He knows exactly how to push me right to the edge and leave me there. No completion. No release. I have to wait until I leave to get those sweet feelings.
Not this time.
We’d spent more time than usual together in the same room, and I was a mess. He has a way of pushing my buttons to the boiling point, and yet making me want more of it. I needed air, and a clear head.
I stood to take my leave, and he blocked my path. He tried to kiss me. What the hell?! He never wants to kiss, or touch. Just fuck and suck. I was totally losing it now. He kept at his little game, leaving light kisses and teasing my aching tits with his touch.
I tried to leave again. He twisted my hair around his hand and pulled back. Hard. Pain and pleasure. Crazy how they can work together, right? His hand still wrapped in my hair, he stood next to me. “Play with your pussy.” I shook my head. “Now…” He was trailing his lips along my neck. My hand slid under my jeans. God I was wet.
This was so beyond not fair. This was not the way he played. He was breaking the rules, switching things up, and making it so there was no way I could win.
My fingers traced along my swollen clit, and his breath was on my ear. “Rub that pussy, slut.” I leaned back, forgetting about him standing next to me, while fantasizing about him in my head.
This is how I always thought of us playing during previous moments of release. I knew this was just teasing to him, and he would much rather be doing other things. But this was more than he’d ever given before. I thought of his lips again. Imagined him kissing me everywhere, touching me everywhere. Showing me what I do to him… All of this in my head of course.
I started shaking, and broke away from him just as my orgasm ripped through me. I didn’t move, I was unable to. This was only the second time I’d lost control in front of him. He’d won. And I’d loved every damn moment of it.
When I left, I was torn between fury and elation. It’s always a game with him. But I’m going to win.
And so… Here I sit… Plotting my revenge.