He was tall and built. Shaggy sort of hair, not quite curly, not quite surfy, somewhere in-between. He couldn’t stop smiling as he gently pulled my nylons down my thighs, and off my legs completely. He brought his open mouth down on my thighs, like he was about to bite into my flesh and savour all my juices. He moved his mouth over my inner thighs, wet and sloppy. I loved being on my back like this, watching. I could tilt my head back at any moment and melt into my own little world, so aware of this other so close to me, wanting. And I could sit up a bit, savouring every glance, feeling such delicious anticipation. His hands grabbed and kneaded my ass as he kept on kissing- now my hips, edging closer to my clit but never close enough to feel satisfied. I squirmed and he smiled. His cock was hard under his cheap boxers. My mind started wandering and now it couldn’t stop. How I wanted to take him in my mouth and hear him moan. How I wanted to really take him deep and hear him moan louder, furrow his brow, and look down at me. I wanted to do this with him standing beside the bed, and me, back arched, ass high, hands grasping at his balls and inner thighs..I wanted him to feel so good that he’d have to close his eyes and concentrate every ounce of his being on not cumming..
And that’s exactly what happened. I pulled off his cock and watched him try to calm himself back down, smiling as I observed. He smiled and then all of a sudden, all sweetness completely faded from his face as he knelt onto the bed and pulled my body towards his. My heart lurched and gave into this feeling of pure ease and submission. He could contort my body every which way he wanted, and fuck me. I would take it.
We were both kneeling on his bed, sloppily making out; he was grabbing my ass so hard it was almost hurting. He pulled my body even closer to his and started moving me up and down against his wet cock to tease himself. I gave into this feeling again and leaned my head back and laughed. I loved how easy this was. I didn’t have to fucking do anything.
I could feel a hollow sort of ache deep in my pussy start to consume me. I wanted to be fucked, but I didn’t want to ask. I knew he would make me work for it if I asked. If I waited, he would take it himself. Fuck..but I wanted it now.
‘Could you fuck me now, please?’ I asked quietly, not fully knowing what to expect.
He pulled away completely. ‘You know what..’ He looked absolutely drunk, alternating looking into both of my eyes with every word. ‘I don’t want to do this anymore.’
I gasped, literally feeling how fucking hard he was against my thigh. He started to pull away slowly and I wanted to do everything in my power to get him to stay. I opened my thighs around his cock and squeezed them.
He leaned into it for a moment, closing his eyes in agony, his hands roughly steadying himself on my hips. But he pulled away put his hand around my neck.
“No.” He said, and got up to leave.
My pussy screamed. He might make me wait all evening, or late into the morning. Fucking hell, I shouldn’t have asked. Why did I ask!?
***
I know that in order to get what I want, I have to behave. And I can’t ask for it because he likes giving it to me when HE says, not when I request. But I know exactly how to tease him throughout the evening so he won’t be able to stop thinking about fucking me.
So I get up and pretend I actually don’t give a fuck.
“OK, well I’m gonna watch something and draw.” I say.
I don’t put on panties and I wear one of his T-shirts out into the living room. I pour myself a glass of white wine, make some popcorn, and sit myself down on the couch.
**
About an hour later, I can sense that he wants me. He looks over at me from the kitchen, he even sits down next to me and grabs a book. I don’t flinch. I don’t even look at him.
“You can touch yourself now. Let me watch.” He says.
“No, honestly I really don’t want to anymore.” I reply.
He shifts his body and sighs awkwardly. It’s so incredibly satisfying to frustrate him. I bet his balls are starting to ache now and all he wants to do is fondle my perky boobs over his T-shirt while I stifle moans and continue to ignore him.
It seems like that’s exactly what he wants to do, too, because he leans over towards me and kisses my neck. He reaches his hand down over my breast and then his other hand is over my other breast.
“Get up and go to the fucking window.” He says.
“Jesus,” I start, “You can’t wait a bit? Honestly I’m kinda tired and I don’t know if I w—”
“Get up, and go, to the fucking, window.” He says, with a look. He lets go of me and watches intently.
I think about playing it off, but it feels too urgent, like I have to submit or else there will be consequences I might not like.
He has an apartment on the 6th floor over a busy street, and I get up and walk towards it.
My mind wanders to him bending me over, spreading my legs…..
“Wow..you’re really horny, eh?” I tease.
“Just shut the fuck up!?” He said tensely.
My stomach lurched and I stifled a smile at the corner of my mouth.
He paused for a moment and ran his hands through his hair, as if to think hard about what he was about to say next.
“You know what I’m gonna ask of you. I know you want it.” He said. “Why don’t you just get ready for me then.”
I looked at him feeling weaker than I’d felt the whole night. I paused, too.
I leaned against the glass of the window, cold against my back. Watching him, I put a couple fingers into my mouth and edged down to my pussy. I started rubbing myself and slowly turned to face the street, and immediately feeling him come up behind me.
“That’s such a good girl, I knew you wanted me.” He said lovingly as he grabbed my waist and teased his cock near my ass.
And then..yeah we just fucked by the window and it was hot. The end. ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10n8v0f/playing_games_all_evening_mf_teasing_brat_rough