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You squirm and pant against the pillows of your couch, two of your fingers curling in and out of you furiously. You had been going for almost an hour, edging and teasing and torturing yourself, but not finding any release. And it was all your boyfriend Nick's fault. Earlier in the week y'all made a harmless little bet, in which you played a little game of strip poker.
Whoever lost the game couldn't touch or kiss the other, no matter how much they wanted to. Nick had unfortunately underestimated your poker skills and ended up losing. However, to your surprise he had surrendered with a grace he never showed in losing before. And now you knew why. For the rest of the week, Nick was like a peacock, strutting his stuff all around y'all's shared apartment. He would walk in after dance practice, the sweat on his skin catching in the light and causing your breath to hitch. Or he would purposefully shower with the curtain open and you would be walking by the bathroom or in there brushing your teeth and catch a glimpse of the soft skin and smooth muscle, all soaped up and begging to be touched. You knew what Nick was doing, and he knew that you knew, and he still kept being frustrating and driving you crazy. The boy was lethal. And that brings us back to the present; you trying to get off in a hurry while Nick was attending a studio session. But it seems as though the universe was conspiring with Nick against you, because you are red in the face with a swollen clit and slick dripping from you when in walks your boyfriend. You pull your hand from your shorts as fast as you can, but the quirk in Nick's brow lets you know you've been caught. It is a moment as he stares at you, before closing the door and turning back towards you with a smirk on his face. "Well, it seems you have been having an eventful afternoon without me," Nick states as he sits down on the couch next to you and bringing the hand you were using to his lips. You whimper low in your throat as Nick takes one and then both of your still wet fingers into his mouth and slowly licks off your wetness with a hum. "I thought you said you could handle it? That the one who would be suffering this week would be me." He taunts at you. You pout at him. "This is all your fault, you knew exactly what you were doing, teasing me all week." Nick chuckles to himself and grabs you by your hips and makes you straddle across his lap. As soon as you settle down into his lap, you feel his dick through the thin cotton of his sweatpants. Nick raises up to drop kisses against your neck. "Y'know babygirl, I've been suffering a lot too, this week because of your little bet." You roll your eyes at him, remembering how it was HIM that made the bet in the first place. Nick must be able to read your mind because he brings both hands down to your ass and grips on tightly, rolling you into him. The friction puts glorious pressure on aching clit and you grip the back of the couch with both hands. "I've been thinking you need to be punished." You blink rapidly out of your lust fueled stupor and pull back to look at him. "Excuse me?" you say with slanted eyes. Nick just grins at you. You shake your head at him. "Fine," you concede, wanting to do anything that will get him inside you. "What do you want me to do?"He looks to be thoughtful for a moment before grinning wickedly at you. "I want you to ride me." You raise your eyebrows at him. You thought that this was supposed to be a punishment. You stand up and strip yourself of your bralette and wind shorts, and then look expectedly at him,seeing as how he had made no indication of taking off his clothes. "Uhm...do you not remember how this works?" you quip at him, your sexual frustration getting to your head and making you snappy. But Nick just keeps smiling that infuriatingly calm smile and then pats his thigh. "I meant I want you to ride my thigh. If you can get off doing that and only that, maybe just maybe I'll reward you with something...better." At that last bit, Nick squeezes himself through the fabric of his pants in a way that makes your mouth water, and, in a flash, you are mounted on his thigh. His hands rest at your hips, not helping you move but just there resting as you begin a slow rocking pace. At first, the angle is all wrong and the way the fabric rubs against your clit chafes a bit, but Nick seems eager to see you fall apart so he helps you by taking his left hand and licking the tip of his fingers and rubs them at your entrance to gather some of your wet and help spread it on your clit, making you toss your head back and moan. He traces his hand back against your hip and you pick up your rocking on his thigh, finally feeling something akin to electricity light in your veins and a fluttering starts in your stomach. Nick rolls his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks down and watches your pussy create a wet patch on his pants, your juices soaking through. Your hips swivel and rock in a hypnotizing pattern and he can't get enough. "Damn, baby, look at how wet you are." he croaks out in a whisper as he grips your hips harder. You nod and hum in affirmation as best as you can, the thought and his words causing your orgasm to finally build and build fast. You rock against him harder, letting out soft ahh, ahh, ahhs at the beautiful way the tension in your stomach is building. You cry out as you feel your pussy clench around nothing, wanting to be filled. You scratch at his back through his shirt in desperation. He brings his right hand up to grip at your hair and pull your head back, exposing your neck to him, where he kisses and sucks in between more dirty promises. "Baby, please hurry, I can't fucking wait no more. I need to feel your tight, sweet pussy gripping and soaking my dick, baby please. Cum for me."You don't know what finally causes you to snap, but finally the orgasm that you had been waiting for all day crashes over you in a tidal wave, You're trembling as Nick coaxes you through your orgasm by help you rock along your thigh before slowing to a stop. You two sit in silence for a few minutes, huffing and puffing, and he places kisses along your face, lips, and neck as you try to stop the shaking in your hands. Nick gently pushes you back on the couch, and you lay there, a slight clench and shake in your thighs. You watch lazily as he rolls onto his stomach and place his head between your thighs. He starts placing loving open mouth kisses on your inner thigh, leading toward your pussy and on your clit, which causes you to twitch in the pleasurable pain of overstimulation. "Nick, baby what are you doing," you manage to get out through gasps. "I told you I would reward you, baby," you hear Nick reply sweetly, before he dives back in and you're back to where you started earlier, panting and squirming against the couch cushions.
