Winner's reward

Oliver began stroking the tips of his fingers up and down Tori’s bare legs as if tracing the various tattoos. “I gotta tell you Tor, didn’t think I was going to win our little wager… turns out I’m good at bottoming”, Oliver’s fingers swirled in loops on Tori’s legs, brushing closer to her inner thigh. From her position mounted on Oliver’s lap, her back leaning in Oliver’s raised knees, Tori began her own caress of Oliver’s thighs. Her hands tenderly stroking Oliver’s legs, Tori’s face expression the picture of innocence. “We both started off a little riled up Ollie, might not have been the most even playing field”, Tori’s drifting hands slid down Oliver’s thigh, stopping just short of Oliver’s prick.

Unfazed, Oliver matched Tori, his hands resting at the crease where her legs met her hips. Suddenly motionless the two regarded each other warily, probing for weakness or opportunity. “We’re certainly not riled up now” Oliver said, taking the initiative to inch his hands closer to Tori’s barely concealed sex. “Not. At. All.” Tori replied, the awkward angle of her arms ignored as she dragged a single finger along Oliver’s shaft. Answering in kind, Oliver’s index finger traced up and down Tori’s mound, a hint of wetness blooming through the cotton. “My memory is a little fuzzy Tor, remind me what you said after I won? Something about…” A small smile graced Tori’s face “Ollie Ollie oxen free, a little slut who wants to tease” and grasped Oliver’s cock roughly through his sweats. “I said I might need to take you back to my bed and let you fuck my ass because you took that plastic dick so fucking well”, Tori released the hold and dove forward. Propping herself over Ollie like an apex predator about to rip its prey asunder she whispered “but to fuck my ass we’ll need Aaron here to fuck yours Ollie. He was ever so excited when I told him how naughty you were- my little slut.” The last three words a low growl, Tori closed the gap and bit Oliver’s lower lip.

The dam burst, the flood of sexual energy exploded as the pair wrestled for dominance on Tori’s bed. Biting and kissing and groping, they rolled in a tangle of limbs, neither side gaining the advantage. Tori bit Oliver’s ear, he kissed her neck, she slapped his ass, he squeezed hers. After a few moments Oliver leveraged his strength to flip Tori on to her stomach, her ass raised high. Without wasting his hard-won upper hand, Oliver tugged her panties down to her knees, and kissed her folds. Finally motionless, Tori simply raised her hips invitingly into Oliver’s face, his tongue devouring her pussy. “Not- ahh not going for my ass this time Ollie?” Tori moaned; words muffled face down in the bed. Pulling up and sharply biting Tori’s succulent ass he teased “Oh no, I’m not touching your ass until Aaron fucks me into it.” Oliver dove back into her cunt, lapping at it excitedly.

Twisting her head to see Oliver’s man bun bobbing behind her, Tori bit her lip in thought before saying “If my ass is off limits, then you’re going to have to fuck something else.”

Oliver’s pants disappeared in a flash, his cock replacing his tongue as he mounted the prone redhead. Leaning into her, he hilted his cock in a single smooth motion. Her wetness betraying Tori’s desire, Oliver didn’t give her any time to adjust to his girth as he withdrew himself back to the dip before slamming back inside her. Tori shrieked a curse as Oliver moved with deliberate movements, slowly out, forcefully in. Over and over, the bedframe shaking with the **** of his thrusts. Oliver grabbed a handful of Tori’s fiery hair, pulling her head back as he pounded into her.

Had there been anyone else in the apartment, Tori’s wails of pleasure couldn’t have been mistaken for anything other than a woman in ecstasy. “Fuck fuck FUCK FUHUCK SHIT shit shit shit right fucking there Ollie FUCK.” Tori had lost track of how many times she’d cum, Oliver’s previous leisurely pace forgotten as he slammed into her. In a final heaving push, Oliver released Tori’s hair to grab her shoulders, ramming himself in as deep as he could, flooding Tori’s depths with his load. Panting, they didn’t move as they caught their breath.

Tori, again, was the first to act. Rolling sideways on to her back, she looked up at Oliver, his cum oozing from her pussy. “New rule Ollie, any time you cum in me, you’ve got to clean me up.” Oliver dove for her pussy again, scooping the salty cum out of her, and swirling it around her clit. Tori shuddered, unsure if her overstimulated body could orgasm again but too lost in how good it felt to stop it. When he thought he’d gotten most of it, Oliver crawled up Tori’s body to share the last of his load with her.

Pulling away from the cum filled kiss, Tori leaned her forehead on Oliver’s shoulders, breathing hard. Oliver kissed her the side of her head, trailing down her neck and onto her shoulder. “We definitely…” Tori whispered, “have to do this again.”