open with her heavy gasps.
Using my other hand, I push up her sweatshirt, finding her bare breast. I pinch her nipple as my fingers work her over the edge. She lets out a moan and begs for more like the dirty girl she is. While my fingers move inside her, I lower my mouth to her nipple and softly bite down. Her fingers lace into my hair, pulling me closer.
“Hudson, fuck, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she breathes out, tugging my hair.
“This isn’t for you, Deven,” I say, pulling my mouth away from her breast and watching the expressions on her face change as I push her closer and closer. “This is for me. I can’t fuck you, but I’m sure as fuck going to have this image in my head later.” I kiss her hard, biting her bottom lip as I pull away. “Come for me, Deven, before we get caught.” As my fingers slide in and out of her, my thumb applies pressure to her bundle of nerves. Her breathing picks up and her moans grow louder. “Now, Deven,” I demand. “Fucking come on my hand. Show me how badly you want me inside you.” I nip her lip again.
“Please, fuck me,” she begs.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright…but not until I’m good and fucking ready. You want me, you gotta work for it. Now come for me.” One final demand, and her inner muscles squeeze around my fingers and her moans are so loud, I have to use my free hand to cover her mouth. She bites my palm, making my dick ache to be inside her again. I don’t stop or slow down until I feel her loosen around me and her moans have quieted.
I withdraw my hand from her, and her eyes find mine. They’re glassy, her skin flushed. I suck her juices off one of my fingers and want to fucking come from her sweetness on my tongue. Without a word, I exit the bathroom and take my place back on the couch. I lean forward and grab my beer, finishing it off. I stand and walk to the kitchen for another. Just as I’m walking back into the living room, Brad comes in with a pizza in his hand.
“Alright, let’s get this fight going again.” He sets the box on the coffee table and takes his seat, hitting play on the remote. “Dev, pizza’s here,” he shouts. He looks at me. “She still in the bathroom?”
I shrug. “I guess.”
He shakes his head. “Women…who knows what she’s doing in there.”
Deven comes out and takes her place between us. Her skin is still slightly flushed, and her eyes are still glassy.
Brad glances over at her. “You been crying in there?” he asks, scrunching up his nose and drawing his brows together.
“No, why?”
“Your face is a little red, and your eyes, they look funny.”
She snorts. “Probably just the beer.”
“You’ve only had one. You’re cut off. Now shut up and eat your pizza.” He ruffles her hair, and she smacks his shoulder but leans forward and steals a slice. She glances at me quickly, the corner of her mouth turning up into a small grin. I want to return her smile, but I can’t. I grind my teeth together and wonder how long I’ll be able to hold myself back. I’m slipping more and more each day. Yesterday, a kiss, and today, I slide my hand up her shorts. What the fuck am I going to do tomorrow?
Nothing, because as soon as this fight is over, you’re going to take a shower and jerk off, getting rid of every drop that’s been backed up for her. Once I get everything cleared out of my head, there won’t be a problem. I just can’t allow myself to get horny around her. Everything will be fine.
When the fight ends, Deven decides she’s ready for bed, and Brad is already drunk and starting to pass out. He heads for his room and I go for a shower. I turn the water on and step beneath the flow. I wash my hair and body quickly. Then, as planned, I take myself in hand, pumping up and down while thinking about how I had her on that sink, legs spread and begging me to fuck her. It only takes minutes before I’m spilling every last drop onto the shower floor. As I dry off, I think about how getting off alone is nothing like getting off with her. It’ll never be