Chapter 9 #2
She moved to the open space beside her bed, lowering her stance into a position halfway between a guard and a pivot. Her knees were bent and her weight was centered.
“Here.” She seized my wrist and pulled me up from the bed. For such a tiny little thing, she was surprisingly strong. “We’re going to work on footwork and weight distribution. It’ll make you quicker laterally and help you to keep your center of gravity perfect for absorbing hits.”
I lowered my gaze, my ears feeling hot. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I got it right last time and I just don’t want to waste your time, you know?”
“Trust me,” she said softly. “If your feet and hips can survive me throwing punches, they can survive linebackers … or whatever it is we're trying to accomplish.”
I sighed as I observed her demonstrating a pivot-and-shift, twisting her hips and sliding lightly on the balls of her feet as she moved her hands like she was redirecting an opponent.
“Okay,” Tori murmured, lifting her gaze to meet mine. “Slow first … then I’ll speed things up once your hips catch on.”
Stepping closer with a staggered stance and slightly bent knees, she held her hands out in front of her as if framing an invisible target.
“This is your base. Weight centered. Now — pivot.”
She slowly rotated her hips, exaggerating the motion so it was easy to track. “Turn on the ball of your foot. Let your hips follow and don’t force it.”
Tori shifted her body a few inches to the side, guiding imaginary momentum past her torso with a subtle sweep of her hand.
“And this? This is the ‘shift’ part of the drill. You’re not pushing them away. Instead you’re letting their energy slide past you. Redirect, don’t try to block it.”
Then she straightened up a little, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Now watch it in real time.”
Tori's body moved in a tight, controlled flow: a pivot, a shift, a redirect.
“Your job,” she explained, her breath quickening as she reset her stance, “is not to overpower. It’s to move, feel, and react. The weird rugby lunge? Kill it.”
“It’s not weird,” I grumbled under my breath, trying to mirror her.
She tipped her chin at me. “Come on, Pretty Boy. It's your turn.”
I stumbled and kicked air, feeling very much like a bumbling idiot. Tori watched me calmly, analyzing my movements with a keen eye.
“Your brain’s fine,” she asserted finally. “Your instincts just need a re-route.”
I blinked at her. “A re-route?”
She gestured at the floor. “Watch again. Copy me. And this time … don’t think. Just move.”
I dropped into a wide stance with my knees bent and tried to mirror her pivot. My feet were like lead, my weight was too far forward again, and I over-rotated on the first step.
“Stop leaning,” she instructed, stepping closer, her hands brushing my arms as she adjusted my shoulders. “Weight over the balls of your feet. Hips square, but loose. Not stiff.”
I obliged but stumbled halfway through.
“Fucking hell!” I cursed.
“Let me show you from a different angle,” Tori said patiently.
She crouched down, putting her hands on the floor. Her torso twisted, her hips slid and her arms moved as if throwing an invisible punch.
“See how my weight never tips forward? That’s what you need. Your brain wants to plow, but what you actually need is redirection.”
I sank onto the edge of the bed and watched her move, hands braced on the carpet, one knee down, hips low — perfect.
“You’re staring.” She quirked an eyebrow.
“Nah. Reckon I’m being a good student,” I quipped, though my chest was tight and my brain was screaming at me to focus on the drill, idiot.
“Uh-huh.” Tori was clearly unimpressed, but she didn’t move.
She brushed her hand against my knee, almost casually. The warmth of her silky-smooth skin sent a ripple through me.
Heat crept up my neck. I shouldn’t be noticing the curve of her spine, the way her hair fell across her shoulder, or how her top clung to her tits and showcased her stiff little nipples.
No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, the proximity, the warmth, the scent of her shampoo and the brush of her hands were irresistible.
Tori straightened up and sat back on her heels. Suddenly, the realization of her kneeling in front of me registered: her knees were under mine, her body low, yet still perfectly controlled and impossibly intimate.
“It’s really all about control.” She shrugged.
Forcing out a breath, I tried to focus on her words and retaining the drill but failed spectacularly because there she was, kneeling in front of me. I was acutely aware of every line and curve and of every subtle movement.
“Control,” I repeated, my voice sounding more gravelly than I intended.
