6. Jeremy #2
“Show me,” I pushed, skimming her dewy skin with the tip of my nose. “I won’t touch.” I just hoped I could keep my promise.
“You think I trust you like that?” Her voice shook, but it was laced with heady need.
“You can tie me up, if it will make you feel better,” I offered, half-bluffing. Her eyes widened, and an evil little smile was painted on her face.
“Really?” I stepped back and held out my wrists. She looked around my room, obviously searching for something to tie me up with. I was about to chuckle that I didn’t even have a tie for her when she pointed at the bed.
“Sit,” she demanded. Fuck, my rock-hard cock jerked against my belly. “Okay. Fine. Sit,” she repeated with a challenging look.
“Fine.” I chuckled softly as I did what she wanted. She could go ahead and think she was in control. The mattress groaned under my weight. I spread my thighs and extended my hands.
“What are you going to tie me up with? I might have some shoelaces in the—" The words died on my tongue when her hands reached for the hem of her dress and she lifted it up, slowly exposing smooth tanned skin.
“What are you—“ Instantly, my tongue was too big for my mouth when her fingers hooked at the waistband of the teeny-tiny excuse of black panties she wore and pulled them down. The skirt dropped back down too quickly, and I didn’t see a fucking thing other than the black material pool at her ankles.
She bent gracefully, stepping out and picking up her panties, letting them hang from a pointer finger. She stalked over to me slowly, her hips swaying back and forth. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“I think this might work better than a pair of shoelaces, don’t you?” She stepped between my thighs.
“Teresa.” Her name sounded like a prayer. My girl looked me dead in the eyes as she took one wrist and started to wrap her discarded still fucking warm and absolutely damp panties around it.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
“Not at fucking all,” I rasped. My chest rose and fell faster and harder than when I went on my morning runs behind her.
“Sorry if they’re a little… wet,” she teased, driving me fucking crazy with lust. I licked my lips and felt her eyes on my mouth.
“Don’t mind that all, either, cielo.”
“You ever going to tell me how you know Spanish?” She attempted to distract me as she reached for the other hand.
My eyes dipped down to the fabric she was wrapping around my skin. Black cotton with a pretty little print of— My head popped up, and that gorgeous evil little smirk was on her face.
“Are those tiny little baseballs?” I asked. My mouth watered, and she shrugged.
“Maybe… I was planning on showing you my panties without this little striptease you so sweetly asked for.” I opened and shut my mouth, and she started to laugh. “Or maybe I bought a five-pack with different sport themes.”
“Are you telling me you wear a pair just like this with little soccer balls on them?” Goddamn. I could picture it, too.
“Maybe.” The smirk dissolved into a soft delicate giggle that reminded me of a bell.
“Fuck,” I cursed.
“They might be my lucky pair on away games.”
“Teresa,” I groaned. “You’re killing me here.”
And it wasn’t an exaggeration.
I was about to come in my pants like some green-the-ear teenager making out in the backseat of his mom’s car for the first time.
“You’re the one who agreed to this,” my girl reminded me. “There. Now pull,” she ordered, and I did as she asked. Though if I was honest, I didn’t pull all that hard. I had a feeling we both knew her makeshift handcuffs were something I could easily get out of.
She started to walk away, and I was about to stand and ask her what the fuck she thought she was doing when she reached the door. The sound of a lock setting in place echoed within the silence of the room.
“Just to be on the safe side. You almost choked a guy to death for bumping into me. I don’t want to know what you’d do if anyone saw, what did you call it?”
“What’s mine.” My jaw clenched. “Stop teasing me, baby. Strip.” She shook her head, and my pulse kicked up a beat.
“Do you really think you’re in any kind of position to make demands?” Oh fuck, this was getting interesting. She thought the ball was in her court. The beast in me was salivating for what was to come.
“Teresa,” I warned.
“What?” she asked, striding back to me, stopping just mere inches from me. “What are you going to do, Fletch? Hmm? You going to upload that video?”
