Jealousy Looks Good On Me, Part One [Fiction][MMF]

This was written for my girlfriend. Let me know what you think and if you want part two!

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Your frustration has reached the point where it can no longer be forgotten. You want – you need – to see it burning in my eyes, tightening in my chest. You want to run your hand down my side and giggle in my face while you feel my stomach twist as I’m consumed by a jealousy that I cannot deny.

His eyes are the kind of blue that sparkle even when the lights are off, his skin is soft but marked by the occasional scar. His smile is bright and wide, but the lift at the corner of his mouth is a perpetual tease. He brushes your shoulder gently as he moves by. He knows that you’re taken, but more importantly he knows the way that he makes you feel.

Weak.

And powerful.

You cross your legs tightly at the table as the party sits down for dinner. Your hand is on my leg but your thoughts are elsewhere. You watch him closely as he sips from a glass of wine. He and his conversation are at the opposite end of the table, but his eyes meet yours as his lips leave the glass.

Your hand falls in my lap as I reach around your body. My gentle tug on your waist pulls you back into the present and you realize just how far away you’ve been. Your hand brushes my cheek as we kiss.

Perhaps I know your cravings. The breathy gasps that escape your mouth when he enters the room. The goosebumps that crawl up your arm just from the movement of the air as he walks past. A spark when you meet his gaze that threatens to light an all consuming fire.

Pure lust.

Perhaps I know. But if I do, my response is entirely too nonchalant. I’m too confident in my ability to keep your hands off of his body.

That gentle tug on your waist should be a firm grip reminding everyone that you belong to me. Every kiss should be accompanied with my hand on the back of your neck and a whisper in your ear that you’re mine.

You crave that, too. Just not quite as passionately.

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The armchair hardly has room for both of us, so you lean into me and touch my chest as our thighs press together. You finish the last bite of your dessert and set your plate on the table next to you. There’s a dot of whipped cream on the side of your mouth, and I scoop it off with my finger and feed it to you. My finger travels much further down your throat than it needs to, and as your lips close around my knuckle you catch his gaze from across the room once again. You could swear that the sparkle in his eyes brightened a bit before he turned away.

You absent-mindedly kiss me on the cheek and tell me you’re going for another drink. Just as you stand I grab your wrist and pull you back to me. You stumble into me and your knee lands on the chair between my legs, grinding into my dick as I pull you in for a deeper kiss. Just this once, your mind stays with me.

You think it’s cute. Maybe I’m finally catching on.

Your dress clings as you walk away, bunching at the spot on your lower back where my hand had been. The curve at the bottom of your ass threatens to peek out, and you make sure not to adjust it. You know I’m watching intently.

Your path to the bar is a roundabout one, leading you first to where he stands in a small circle of people. He isn’t talking right now, but your presence is still a brazen interruption. You grasp his upper arm, paying close attention to the muscles underneath. He’s taller than you realized from afar, so you grab a fistful of the sleeve of his blazer and pull yourself onto your toes.

I watch as you lean up toward his ear, but you’ve positioned yourself so that his face covers yours. I can’t see what you’re doing with your mouth, but I have a clear view of your legs tangling. You squeeze your thighs into him in an attempt to stabilize yourself, but still teeter on the toes of your stilettos, so he reaches around to grab you. Your dress bunches even more, this time a bit lower, and I can see a full inch of the bottom of your ass.

I almost forget where I am, and I’m barely able to resist the urge to touch myself. Instead I cross my legs and adjust myself in my chair.

You detangle yourself from his body, pull down your dress, and finally make your way to the bar. I watch your calves as you press yourself against the bar and cross one foot behind the other. After a moment, you turn around with a glass in your hand. You make eye contact with me and smile as you playfully sip from your straw.

I uncross my legs when you get back and this time you sit directly on my right thigh. You lean in to kiss me and I get a waft of his cologne.

“Do you like it?” you ask. “Because I think it smells delicious.”

I laugh. “You’re an adorable little tease, baby. I love you.”

You lean in close and whisper in a deeper tone, “You should take me more seriously.”

You take another sip of your drink and giggle, while I join in on the conversation going on around us. After a moment, you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mbyz84/jealousy_looks_good_on_me_part_one_fictionmmf