Jilling Off

Your hand burning into my thigh as I drive along the street and you tell me to let you know if it’s too distracting. I keep my eyes on the road but I can still feel it on me months later. Your fingers tracing across my skin, holding me against you, flicking across my clit, thrusting in and out of me and I buck and I moan and i grab at you as I come again and again. Our hands entwined in secret, hidden behind the backs of others, holding each other steady in silent streets. The wedding ring that shines too brightly, that’s always visible, your fingers in my mouth, the taste of me on your skin, the touch still burnt into me.

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Now that I have your attention i am probably lying. but i think i will wait until asked before i do it again. i have been sucking a lot of cock lately and while normally i like to do it because i know i am good at it, i feel like my willingness to volunteer to go down is being taken for granted. perhaps if i abstain i will get some good dirty talk again. or perhaps some more head for me.

I hide my nervousness by talking too much. It’s not my house. It’s not you that I’m with. It’s a stranger, a stranger’s apartment, and that would be okay if your touch wasn’t still burnt into my skin from a couple of days before. When he kisses me, he is soft, his hands slow, like he thinks we have all the time in the world, rather than the fast, frantic furious pace that you and I work at. He won’t be checking his watch the way that you do. He won’t be leaving me alone to go back to be with someone else, but still, my mind is not on the blow job at hand. It doesn’t feel right but I pretend to push past that. I gave myself a pep talk into the mirror in the bar after he had started holding my hand, and I give myself another one while I wait for him to come out of the bathroom. I can do this. I need to do this. And he is lovely, and he is delicate, and he is tender, but he is not you.

After the last time, you’re more than willing to let me tie you to my bed, and you haven’t yet realised how mean I want to play today.

I waste no time getting down to business, unbuttoning your fly quickly, and pulling your jeans and underwear down around your knees, partly to imobilise you more, but you don’t know that yet. Your cock is as always waiting for me, especially after the time apart, standing to my attention. My hair is pulled back in a ponytail this time so it can’t fall in my face as I start to bathe your cock with my tongue, licking up and down and around the shaft until every inch of it is glistening with my spit. I open my mouth wide and slowly, ever so slowly slide my lips around it, relaxing my throat so I can take you in as far as possible. You groan appreciatively, and that is why I haven’t gagged you today – I have to be able to pick up every signal from you.

With one hand still wrapped around your cock, I unhook my bra and lean forward so my breasts are hanging down over your lap. I use my hands to bring them together, so that I am titfucking you, your slippery cock sliding in between my warm flesh. I could lose focus here if I’m not careful, I could succumb to the sensation, and the pleasure in your face, climb onto your cock and fuck you silly right now. But that’s what not what I’ve got planned.

“I want you to come on my tits,” I beg you, looking up at you as I circle my nipples with my fingers, “so you’ve got to let me know when you’re just about to come”. You gasp out an “okay” as I take your cock in my mouth again, tongue swirling, teasing your foreskin down. “Oh fuck!” you moan, and I know how close you are, but instead of untying you and offering up my chest, I scuttle to the end of the bed. “Oh no you don’t,” I laugh, “these are for me”.

I grab my breasts hard, the way I like to be touched, and slide my hand down to my wet cunt, laughing. Your face is a mixture of arousal and angst, and it’s beautiful to behold. “It turns out that I’m the one who’s going to have the orgasm, not you,” I say, breathily, as my fingers flick around my clit, and sure enough, very quickly I come, shaking and giggling as the pleasure sweeps over me.

“I feel a bit gipped!” you complain, but I can tell that you’re retracting that complaint as I wrap my lips around your cock again. I watch your eyes roll back in your head as I speed up my pace, and see your hands straining against the scarves that bind you. Again, I am concentrating hard on giving you amazing head, but I am timing it too, and when I think you’re just about to come, I sit back again.

“Fuck, COME ON!” you protest, but no, again, this time I reach for my vibrator, and turn it on full, rubbing it against myself. “You should be grateful I let you watch,” I say, as all my muscles tense, and I ride the wave of the orgasm, your eyes never leaving me. “I could keep this up all day, by the way” I say, as soon as I’ve got my breath back.

But this time, when I lean forward to attend to your poor hard cock, you must have managed to escape your bonds, because you grab my hands and spin me over, pushing my face into the mattress. “Who’s on top now, bitch?” you laugh, as you use one hand to pin my hands to the foot of the bed, and the other to spread my legs. Your hand tickles across my labia, and I squirm at your touch gleefully, but then you stop. I hear the sound of a drawer being opened, and the crackle of a condom packet.

Seconds later you’re plunging into me, hard. “Is this what you wanted?” you demand, panting hard. Your body is slamming into mine, pushing me deeper and deeper into the mattress. I push back up against you, and you release my hands, pulling me to my knees. Your breath is hot against my ear as you kiss my neck, and then sink your teeth into me. I moan in pleasure, and you increase your thrust, pulling my hair as your other hand comes around tto grab my breast. We’ve never fucked this violent before, but I love it. I try to move my hand to my clit,but you push it away. “No more for you,” you say, “not until I’ve had mine”. Your cock is so deep inside me right now, I can’t think of anything else but you. And then you come, I feel it inside, the contained explosion, how stiff your hold body is, and then how it slumps against me, and the noise, the grunt you make. Somehow you have the energy to move your hand around and my clit only needs the tiniest bit of stimulation before I buck back against you, and we topple over together, well and truly spent. As we move to hold each other, and before the tender kisses can start, I whisper in your ear “I still win, 3-1, sucker!”.