“Teresa.” A muscle under my eye twitched.
“I don’t think you are. I honestly don’t think you ever planned on doing that,” she said softly, shrugging out of the tiny little cardigan before tossing it onto the bed next to me. “I think you were trying to get my attention.”
“I’d asked you out a couple of times, and you said no.” I swallowed, not daring to blink.
“And you’re not the kind of guy who takes no for an answer?” She stood in front of me.
Then slowly, she straddled my lap.
One thigh over the other. Sweat started to form at the back of my neck. I could feel the heat of her bare pussy just on top of me.
“Teresa, cielo.”
“How?” I groaned, knowing it was time to give it to her.
“My mom. She’s first gen Salvadoran. Hammered it into my siblings’ heads and mine that being bilingual was a superpower.” Her hand skimmed the line of my jaw. “And my dad agreed.”
“That’s actually really… sweet,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have assumed you didn’t know a second language.”
“Thanks,” I rasped, loving the way she was slowly moving on top of me. It was no secret how hard I was beneath her. I was too big to hide it from her.
“Fuck, baby, you feel good.” She’d feel better if I could rest my hands on her hips and back instead of having them tied up in front of me and between us.
“You’re hard.”
“You’re on my lap and breathing, cielo. How else am I supposed to be?
” I roughly answered, and the sound of her laughter did something to me.
It smoothed out little jagged bits inside of me I hadn’t known existed.
Having her on my lap, so fucking close, feeling all of her, made every fucking sacrifice I’d ever made in my life worth it.
I would do whatever I had to endure to get to this part of my life.
“I think you’re a smooth talker.” She smiled, rolling her hips against me.
Her breathing changed and she licked her lips.
My girl leaned in and pressed her lips to my chin, my jaw, then my neck before exhaling sexily against the shell of my ear.
“You’re so big and hard,” she whispered.
A deep guttural sound vibrated through me.
“Cielo,” I groaned, and that fucking sound, that sweet little laugh, rang between us before she pulled away slightly.
My mouth watered at the sight as she reached behind her.
My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest as she reached behind her, under her dress, without showing me a damn thing while she worked on undoing her bra.
Slowly, torturously slowly, she pulled it free from under her dress and let it fall beside me.
Her tits bounced freely under her dress, the tiny little straps slightly sliding over the gently slope of her shoulder.
“Baby.”
“You told me to strip, I did it.” The little minx.
“Baby—“
“Next time, you should be a little more specific.” She got off my lap.
“Where are you going?” She simply turned, glancing over her shoulder to give me a wink.
Did she really think she could tie me up with her panties, rub her bare pussy on me, and leave while she wore nothing under that sweet-as-hell sundress? Fuck no. Before I could even think, I was right behind her, caging her body with mine, her panties off my wrists.
“Where do you think you’re going, Teresa?” I growled, gently brushing her hair away from her throat. “You still haven’t shown me what’s mine.” I pressed my cock against her lower back and didn’t miss the way she moaned.
“Did you want me to chase you, baby? Is that what you wanted?” I spun her around.
And again, faster than I knew I was capable of, I pinned her own wrists above her head, back against the door.
She grinned. My sassy girl was dirty and fucking perfection She looked up at me, dark eyes piercing my soul, pushing her perfect tits against my own chest.
“You going to tie me up now?”
“Baby,” I rasped, running my nose against hers. “You called me a bully.”
“And?” That attitude of hers made my dick throb.
“You keep pushing buttons, that’s exactly what you’re going to get,” I warned.
“An unhinged man who needs to put his hands and mouth and dick all over you. By any means necessary. If I were you, I would be careful,” I rasped.
“A man so fucking obsessed and fucking lost in his need for you, the line between right and wrong blurs.”
“Careful sounds boring.” She licked her lips. “Show me how unhinged you can get, big guy,” she taunted, and fuck me, her fearlessness around me was like a goddamn drug.