off of him and I know he’s not pleased.
“I need to go. My apologies for the suddenness,” he informs us all. He extends his hand to me, “Walk with me.”
I take his hand. We stop outside my place.
“I need to get some work done,” he explains almost as though he’s apologizing.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes.” He kisses me, “No playing with Ray.”
I’m taken back as he begins to walk away, “Are you telling me what to do?”
He turns back around, not answering.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” I make clear. He may have my emotions all over the place, but I still have my independence. “Don’t force me to go back in there and prove a point.” I’ll do it too. I’ll even sit next to Ray to exert my power of my own body and mind.
He closes in on me, “Don’t threaten me.”
“Don’t control me.”
“You’re mine.”
“Yes,” I agree, “but only in the sense that no one else can have me. That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to play a game with a friend.”
“It means more to him.”
“It’s always meant more. It doesn’t mean anything to me though.”
“I don’t share.”
I let out an exasperated sigh, “You’re not.”
He kisses me, hard and deep. I clutch his shirt in both fists, our tongues buried in each other’s mouths. I want to wrap my legs around him so he can back us up against a wall to fuck me right there on the street, facing a road that continually has traffic.
Vic breaks the kiss, “Good night, Freya.” He leaves me aroused and thinking of his naked body and all I want to do with it.
Well played Vic, well played.
I go back inside and offer to ref for the next round.
~~~~~
“How did you get in here?” I incoherently grumble in a sleepy, thick voice into my darkened bedroom. My eyes are unable to open from the late hour or way too early morning; I’m too sleepy to properly know.
Vic doesn’t answer, too busy kissing down my neck.
He swiftly pulls off my long night shirt, cupping both breasts in his hands and taking a nipple into his mouth. His lips wrap only around the tiny peak, barely biting the bottom to steady his tongue so it can make delicious circles around the tip.
I moan, positioning a leg between his so both our middles have something to rub against.
After a long, slow seduction to my breasts as though he was visiting a museum and needed to inspect and analyze, he moves his mouth upward to my ear, “Freya…”
My name sounds so freaking sexy from him, I want to hear it over and over again.
“Mm,” is all I can respond with.
“I won’t come before you do, but I need your mouth around my dick.”
I nod, wanting it too.
“Don’t make me come,” Vic warns, positing himself above me, and it’s then that I realize he’s completely naked. He lifts the back of my head with his hand and glides my mouth around him. He uses my head and mouth like I have no control of it, but I’m still half-asleep so I’m grateful to not have to put any effort in. Every time I come close to gagging from how deep he makes me take it, he eases back. Most guys in the past loved the sound of me choking on them. I guess that’s a sign I’m with a real man, one who listens to my cues and knows when it’s too much or if I’m not enjoying it.
“Enough,” Vic growls. He must be talking to himself since he has all the control. He gently lets my head fall back onto the pillow, sliding his hand out from underneath.
He rolls to his back, “Ride my face.”
Still half-asleep, he helps me over, positioning my center right over his mouth. I rest my hands on the frame of my antique metal bed, lowering so my clit touches the tip of his tongue. He takes hold of the edges of my ass, helping it move for my pleasure. My head feels heavy from ecstasy and sleepiness and it falls forward, resting on my arm, giving me a blurry view of his mouth suckling on my most sensitive of areas. It has a waking effect and I grind against his mouth, close
“I need to go. My apologies for the suddenness,” he informs us all. He extends his hand to me, “Walk with me.”
I take his hand. We stop outside my place.
“I need to get some work done,” he explains almost as though he’s apologizing.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes.” He kisses me, “No playing with Ray.”
I’m taken back as he begins to walk away, “Are you telling me what to do?”
He turns back around, not answering.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” I make clear. He may have my emotions all over the place, but I still have my independence. “Don’t force me to go back in there and prove a point.” I’ll do it too. I’ll even sit next to Ray to exert my power of my own body and mind.
He closes in on me, “Don’t threaten me.”
“Don’t control me.”
“You’re mine.”
“Yes,” I agree, “but only in the sense that no one else can have me. That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to play a game with a friend.”
“It means more to him.”
“It’s always meant more. It doesn’t mean anything to me though.”
“I don’t share.”
I let out an exasperated sigh, “You’re not.”
He kisses me, hard and deep. I clutch his shirt in both fists, our tongues buried in each other’s mouths. I want to wrap my legs around him so he can back us up against a wall to fuck me right there on the street, facing a road that continually has traffic.
Vic breaks the kiss, “Good night, Freya.” He leaves me aroused and thinking of his naked body and all I want to do with it.
Well played Vic, well played.
I go back inside and offer to ref for the next round.
~~~~~
“How did you get in here?” I incoherently grumble in a sleepy, thick voice into my darkened bedroom. My eyes are unable to open from the late hour or way too early morning; I’m too sleepy to properly know.
Vic doesn’t answer, too busy kissing down my neck.
He swiftly pulls off my long night shirt, cupping both breasts in his hands and taking a nipple into his mouth. His lips wrap only around the tiny peak, barely biting the bottom to steady his tongue so it can make delicious circles around the tip.
I moan, positioning a leg between his so both our middles have something to rub against.
After a long, slow seduction to my breasts as though he was visiting a museum and needed to inspect and analyze, he moves his mouth upward to my ear, “Freya…”
My name sounds so freaking sexy from him, I want to hear it over and over again.
“Mm,” is all I can respond with.
“I won’t come before you do, but I need your mouth around my dick.”
I nod, wanting it too.
“Don’t make me come,” Vic warns, positing himself above me, and it’s then that I realize he’s completely naked. He lifts the back of my head with his hand and glides my mouth around him. He uses my head and mouth like I have no control of it, but I’m still half-asleep so I’m grateful to not have to put any effort in. Every time I come close to gagging from how deep he makes me take it, he eases back. Most guys in the past loved the sound of me choking on them. I guess that’s a sign I’m with a real man, one who listens to my cues and knows when it’s too much or if I’m not enjoying it.
“Enough,” Vic growls. He must be talking to himself since he has all the control. He gently lets my head fall back onto the pillow, sliding his hand out from underneath.
He rolls to his back, “Ride my face.”
Still half-asleep, he helps me over, positioning my center right over his mouth. I rest my hands on the frame of my antique metal bed, lowering so my clit touches the tip of his tongue. He takes hold of the edges of my ass, helping it move for my pleasure. My head feels heavy from ecstasy and sleepiness and it falls forward, resting on my arm, giving me a blurry view of his mouth suckling on my most sensitive of areas. It has a waking effect and I grind against his mouth, close
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