Spider-man Unleashed

Chapter 15

MJ was enjoying the sensation immensely as Peter's fascinated gaze danced over her skin, clearly appreciating her nakedness even though the key parts were still hidden with the strategic placement of her hands and positioning of her legs. Though, it would be a lie to say that she wasn't feeling disappointed with his confident smirk, conveying arousal and confidence at the same time. After all, she was a redhead hot enough to be a model, sitting on a bike, and naked other than a pair of leather boots, he could have freaked out a little rather than still maintaining his control.

"Amazing," he murmured, his throaty tone making her shiver, while somehow simultaneously making her feel even more naked than she currently was. Despite her wounded pride, she had to admit that his confidence was working for her amazingly. After all, she couldn't imagine herself hanging around with a younger man if it wasn't for his absolute confidence and impeccable control. It made her aroused, and it also made her absolutely safe, knowing that even when she stood naked in front of him, he wouldn't try to desperately paw her, unlike the other pathetic boys she had the displeasure of dating.

"I don't think we can take more photos for my portfolio, as the people might get the wrong idea," MJ said teasingly even as she let her arms drop a little, just enough to give a hint of her areolas, something Peter managed to catch with another flash, which wasn't what MJ was aiming for. She was hoping to be fast enough that when he pressed the shutter, he would be too late to catch the hint she was trying to reveal. It was a mistake of her part, she realized. If he was fast enough to get perfectly framed pictures of Spider-Man, he was fast enough to foil her teasing attempts.

"You're right, though we already have enough for your portfolio," he said, making her feel disappointed for a moment, afraid that his confidence was about to lead him to stay too passive. But his next sentence laid her concerns to the rest. "But we could always have a private session." He looked at the sun for a moment. "After all, I would have hated to waste perfect natural light."

He was close enough, so MJ punished his mock dismissiveness with a playful slap on his shoulder, which, incidentally, removed half of the cover from her breasts, giving him a sudden visual feast. He chuckled, but it was barely there to hide the dark lust that was starting to awaken in his eyes. MJ couldn't help but shiver, remembering their last encounter, how he brazenly fingered her during the class, or when he brought in his tongue to the game in the same classroom after the others departed despite the risk of being caught. "Let's do it," she murmured, unable to hide her excitement.

"On one condition," he said, still holding his place. If any other man dared to say something like that after she accepted being pictured naked would have doomed himself to watch her departure after a swift kick, but she found herself nodding… He continued. "I want you to stay silent and follow my commands immediately."

"And what if I don't?" Mary Jane countered. She would have liked to say that her tone was confident and challenging, but that would have been a lie. It was a weak, trembling question that didn't deserve the luxury of an answer.

But it received one nonetheless. "Then we stop."

"We … stop," MJ repeated.

"Yes, we stop, you get dressed, and I drop you back to your home," he spelled out, and MJ shivered, finally understand what he was driving at. She was once again fascinated by his daring, never in her life, a man had threatened her by the prospect of withholding sex. And more importantly, with the heat pooling between her legs, it was a very successful threat. She couldn't imagine herself driving back to the city without an orgasm -or several- especially with the rumbling engine underneath her making the situation even worse.