“We’ve kissed and that was okay,” she pointed out, pushing her advantage. “I mean it was better than okay, but it allowable, even without date-like activity.”
“Are you negotiating with me?” Holy shit, this was hot.
“We’re here alone, and kissing is allowable,” she went on.
“The thing is Beth, kissing you is a particularly stimulating experience for me. It can get a bit frustrating after a while.” I was already headed for blue ball land after this little bargaining session.
“Well, what if while the kissing was occurring there was also some touching?” she asked in a throaty voice and I felt my dick twitch.
That was it. I was done. The one thing Braden had asked, that I not do. And I was about to do it. It wasn’t during work, though. It was after hours. That made a difference didn’t it? Make one last attempt, Mark. You owe him that.
“I don’t think it would be in the spirit of the code to hang out with you in a bar and then have you give me a hand-job as soon as we’re alone.”
“I think that it would, arguably, be a demonstration of your respect for me, and of your self-control, if we did touch each other, but you still didn’t actually insert part J into part K until tomorrow night.”
There was a moment of charged silence where we just stared at each other and then I conceded. If I was going to die, this was at least one hell of a way to go. “Are you sure you’re not a lawyer?”
She smiled, got up and walked over and shut the window blinds and turned on a small lamp on her bookcase. I got up and locked her door, went over and sat down on her loveseat, smiled and patted the cushion beside me. She wanted this and I needed this. I didn’t have to ask twice. She crossed the room quickly, sat down and reached up to bury one hand in my hair and run the other along my back.
I kissed her pretty demandingly, pushing her lips apart rubbing my tongue up against hers. She didn’t resist at all, just accepted me into her mouth and leaned back, pulling me with her. I knew I could have had her ten different ways at that moment, but I decided to stick with the plan and be as minimally sexual as possible, while still making sure we both got off, of course. I really am a gentleman after all.
There wasn’t much room to work with, but somehow we managed to semi-recline, while kissing and touching each other. I slid my hand under her blouse and ran it over the curve of her hip. Jesus, she felt good, so soft and warm. She was tall, but she was voluptuous. What a freaking great combination that was. I was so hard it was almost painful.
She squirmed and arched her back, so I moved my hand higher and slid it under the soft fabric of her bra. Oh man, her cup overfloweth. Her tits were perfect, exactly how I liked, full and heavy. I wanted to rub my … Okay, focus on her, Mark. The way she shivered and moaned into my mouth when I rubbed my thumb across the tip almost made me lose it.
Her hands traveled down and undid my belt and pants. I was just trying to stay in control. I desperately wanted to be buried deep inside her. She slid one hand under the waistband of my boxers, and wrapped it around my cock and I almost came right then. When she started moving her fist up and down, I groaned and started reciting baseball stats in my head.
Oh God, she was using just the right amount of pressure and just the right speed. I couldn’t remember this ever feeling so good. Nothing What a Boy Should Know prepares you for this. My head was getting fuzzy when I moved my hand away from her breast and pushed her skirt up. Sliding it into her panties, I discovered how ready she was for me. Okay, Mark, not going to fuck her. Not going to fuck her. Why not? Not going to fuck her!
She breathed out sharply and started making this little keening noise that was probably the hottest thing I had ever heard when I slid my fingers deeper into all that hot, wet goodness and began teasing her pussy. She was panting and pushing against my hand so desperately that I didn’t want to tease her too much. Besides, I didn’t know long I could hold on. I felt like I was going to explode.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I said as I slid my fingers in and out of her. I started circling her clit with my thumb and I felt her pussy clench. The rhythm of her stroking faltered, and I realized I was going to have to get her off first, which was fine with me. I wanted to watch her come.
She was whimpering quietly, breathing fast and rocking her hips against me as I pumped my fingers in and out, rubbing her inner wall and her clit along the way. I was so focused on her pleasure at that point, I didn’t even mind that she had stopped stroking me all together. She was becoming as tight as a vice and I felt her muscles stiffen. I knew she was on the edge, so I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You’re going to come. I can feel it.”