I know I should be scared right now, but fuck, I’m turned on. Fight it. Fight the lady boner. “No, just an ass.”
“You haven’t seen me be an ass yet.”
“Pretty sure I see it every day.”
He leans forward so his lips are less than an inch from mine, and he stands there, breathing me in. My lips part and my body shifts as arousal pools in my pants. I stopped wearing panties because I lost three pairs in one night and since then, I stay in a near constant wet state. It’s like my pussy has a mind of its own and is hanging around yelling out for cock. Spritzing her sex like a love beacon. Only she’s not getting any cock and I’m left dealing with wet panties. I don’t like the feeling that I’ve pissed myself all day.
He smiles, “So easy.”
“I’m not.” I push against him, but he plants his foot and pushes me back.
“Aren’t you? You didn’t seem to have a problem fucking most of the men in this house. Pretty sure you’d fuck me right now if I said yes.”
“Because I enjoy having sex makes me easy? Do you not enjoy having sex? Does that make you easy? Why is it that women aren’t allowed the same indulgences as men without being labeled something derogatory? You’re such an ass.”
“So you wouldn’t have sex with me right now?”
“No!”
Lie!
“No?” His one word comes out silky smooth as he leans in closer, before he moves to the side and kisses my neck, sucking on my skin.
My knees buckle slightly. This is not how I thought this was going to go. Fuck.
“Not even, now.”
“No,” I pant out, desire and need coursing through me.
He shifts my wrists to one hand and uses his other to slide down the inside of my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake and stops just above the hem of my pants.
A whimper escapes.
“Still no?” His words are like silk dancing around me.
My tongue can’t move, so I just shake my head.
“Let’s see, shall we?”
My stomach is so tight, I’m pretty sure I just grew another two pack on my abs. Because that’s how easy it is… just clench really hard so you don’t fucking orgasm and boom, you got abs.
His hands start to dip under the hem of my pants and I don’t stop him when he pauses. He leans back in, pressing his body against mine as he kisses on the sensitive spot under my ear again. I’m a fucking puddle. A puddle of liquid fervent desire.
His hand slides down and over my clit.
“See. I think you were lying to me,” he says, nibbling on my ear. “You are very, very, very, very wet.” He shoves a finger inside of me and I arch my back into him, gasping out. “I think you would do anything I asked you to right now, wouldn’t you?” he asks, watching me. His eyes are drinking me in as his teeth scrape over his bottom lip. His arm continues to move as he adds another finger inside of me, slowly pushing me closer to my orgasm. “Wouldn’t you, little fae?”
My head presses back against the wall as my hands greedily run up his chest and claw at his pecs as my orgasm is right on the edge. My muscles start to clench and my mouth parts to prepare for the moan that is about to escape and then nothing.
Nothing.
He slides his hand out of my pants and looks at me, eyes turning to black.
“Now, you can rightfully call me an ass.” He sucks my arousal off his fingers and drops my wrists, pushing away from me.
“Are you kidding me?”
“I don’t kid little fae.”