Tori tilted her head, watching me, still impossibly close. I registered how low she was, practically at eye level with my torso.
“Yeah, control.”
Was it just my imagination, or was she moving closer?
Completely lost in those impossibly green eyes, I was unable to break the connection. She had me under her spell, and fuck if I didn't love it.
“I know a thing or two about control,” she continued in a low, sultry whisper.
“Oh yeah?”
The warmth of her palms on my thighs made my muscles tense in anticipation.
“Yeah.” Her lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk. “Want me to show you?”
“Please,” I ground out, my jaw clenched as I fought to stay in control of my own body.
With slow, deliberate movements her hands worked their way up toward my hips.
“Aww, I like it when you’re so desperate.”
I grunted as her hair fell forward as she moved further up, tickling my skin with its tips and making my abs contract with a desperate need.
She looked up at me, kneeling between my legs, her mouth mere breaths away from the prominent outline of my rigid length beneath my shorts. What a fucking sight.
“Any man would be desperate for you when you look at him like this.”
“Mhh … maybe,” Tori drawled, keeping her gaze locked on mine as she licked her lips. “But not every man would beg for it.”
“Beg?” I echoed dumbly, my mouth dry as sawdust as I tried to swallow.
Her hands slid up my hips and under my loose shirt. The very tips of her fingers grazed my bare skin just above my waistband. With feather-light touches, she traced the edge of the fabric, and I clenched my jaw.
The delicious sensation had my balls pulling up tight. Those bright eyes held me under their spell; I was completely entranced and at her mercy.
“Mhmm,” Tori hummed. “So, how about it, Pretty Boy?”
“How about what?”
Christ, could I sound any more stupid? There wasn’t a single fucking drop of blood left in my brain!
“You want to come?” Tori’s smirk widened a fraction. “Beg me. Beg me, and I’ll suck your cock.”
Fuck me.
I sucked in a deep breath as she curled her fingers around my waistband, so close to the leaking tip of my throbbing erection. Here she was, on her knees for me, and yet it was her who held all the power.
There was nothing I wouldn't do to feel her lips around me and watch her swallow my cum.
“Shit, okay. Ummm, I mean what—”
“That’s not begging. I’m waiting.” Raising her eyebrows, she teasingly dragged one finger over my hard length, and I groaned in response.
“Fuck, give me a second, Love,” I choked out.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to gather whatever wits I had left.
“Half the reason I couldn’t sleep tonight was ‘cause I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve been dreaming about you taking my load in every way imaginable for days now, so please put me out of my misery. Please, suck my cock.”
Tori tilted her head to the right, gesturing with one hand for me to continue while tracing my bulge with the other.
A shiver raced down my spine and I let out a shaky breath, my eyes rolling back in pleasure.
“Christ, I need you. I need you so fucking bad. Please, make me come. Please. I want you so damn bad I can’t even think straight. Let me find out just how much better you are than any fantasy I could have conjured up.”
“There you go,” Tori cooed, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction as she tugged at my shorts. I scrambled to lift my hips so she could pull my shorts and boxers down my legs. “Good boy.”
My cock slapped against my stomach and I watched a greedy expression take over her features, darkening her eyes.
“My, my, what a pretty, fat cock you’ve got there,” she purred, her voice sweet but her eyes full of mischief.
“Fuck!” I growled, convinced I’d be able to come from the look she was giving my body alone.
Tori slid her palms up my legs again. “I’ve been wondering what these thighs feel like. You've got fucking tree trunks there.”
The delicious sensation of her palms sliding up my quads had me throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. Her warm breath teased my erection and I almost jumped when she went straight for the kill, fondling my balls and testing their weight in her small hands.
“Want to know what else I’ve been wondering?” Her question was almost casual as she wrapped her pretty little fingers around me.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “What’s that?”
How I’d somehow managed to string any words together was beyond me.
“Whether you’d be my first uncut dick.” Tori hummed. “Guess I was right.”
My brows shot up and I opened my mouth to question her, but nothing comes out except a strangled sound when she unexpectedly licked the underside of my shaft.
Her grip on my balls tightened slightly and I stiffened. “Shhh. Don’t wanna wake Gran, do we?”
