s not a liar, though.”

Erik drags his hands down his face, groaning, ashamed of how easily he just got played.

“Fuck.”