And what if he lets you? What if you tell him beg him to let you ride him, that you promise to make him cum if you do all the work (thatβs the condition)? And so he does, lying there with a hand propped behind his head, watching the way you desperately rock and grind your hips.
If you asked him, he would tell you that it feels amazing, incredible even, especially the way you tense around him each time you grind down, attempting to press his cock right to that sweet spot that sets you off, but he can also see your growing frustration, and that amuses him. You were so insistent on riding him, on not needing his help to get yourself off, and now heβs reaping the benefit of watching you struggle to push yourself over the edge. Thereβs not even a buck of his hips, he uses all his self restraint to stay still, instead basking in the way you work your tight, wet hole along his cock as it pulses inside you.
βPlease,β you whine. Nothing could sound sweeter, and even if it might be enough to make him give in under any other circumstances, a part of him wants nothing more than to tease and rile you up further.
Raising a brow in response, a smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. βYou said you wanted to ride me, is this all youβve got?β Itβs a taunt, followed by a flash of teeth as his grin spreads.
Thereβs an undeniable ache inside you. No matter how hard you roll your hips or grind yourself down against the cock stretching you, stroking along every inch of your sensitive, slick walls, nothing seems to be enough to push you over the edge. The coil in your belly grows tighter, straining with the need to snap. Euphoria sits right at your fingertips, and you know that with the slightest extra touch, youβd fall into it completely, feel it pulse through every inch of you the same way you feel him pulsing inside you.
For as cocky as he acts, he canβt hide that part, you feel how he responds, how even a small squeeze makes his thighs flex beneath you as he fights the urge to thrust up. You know he wants to, and maybe, if you push him just enough, hit all the right buttons, heβll give you exactly what youβre chasing.
His head falls back, Adamβs apple bobbing as a low, restrained sound rumbles from his throat. His eyes close, and you take the chance to sneak a hand down between your bodies, hoping that with just a little extra help, you might finally find your release.
Itβs quick. He catches you instantly, eyes snapping open, and clicking his tongue in disapproval. βNo hands, remember?β A brow lifts again, this time paired with a firmer tone, the teasing edge replaced with something more commanding. βBack on me.β
You obey, placing your hands back on his shoulders, partly for balance, partly because he wants to keep you exactly where you are, teetering on the edge, denied the release you so desperately crave. You feel yourself growing slicker with every drag of him inside you, the wet sound between your bodies growing louder.
He hums under his breath, amused, satisfied, far too aware of the torment heβs putting you through, and enjoying every second of it.
βIs that all you can do, baby?β His voice drops, soft and coaxing, sending a ripple down your spine and between your thighs, only intensifying the ache.
βYesβ¦β you whisper, breathless, needy.
His gaze drifts over you, your chest rising and falling, listening to the way your breath stutters as you try to pick up your pace, only to falter the moment you get too close. He sees it clearly, you need more, you need him, and heβs determined to make you say it.
βLook at youβ¦β he croons. Your fingers flex against his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin. βSo desperate to cum, but you canβtβ¦ because you need me.β
A retort sits on the tip of your tongue, something bratty and defiant, but it dies there, caught between pride and the overwhelming need building inside you.
βSay itβ¦β he murmurs, smirking as he tilts his head. Your hips slow, your eyes locking onto his. βTell me you need me to make you cum.β
You huff, dragging your nails down his tatted chest, earning a sharp hiss as his muscles tense beneath your touch. You know heβs holding backβbarely.
βNo,β you snap, a stubborn edge to your voice, your mouth tilting upward in defiance. Bratty, exactly how he likes you.
His eyes darken slightly, a flash of excitement rousing behind them. βNo? Mmβ¦ I think someoneβs lying.β
You shake your head, refusing to break, even when he starts to roll his hips up into you. Especially then.
βYou donβt need me?β he presses. βDonβt need me to flip you over and fuck you into the mattress right now?β He leans forward, breaking his own rule, lips brushing along your collarbone and up your neck as his hands slide along your thighs, settling firmly at your hips.
βJust say it, baby,β he murmurs against your skin, voice low and coaxing. βTell me you need me to make you cum, and Iβll do it right now.β
Your resolve begins to crumble under the warmth of his mouth, the pressure inside you unbearable now, insistent, and impossible to ignore. You need it. You need him.
βI need youβ¦β you breathe, the last of your resistance slipping away.
βSay it again.β
Thereβs always a catch, but right now, you donβt care.
βI need you to make me cum,β you whine softly.
He smirks against your skin, lips brushing your ear. βLouder.β
This time you make a meek attempt to beg, hips bucking against him, desperate, needy, proving your point in every frantic movement. Youβll give him whatever he wants if it means finally getting to cum. He makes you repeat it again and again, dragging it out until youβre begging, the words falling from your lips without hesitation, and only then does he finally give in.
Flipping you both over, his hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you flush against him as he drives deeper, the shift forcing a moan from both of you.
βThatβs itβ¦β he murmurs, his lips brushing yours. βSee what a good little brat you can be.β
Any retort you might have is swallowed by his kiss as he finally fulfills his promise, drawing back and thrusting into you with a rhythm that steals your breath, forcing you to feed moans into his mouth as he keeps going, relentless, refusing to stop, even as your walls tighten and you cum around him.
All he craves is more, wanting nothing more than to keep going until youβre completely undone, creaming around him, until he has you filled, all while serving as an appropriate lesson; a reminder that youβre always going to need him to cum.
How do we feel about virgin!Noah tying his hair back into a slutty little man bun before eating you out. I feel like it's the kind of thing he'd do just to be a tease.
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