Promiscuous (Tease 2)

“No,” she grumbled. “I’m allergic.” I laughed and continued to let my fingers explore her smooth skin, going as high as her thighs before running back down her legs. “That feels . . . really fucking good.” She breathed out, a little moan escaping from her lips.

Fuck, she was so sexy. She had no idea what she was doing to me right then with her hair all messed up, wearing that fucking tiny dress. I swallowed hard, my eyes on her stiff nipples, which I could make out through her dress.

Swinging her armchair around until she was facing me, I continued to rub her feet, working my hands along her arches. I watched her lie before me, every so often biting her lip, and I struggled to focus. The way her dress was creeping up and exposing her tanned skin was making me hard.

She stretched out her toes, her heel digging into my crotch. A smile crept onto my lips as her eyes fluttered open and met mine when her foot made contact with my hard cock.

“What?” I asked her.

She shrugged, pulling her foot away, tucking it under her. “Nothing,” she blushed.

“You’re incredibly sexy, Beth. Of course touching you is going to arouse me.”

“If touching my feet excites you, I can only imagine what touching other parts of me would do to you.” She stood up and stepped over my legs until she was kneeling over me. I glanced up at her, my hand positioned on her thigh. She smiled, a contradiction to the pain hiding in her eyes. I studied her for a moment, my brow creasing as I tried to figure her out.

But it was impossible. She was impossible. And drunk. Not so drunk that she had no control over her behavior, but definitely drunk enough to mask whatever it was she was trying to block out.

My jaw tensed as her body fell against mine, that sexy blonde hair falling around her face. I reached up and tucked some loose strands behind her ear where they stayed momentarily before escaping again, cascading around her eyes. She smiled as she brought her mouth down onto mine, her lips feeling electric against me.

I kissed her back. No matter how badly I wanted to push her away, I wanted her more. Was I an asshole for doing this? She was drunk and I was not, but holy fuck, all I could think about was being inside of her.

I sat up, my arm curving around the arch of her back as we continued to kiss, our mouths melting into each other. I tasted her as my tongue massaged hers. She cried out, laughing, as I flipped her onto her back, positioning myself over her. I stared down at the beautiful sight before me.

She was fucking amazing. Starting at the top of her foot, my fingers ran over her soft skin. She gasped as they reached her thighs, which were exposed by her dress. I eased myself between her legs, my erection pressed urgently against the constriction of my pants.

I groaned as she lowered my zipper and reached inside of my boxers. Her fingers closed around my girth as I attempted to shrug off my pants. Sounds escaped from me as she ran her fingers up and down my cock.

I watched as she reached for her dress, slipping it over her head and letting it fall over her breasts, then her stomach, before finally slipping off her hips. A familiar aching began to stir in my groin. I wanted her so fucking bad. Nothing would've satisfied me more than spreading her over that kitchen counter inside and taking her. I wanted to make her feel things she'd never felt before. I wanted to make her scream, I wanted to make her orgasm over and over until she couldn't handle it.

She knelt down in front of me, her hand resting on my chest. Her other hand curled around the base of my cock. Holy fuck, what was she doing to me? She took me in her mouth, her tongue running along the base of my shaft. Fuck, this girl knew what she was doing. I ran my hands through her hair, latching on to a handful as I pushed myself further inside her mouth.

"God, yeah." I moved further down the lounge chair so I could spread my legs further apart, giving her better access. I glanced down, my eyes on her as she worked those sweet, soft lips up and down. Watching her was just as much of a turn on as feeling her.

I was so hard now. I could feel the blood pulsating through my cock. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel inside her. I

wanted to come while her pussy tightened around my cock, milking the orgasm out of me.

"Come here," I demanded, pulling her towards me. She did as I asked, straddling me as I pushed her dress up and out of the way. She wore a skimpy white thong. Thrusting it out of the way, I began to stroke her, teasing her. Arching her back, she cried out as I rubbed her stiff nipples between my fingers. Sliding my finger inside of her, I could feel her wetness. She was so damn hot, and so ready for me. Reaching into the pocket of my jeans to retrieve a condom. I quickly rolled it on.

With my hands on her hips, I lifted her onto me. My jaw clenched as I slid inside her tight wet pussy. She moaned as my hands traveled up to her breasts. I squeezed them gently, rolling her nipples between my fingers as she rode my cock. She leaned back, placing her arms on my thighs as I thrust inside of her.

"You're so wet," I mumbled. I placed my hands on her hips and bounced her toward me, driving my length into her as far as I could. She clenched her legs beside me, her pussy gripping onto my cock as I moved inside of her.

"Yes, fuck yes," she sighed, closing her eyes.

From my viewpoint, the sight of her spread back on top of me, my cock driving into her, was fucking incredible. I could feel the pressure building inside me, heightening with every movement.

"Oh god, I'm going to...I'm about to..." She gasped as I slid a finger in, alongside my cock, circling her sweet spot.

She screamed, her back arching as I pumped into her, harder and faster, my own load on the verge of exploding. She slowed, riding me, enjoying the aftermath of her climax. My grip on her hips tightened as I came, releasing inside of her.

Sighing, she collapsed onto my stomach. My fingers stroked her back, her skin cold and clammy, a thin film of sweat covering us both.

I smiled as she stood up, pulling her dress down to cover herself. And then I noticed her expression. Where I felt mind-blown by an amazing experience with a hot, sexy beautiful woman, she looked sad. Almost upset.

"Are you okay?" I sat up, pulling up my jeans and buttoning them. She nodded taking a step back as I took a step towards her. "You don't seem okay. What's wrong?" I was beginning to doubt my abilities. I’d never had any complaints before, but she looked like she was moments from bursting into tears.

"Was I that bad?" It was a joke. A bad one, but I was just trying to lighten the mood. Luckily, she cracked a smile. The smile turned into a laugh. She sat down on the lounge chair opposite me and shook her head.