My nose drags along the cool material of her pajamas, and her hands rush to my mohawk. She tugs it up, grabbing a nice, tight hold on the strands. “I’ll make you feel good. Don’t you wanna come?” I breathe against her pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, rocking her body into my mouth as I lick the silk covering her clit. My free hand slides up her leg, ready to slip underneath her shorts and see how wet she is. I already feel the heat pouring off her, but she jerks away, causing me to fall forward. My hands shoot out, catching myself before I crash face-first on the floor.
“Ok, we have to set some ground rules.” She yanks open the drawer of her nightstand, pulling out the purple vibrator from last time.
Keeping it close by, were you, May?
“We can’t have sex.”
I groan. “W?—”
“You know why. But we can still have...orgasms. Mutual orgasms.” I stand up, undoing the button on my jeans, but she throws out a warning hand. “We can’t touch each other either.”
“What? Fuck that.” I tear my pants off, kick them to the side of the room, and start stroking myself over my boxers. I’m hard already.
“We can’t cross that line, but we can watch. Like last time,” she adds, crawling back on the bed and sliding her shorts off.
I’m barely listening to her little list of rules. My cock is aching, and as long as I get to see her touch herself again, I’m not going to complain. Sure, I’d much rather be the one touching her, but I’ll take what I can get right now.
Her shorts fall down, and she tosses them over her head, leaving her in a light blue thong and a silky sleep shirt. “Can I please see your piercings?” I’ve been imagining them nonstop since the day we got them done.
“You can’t touch them. They’re still sore.”
“I won’t,” I promise.
She carefully tugs her shirt over her head, her tits falling free. I wet my lips, wanting so bad to lick the metal bars, nibble on the peaks until they’re stiff, twist and tug until she screams. Playing with her nipples sets her off. I know as soon as they’re healed, it’s going to be even better for her with the piercings. My breath stutters. Is someone else going to get to do that to her? Shit. I shake those thoughts away and tug my boxers down.
Making sure to lick my palm, I get my shaft nice and wet—wishing it was her spit on me—before I start stroking myself. Ellie stares at me, her chest risingrapidly. “What are you waiting for?” I ask, nodding to the thong that’s still on and the toy that’s hovering over her.
She clicks a button, the vibrator buzzing to life. I step up and take it from her. She goes to sit up, but I press a hand on her chest, between her breasts, and force her back. “Iwon’t touch you.”
Her forehead wrinkles in uncertainty, but she lies back and eases her underwear down her legs. Climbing on the bed, I situate myself on my knees and hover next to her. My eyes pan over her, fixating on her full tits, nipples pert and decorated.
I groan, fisting my cock again. “You’re so hot. Your tits are amazing. God, I wish I could fuck them.” I grip the base of my dick and slowly drag my hand up, squeezing the tip and letting precum drip out.
She watches raptly, tangling a hand in the sheets, feeling impatient, I know it. “Me too,” she pants, spreading her legs and inviting me to play.
I press the toy to her clit, and she bucks her hips, meeting the rubber and opening her legs wider for me. Goddammit, she’s soaked. I can see her pussy glistening, the vibrator slipping across her with ease. What I wouldn’t do to shove my cock deep inside and feel her tighten around my ladder.
“Does this feel good?” I ask as I rub the toy back and forth, circling every so often, before dipping inside just a little. I’ve never used a toy on her before. I’m not against them; I find it incredibly sexy knowing she uses them.
“Mmhm, yes,” she whimpers, eyeing my cock like she wants to lick it and suck me dry. She’s fucking phenomenal at giving head. Best throat job I’ve ever had, and I’ve told her as much.
My pumps turn desperate, my balls burning in need with the way she’s looking at my dick. “Are you sure we can’t touch each other? Just this once?”
She shakes her head, and a rumble works through my chest. I drag the vibrator up her stomach, grazing the undersideof her breasts, watching her chest cave and goosebumps pebble her skin. I make sure to keep away from her sensitive nipples and tickle the area around her tits instead.
She shifts again, skin flushing red as she writhes against the sheets. It’s not often I get to see Ellie like this. Before, she was the one taking charge. I didn’t mind it. Fuck, I liked it. Found it refreshing that she was willing to take what she wanted, and in return, give me exactly what I didn’t even know I needed.
“Travis,” she whines. “Stop teasing me. I want to come.”
But I kind of like seeing her like this, too. Begging me for once.
“Do you?” I taunt.
“Yesss. I’m almost there.”
Fuck, ok then.
