𝙼𝚈 𝚃𝚄𝚃𝙾𝚁 [ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝟹𝟽

                                !ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ!

It's about twenty minutes into the film when my doorbell buzzes. Elaine has moved into my lap, both of us laying sideways along the sofa. Her in between my legs.

"I'll get it." I push Elaine's body up slowly, just enough for me to slide out without her having to get up. She ends up scooting herself back into where I was sitting.

I unlock the door downstairs and call the guy up. When he gets here, he slides the pizza boxes out of the bag and hands them to me.

I proceed to tip him then close the door after he walks off and down the stairs.

I walk back into the living room only to stop short.

Elaines sitting up against the sofa in only a lace bra and joggers. She's not paying any attention to me, though. She's just watching the movie.

I walk in and place the boxes down onto the coffee table and ignore the fact I can see her tits through the lace of the bra. If she wants to play games, I'll play games.

"What happened while I was gone?" I ask, referring to the movie.

She looks at me, her thoughts as clear as day in her eyes. "Nothing much."

She turns back to the TV and my eyes flicker to her chest again before I carry on watching the film.

I grab the box in front of us and open it up. We both share the slices and before we know it, it's gone.

Another 20 minutes pass, and Elaine has just gone to the toilet.

I debate whether to do something about the game she's playing and choose that there is no way in this world I'm not doing anything about it.

I grab the hem of my shirt and slide it over my head. I think about taking off my jeans and go along with it because she's the one who started it, and, as I said before, I'm going to play along.

My clothes clump into a pile on the floor right beside where she threw her jumper.

I lay with my arms crossed on the coach, paying attention to the movie playing.

It only takes Elaine another 2 minutes before I hear her unlock the bathroom door. I don't look at her as she walks back into the living room, but I also don't feel the small dip of the sofa as she sits.

I finally turn to look at her when she still doesn't come to sit with me, and when I look, I'm almost lost for words...

"Jesus Christ." The words come out more like a groan than I would have hoped.

My head drops back against the sofa as I close my eyes. The image of Elaine standing in front of me right now in a lace bra and panties flick through my mind.

I open my eyes when I feel her come to sit on top of me. She straddles my lap and I feel the throb of her pussy against my cock, the thin material of our clothes doing no help to prevent it.

Elaine dips her head, her mouth meeting the crook of my neck before I can even ask her if she's sure of what she's doing.

She makes a trail of kisses along the side of my neck before moving down. She traces the lines of the toned muscles on my stomach with her tongue and then finishes with leaving a hickey just above the waistband of my boxers.

She looks up at me as her fingers slip beneath the elastic in a teasing manner. I grab her hand and pull her up so she's close enough for me to cup her face.

"We aren't going further unless I know you're sure." I whisper, my breathing uneven. I keep my eyes focused on hers, hoping she knows that I'm being serious.