When The Wrong One Loves You Right

The Penny Drops

Phillip's hot, whiskey-scented breath caressed my cheek as he whispered to me. "You better say no right now, Cam, because I'm not fucking around with you anymore."

I smiled at him cheekily. He pressed my wrists together harder, making me whimper.

"I mean it. You like making me squirm, don't you? You like knowing I've had a hard on for you for ten years, don't you?" He kissed the corner of my mouth, my jaw, then just under my chin. "You like leading guys around by the dick?"

My eyes widened. "I don't do that..."

Phillip laughed, the deep sound sending shiver down my spine. 

"Yes you do, you juicy peach. You may be a virgin but you're no fucking innocent. You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?" He sucked on my lower lip. "Naughty girl."

I let out deep sigh and moaned as he teased my lips with his tongue. I parted them, inviting him in but he stayed just at the seam of my lips, licking me lasciviously. I giggled and heat rushed to my center as I tried to lift my head to kiss his luscious lips but he pulled away. I groaned in disappointment.

He laughed at me. "How's it feel, Cam? To be teased?"

I huffed. "But I want it, Phillip," I moaned, lifting my hips in frustration.

He turned more fully towards me from where he sat and then climbed on top of me, caging me between his legs. I shivered in anticipation. He reached down between our bodies and I shifted my hips, ready for his touch where I needed it most. But he was reaching for himself, stroking his cock through the opening I had made in in his jeans. I swallowed hard and watched him, mesmerized, thinking to myself: Fuck that thing's going inside me tonight. 

But then he started talking. "You want what, Cameron?" he asked. "Tell me."

I whimpered and reached for his hand that was stroking up and down. "Phillip," I groaned. "You know..."

With his free hand, Phillip grabbed my questing fingers and interlocked his own with them. Planting my hand firmly at my side, he continued stroking himself.

"You have say it, Cam. No way are you gonna say later that you didn't want it or that I coerced you. No fucking way. I'm just as happy to shoot my load on your pretty face as inside you."

I gasped at his vulgar words. "You snake!"

He laughed but his faced was flushed and he was breathing hard. "Your face dripping with my come...that's something I could happily die to see."

"No," I groaned. "Phillip, please..."

"Please what, peach?" He was panting. "What do you want?"

"I want you inside me, Phillip!"

"What do you say when you want something really bad?"

I growled and bared my teeth at him. "Please!" 

"Please what...come on, peach, don't disappointment me," he panted. A dark lock of hair fell into his eye. He ignored it.

I licked my lips. "God dammit! Please fuck me and fill me up with your come, Phillip!" I cried.

He grinned and leaned down to kiss me, wet and open mouthed, devouring my lips, sucking and biting. I gave back, sliding my tongue against his, sucking on his bottom lip, tasting his blood where I had split it. I moaned and my mind and body seemed to melt into into the hedonistic thrall of it all. I had half expected him to push my skirt up out of the way and just shove into me. But he didn't...he chose to play with me some more. Oh no, a quick fuck wasn't going to make up for ten long years of waiting, I soon discovered.