Mistletoe Kisses

His eyes are dark and stormy as they meet mine. He doesn't say a word, but his gaze speaks volumes. I position myself on his lap again until I feel the head of his cock touching me in the most intimate of places. Then, I start grinding on him.

I don't know how hard it is for Cal to handle this, but within mere seconds, I'm fucking dying for it. His cock is leaking with precum, and I feel our juices mixing as I sit on him, twisting my hips on his lap and drawing groans of pleasure from my teacher's lips.

I'm too far gone now to stop, too needy for the thrusts of his powerful hips to pay any mind to his painful touch. His fingers are bruising my hip bone; the pain is shocking yet welcome, proving his need for me.

Exhilarated, I throw my head back and rock my hips against his. "Are you tempted yet, Sir?" I ask him breathlessly.

Cal doesn't answer, but his eyes tell me everything I need to know. He's fighting a battle with himself right now, and it’s not looking good for him. For once, I'm the one tempting him to the edge of reason, bringing him closer and closer to crossing the line.

"Don't you just want to push your big cock inside me, Sir?"

His eyes are darker than ever as they meet mine, but his voice is a threat wrapped in pure silk. "You're going to regret teasing me like this, sweetheart. But since you're so confident... let's see what you've got." He takes his hands off me and folds them behind his head, his stormy eyes locked on mine with cold, steely resolve. "Go ahead, Noelle. Do your worst."

As it is I’m too turned on to think clearly, but his smug tone and resolute challenge sober me a little and shake my confidence. Am I crazy to think I can really push him over the edge? To think I can really tease him until he finally gives in?

Cal doesn’t give in; he makes me give in.

I might be crazy, but I’ve already committed to it, so all I can do at this point is try my best.

I reach for his cock but he slaps my hand away. "No hands. No mouth, unless you want me to smack that, too. Use your pussy and nothing else."

That shouldn’t make me so hot, but his words alone make me throb deep inside. I was already burning up, but the mental image of him manhandling me turns the heat up a few more degrees.

I frown and pout at him like I’m unhappy, but I accept his amendment to the rules. I’m playing to win, so if he wants me to rub my pussy all over him until he finally gives in and thrusts himself inside me, I will.

I reposition myself over his cock, reaching my hand down to spread my slick pussy lips and moving myself along the solid length of him. The stimulation is almost too much to take and I shudder, throwing my head back and closing my eyes.

When I get to the head, I shift my weight and lean forward, planting my hands on his wa

ist and pushing back against his cock, wishing he’d lift his hips and push it inside me.

He doesn’t. I slide my pussy against it again and again, looking him straight in the eye as I do. My stomach is twisted up in knots, I’m aching like mad, and if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I think I might die.

“Please,” I whisper.

Wordlessly, Cal shakes his head.

I break his gaze, failing to hold back a groan of frustration.

I don’t know what else to do. I’m so turned on I can’t even think straight, and if this is driving me this crazy and he can just sit there and say no to me… maybe he’s right. Maybe I can’t handle him.

No, that’s quitter talk.

I’m not gonna lose, and I’m damn sure not gonna quit.

Pulling myself upright, I try to think of a new approach.

Men are visual creatures. I got hot thinking about him manhandling me, so maybe I can get him hotter if I make him look at something he wants.

In a less aroused state I would find this mortifying, but right now I’m as shameless as he usually is. I sit on him and lie back, bracing my weight on the bed with one hand. I allow my legs to fall open, and he falls right into the trap, his hungry graze dropping to my freshly shaved pussy.

I reach down with my free hand, rubbing myself while he looks. "You like what you see, Sir?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "You think my pussy is pretty?"

He’s tense as he looks at me, his hands fisting in the sheets as he resists the urge to touch, but I'm not done just yet.

"You could have it, right now. Remember when you licked it until I came on your face? You could fuck me right now and make me come all over your cock.”

His next command is short and clipped. "Beg."