The Havoc We Wreak (The Four 3)

Unfortunately, she somehow managed to resist me. Both of us had taken a step back, neither wanting to lose the bet, and I think we both knew how close we were to just saying “fuck it” and giving in.

Damn it. Why did I make this fucking stupid bet? Oh yeah, to try and keep both our minds off tomorrow.

I sat down at the kitchen table, resting my elbows on the smooth wood as I admired my girl plating up our food. She carried the steaming bowls of spaghetti over, the smell of the rich tomato sauce making my stomach growl.

“Parmesan?” She leaned around me, purposely brushing her tits against my arm, and grated the cheese onto my food. I had to clench my fists to stop myself from touching her.

“I’ve decided you’re sitting on me to eat.” My dick was begging to be inside her, and it would be fucking torture having her on my lap, but it might

just get her to give in.

“You’ve decided, have you?” Her voice was a sultry purr. I moved back to allow her to slide onto my lap, and we both gasped as her ass pressed into my cock.

“Hang on a minute, baby.” I shuffled her around, adjusting my dick, and she gave a soft moan of approval.

“I’m going to sit on you sideways,” she decided, her voice hoarse, swinging her legs around. Guess she couldn’t handle the feel of my dick against her pussy. I smiled to myself.

“Whatever you want.” Resting my arm around her waist, I scooped up some of the spaghetti and sauce, twirling it around on my fork.

“One-handed, and you didn’t even spill any,” she said, as I brought the fork to her lips.

“I can do a lot of things with one hand.”

“I know.” She opened her mouth, allowing me to slide the fork inside. While she was eating, I took the chance to grab a mouthful of my own food.

“Feeding me, making me sit on you…” She tilted her head, looking at me. “Is this all part of the plan to make me give in?”

I didn’t answer, because I was distracted by the sauce on the side of her lip. I brought my thumb up to wipe it away, and she opened her mouth, taking my thumb into it and sucking it.

“Fucking hell,” I ground out.

She released my thumb, and pressed her lips to mine. “Do you give in?”

“No. Eat your food, Snowflake.”

For a couple of minutes we were both quiet as we ate, until I moved my hand from her waist and down between her legs. She let out a soft gasp, as I stroked my finger down over her silky shorts, feeling how soaked she was for me. I hadn’t expected her to hold out for this long.

I kissed her shoulder, then moved to her neck, scraping my teeth up her throat as I continued my slow torture of her pussy, keeping the pressure light and teasing, knowing that she’d become desperate for more.

She wriggled against my hand, trying to increase the pressure.

“Still hungry?” I asked roughly, my lips skimming over her ear.

She moaned.

“Feed me.”

Obediently, she picked up the fork, her hand shaking slightly, and aimed the fork at my lips. Her eyes met mine, all dark and lustful, and she sucked in a breath at the look on my face.

I opened my mouth, and she stopped dead, dropping the fork back down with a clatter.

“Fuck it, you win,” she suddenly said, swinging herself around so she was straddling me, attacking my mouth with a desperate kiss.

Finally.

I opened my mouth for her, kissing her back just as fiercely, gripping her hips as she moved against me, driving both of us wild. Breaking the kiss, I pulled her top off over her head, then pushed the plates aside.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I took a minute just to drink her in. All tousled dark hair and wide eyes, her nipples standing up and begging for attention, she looked at me with so much fucking lust that I needed to be inside her more than anything. But first… I lowered my head, taking a nipple into my mouth, lightly biting it as I caressed the other.