Alex and I are lying on his sofa, kissing.
The rule tonight is “nothing below the waist”. We are stretched full length against each other and sticking to this rule is proving harder than I thought. I can feel the weight of his body against mine; warm skin, dense heavy muscle, hard ridge of cock against my thigh. I bury my face in his neck and drink in his smell. I’m desperate to touch – and for him to touch me – but that’s not the play. Tonight we are watching a movie and making out on the sofa like a couple of horny teenagers, and it’s second base only.
My idea, and right now I cannot for the life of me remember why.
We are both topless and he has one hand on my right breast. He’s gently massaging a nipple between his finger and thumb. It’s driving me absolutely crazy. My pussy is throbbing. I briefly wonder if it would count if I got myself off in front of him, and then sternly remind myself about the spirit of the law, not the letter. Rules are rules, Abby. You’re going home with a blue clit. Gonna be giving my vibrator a work-out later.
We are watching Aliens. Well, when I say “watching” we aren’t watching it. I picked it because I knew how the evening was going to go and I’ve seen it so many times I can recite large chunks, so it’s not going to distract me with plot points. There is a nearly full bottle of red wine on the table; we both lost interest in it some time during the first glass.
He’s a great kisser. I honestly don’t think I have ever been kissed better. His tongue is soft and warm in my mouth. He tastes amazing. Sometimes he sucks on my bottom lip, softly tugging it, reminding me what he can do elsewhere on my body.
I decide it’s high time I drove him as nuts as he’s driving me, and I plant small kisses down the length of his neck and over his chest. I suck his left nipple hard, the way I know he likes it. He inhales sharply and I smile. Gotcha. I flick my tongue backwards and forwards, feeling the nipple stiffen. He gives a small moan and bites my neck.
I reach down and stroke the hard length of him through his jeans. He rolls away quickly.
“No,” he says. “Not tonight. You make the rules, Mistress Abby.” His eyes are sparkling with mischief and he bites his lower lip, just briefly.
“You unbelievable tease,” I say. “You are going to pay for that. Hard.”
He leans in and whispers: “I’m counting on it,” in my ear.
Part 3 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pa556i/breaking_the_boy_part_3_i_want_to_hurt_you_just/)
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