thinking about a hardworking, kind man who has incredibly lustful thoughts about me but has never voiced it because he knows i value restraint. but i see how he looks at me when he thinks i’m not paying attention. how he gets shy and blushy when i wear that one tight pair of jeans. how every time sex is mentioned, he looks at me first, because i am sex to him. he belongs to me and I haven’t even touched him yet. he’s pretty sure all I will ever be is a friend and a shameful fantasy he can’t help but get off to when he’s particularly frustrated and no porn is as good as my giggly, drunk voicemails telling him about my day. he’s such a pervert and he knows it, but he’s such a good boy that it never interfered with our friendship.
of course i’m attracted to him. i want him so bad my pussy clenches around nothing at times. he’s so smart, and kind, and gentle, and i know he wants me because i watch his eyes dip when i wear that one low cut top. i see how possessive he gets when i’m talking to another guy, how he always makes sure i’m okay. i also see how he watches me go off with other people, and he never makes a big deal about it, even though it kills him to think of someone else having sex with me.
ugh, he’s such a good boy. the best boy really. so when i invite him over for a movie night, it’s nothing new to him. but to me it’s the night im finally going to reward him for his patience. sometime between the first and second hour of the movie, i’ve dropped to my knees in front of him.
“wha- what are you doing?” he asks, eyes wide. his hands are hovering in the air, like his instinct is to grab my head, but he knows i wouldn’t like it. i run my hands slowly up his thighs, starting at his knees. “you know, i’ve noticed you looking at me…” he gulps, “you have?” i hum, my eyes locked with the growing tent in his jeans. i lightly trace the outline of his cock with my fingertip. it jolts. he moans, brokenly, embarrassingly, and then apologizes.
“nothing to apologize for,” i murmur, looking up at him from beneath my lashes. “it’s just… you’re always so respectful to me, aren’t you? don’t you ever get tired?”
he cocks his head to the side. his chest heaving. his breath coming out in short puffs of air. “huh?” i laugh meanly. i start to unbutton his jeans. slowly, in case he wants to push me away. “it’s just… you never give into your urges,” i say. “i know how you look at me. i know you want me. don’t you? tell me you want me.”
he whimpers. such a good fucking boy. “y-yes, i- i want you. of course i do.”
i pull his jeans and underwear down his legs in one go. his cock gives a slow slap against his stomach, hard and leaking. i pout, “oh, you poor boy. want me to take care of that for you?”