“Ugh, n-no,” I ground out, my fingers digging into the mattress.
Tori stroked my cock slowly, and I hissed at the sensation of her thumb swiping over the swollen tip, already glistening with pre-cum.
“Mhh … looks like somebody is sensitive.” She looked intrigued as she popped just the crown into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
My hips nearly bucked off the bed, but I managed to keep the sounds of pleasure suppressed with a grunt.
“Yeah, you definitely are. This will be fun.”
“Knock yourself out,” I rasped.
Tori chuckled, the air escaping her brushing over my flesh, making a shiver race down my spine.
“Oh, I intend to.” She looked me dead in the eye, gradually speeding up the movement of her hand, as a wicked smile curled her lips. “If you’re good, I’m gonna let you come all over my face.”
“Holy shiiiit!” I let out a guttural moan.
Tori ducked her head to suck one of my balls into her hot mouth, and a wave of white-hot pleasure exploded behind my eyes. She released it with a ‘pop’ and a gleam in her eye. Switching to the other one, her fingers traced the sensitive skin under my sac.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good. Please don’t stop.” I sounded needy and out of breath, but I didn’t give a single flying fuck.
Tori popped off my balls with a wet sound, humming in satisfaction. I watched as she kissed and licked her way up my shaft. My head was swimming and I was almost delirious with pleasure.
“Need your perfect little mouth. Need you so fucking bad. Please. Please suck my cock.”
Apparently I was so not above begging. All I could think about was dumping my load all over her gorgeous face, and I had to grit my teeth so as not to put an end to this far too soon.
Tori blew on the head of my dick, clearly enjoying the way it made goosebumps erupt on my skin, judging by the devilish gleam in her eyes.
“So needy.” She tsked.
Then her mouth was on my cock, hot and wet, and I couldn’t help the growl rumbling through my chest.
She shoved me as deep as she could, gagging and moaning around my length.
“Fuck me, you’re so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
The wet sounds were borderline obscene and did nothing to curb my mounting pleasure.
“Oh shit, just like that. You’re going to make me come, Love.”
I couldn’t keep my hands to myself any longer; my hand slid into her colorful hair, fisting the silky strands without permission.
Tori pulled back with a pop and moved down to lick and suck my balls again. Her fingers fondled, squeezed and lightly raked her nails over the sensitive skin.
“Sooo good, fuck! Keep going.”
“Such a good boy,” she drawled before swallowing my cock down again.
She sucked me off for what felt like a blissful eternity, changing her pace and switching to playing with my sac every time I got close. The little minx was edging the fuck out of me, and the cum boiling in my heavy balls was threatening to drive me mad.
“Ugh, fuck. I need to come. Please, let me come. Want to paint your pretty face.” My grip on her hair tightened a little, and she locked eyes with me. “Fuck, you look so good with your mouth stuffed with my cock, but I really need to come. Please.”
Tori hummed around me, doubling down, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“Oh yeah, just like that. Fuuuuck.”
She repeatedly shoved me so deep her throat kept closing around my tip while her hand was squeezing my balls, her pretty face flushed and messy.
“Going to come.” My speech has turned slurry in my delirium.
I watched as she pulled back, a long strand of saliva connecting my cock to her mouth. With her tongue out and her vivid eyes locked on mine, she jacked me off.
“Fuck, look at you. Going to shoot my cum all over your perfect face,” I grunted, feeling the familiar tingling sensation race up my spine. “Here it fucking comes.”
My hips bucked off the bed and into her fist as rope after rope of cum splattered across her gorgeous skin, coating her face in pearly white.
“Oh shit, that’s it. So fucking hot.” A guttural growl ripped out of my throat as the last spurt hit her outstretched tongue and she swallowed it down with a satisfied smirk.
“I love it when you beg.”
Caressing the side of her neck with my thumb, I gazed down at her in awe.
“Best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had. Holy shit, you’ve got some skills.”
Breathing hard, I fell back onto her bed to catch my breath. I lifted my head again, shooting her a smirk of my own. “But next time, you’ll be begging for me.”
Tori scoffed, but I didn’t miss the way her eyes lit up with excitement.