Trixsters Anonymous

Since our text last night, I’ve had nothing but her on my mind. Those flirtatious messages led to X-rated images in my brain.

“Seeing that you’re wrapped around me and not howling in pain, I take it your groin is better?”

“All better.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” is all I say before I crash my mouth to hers, sliding my tongue inside and tangling it with hers.

She meets me stroke for stroke, latching tighter and grinding her hips into mine. Little whimpers escape her throat when I back her into the wall and rock my aching dick against her center.

“I think you may have mentioned something about teasing. Does this feel like teasing?” I say into her mouth. The thought of fucking her against this wall crosses my mind, but I know it will never be enough. I want to savor every minute before, during, and after I have Emi for the first time.

No doubt, I’ve had my share of easy fucks in my life, but Emi will never be one of them. She deserves to be cherished and shown exactly how a man like me takes care of his woman, and a hard fuck against a wall is not how to prove that.

I swivel my hips into hers again, a little more forcefully, making sure she feels exactly what she does to me. “Does it feel like I’m teasing now?” I repeat.

“No,” she hums on my tongue.

My plans of waiting until I got her to my house are no longer an option. But I need to hear the words.

“I want you, Emi. Tell me you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.” Her hushed response is all I need to start moving.

No more is spoken as I walk us back to her room. With each step, my cock grows harder, begging for relief. For one solid week, blue balls and cold showers have become a part of my daily routine, but tonight, that ends.

Carnal and animalistic need burns in my veins as I lay her back on the bed and skim my hands from her ass to her waist.

My mouth trails across her lips, cheek, and jawline until it reaches her ear.

"Last chance, Emerson, tell me if I should stop."

"Please don't." She arches her neck and leans into my chest.

"You're completely healed?" I refer to her injury.

"Yes, you won't hurt me."

"Never, I'll never hurt you. But I want to be the reason you can't walk tomorrow, not some fucking yoga sprain."

Her only response is to tighten her thighs around my hips.

I brace on my elbows and gaze down at her. My pulse starts to race at the sight below. Her face is flushed, lips pink and slightly swollen, but it's her eyes that hold me hostage. They are staring back at me brightly, the honey-brown glowing amber with a mixture of desire and need that can only be described as radiant.

It's a look I want to see again and again, specifically when I'm buried deep inside her. I want that look reserved only for me for the rest of my life.

"You are so beautiful," I tell her and watch her cheeks grow pinker.

Slowly, I lean down to skim my lips along hers then start kissing my way down. As if she anticipates my movements, her legs loosen and drop, allowing me to go lower down her body, stopping at her stomach.

Her t-shirt has risen, exposing the skin between her belly button and the elastic waistband of her leggings. Something shiny catches my eyes, and I lift the shirt with my teeth to reveal a purple jeweled ring.

"Fuck," I hiss through my teeth, staring at the piercing.

"What's wrong?" She props up, looking at me nervously.