"You know…" he said, cockiness dripping from his voice. I hated him even more at this moment than I ever had. And I'd hated him immensely for quite some time now.
"Yes," I began, my voice sounding exasperated. "You won our bet."
"And you keep your word." He grinned, recalling a statement I had once made to an acquaintance of ours. I regretted that now. He plopped down on the chair, a strange mix of hate and lust filling his eyes.
"I do," I agreed, steeling my resolve to make this so good that just being around me from now on would make him weak. I began to saunter toward him.
"So pay up, you little bitch." With that he began undoing his belt. "Get on your knees." His hands moved to easily unfasten his button. I shuddered.
I let out an arrogant chuckle. "Take your shirt off," I commanded. Hefrowned at me.
"My shirt?" He looked completely puzzled.
"Oh, my poor boy. You think blowjobs are isolated to one location?"
His hands froze on his zipper. I had him now; putty in my hands.
"That's how they usually work…" he weakly argued.
"That's not how they work for me. As a matter of fact, you may want to be laying down for what I'm going to do to you." I nearly choked on the words, but was satisfied when I watched him melt a little. He quickly regained his composure, sealing up the slight display of weakness. "Take your shirt off and lay on the bed."
He obeyed, his attempted look of hate thinly masking the lust in his eyes. He removed his shirt and moved across the room to the bed, flopping down on it. I strolled to him and tugged at the waist of his jeans, and he inched them toward his knees.
He cleared his throat. "So you actually think you're good at this?" He accused, lying on his back, his hands behind his head.
"I know I am," I quipped as I sat on the bed next to him.
"Hmm. We'll have to see about that. I'm difficult to please."
"I doubt that. I'm sure this will be done in a minute or two."
"Ouch," he grinned. "You'll be quite disappointed, then. I'm known for endurance." His gorgeous green eyes –which I hated immensely- were boring through me, weakening my resolve.
I let out a laugh. "You've never experienced something like this, I can assure you." And I steeled my resolve. "I'm the best you'll ever have." He grinned, not believing me. He was in for a treat, though he certainly didn't deserve it.
Knowing full well that he wouldn't give anything away to make this easier, I decided to poke and prod to see what he liked. I rose to my hands and knees on the bed beside him, lowering my lips to his ears. "What do you like, Jasper?" And I pulled his earlobe into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then roughly, barely catching his sharp inhale. This would be fun; studying his body language as he tried to deny me any satisfaction of seeing him giving in to me. "Do you like that?" I whispered as huskily as I could, releasing his ear and moving to his neck. "Maybe this?" I bit a little on his neck, letting out a soft "mmm" which he shuddered ever so slightly at. I balanced on my knees as my hands grabbed his shoulders, squeezing them in false desire as I licked back up to his ear, inhaling sharply through my teeth. I felt goose bumps on his arms under my hands. I certainly had his attention.
I coasted down to his nipple, letting my hot breath caress his skin. "How about this?" I asked him as I took his nipple into my mouth, suckling and biting with just enough pressure to make him hiss. Ah-ha. He was not so hard to read after all. I kissed his chest, supporting myself on one arm as my other hand began to slowly slide down his stomach. I couldn't deny how nice the finely toned muscle felt, but quickly reminded myself of who I had my hands on. He was damned lucky to be getting a treat like this from me. He was lucky I hated him enough to want to make this good enough that the bittersweet memory of this night would torture him for a long time to come.
I let my fingernails rake over his boxers, down his leg to his knee, then back up the inside of his leg, slowly pulling the leg of his boxers up as I went. I stopped just shy of his most sensitive areas, moving my hand back to his side to squeeze what I could reach of his ass. I felt him tense. I ran my fingers under the waist of his boxers, from one hip to the other. I had worked my mouth back up his neck to his ear, slowly torturing him with it. "Get rid of these," I growled, snapping the elastic waist against his skin. His hands shot down, but they were inaccurate and almost sloppy as he thrust his boxers down.
Perhaps I stared a moment too long at the vision now exposed before me. "Like what you see?" He bragged, his façade, which moments ago was tearing at the seams, was back intact.
I couldn't let him win at my game… I had to quickly regain control of the situation. "Ehh. It's maybe a little better than what I was expecting," I said offhandedly.
He let out an amused "huh."
I stared a moment longer in mock concentration. "I suppose I could make do with it." He chuckled slightly, because truth be told, we both knew I liked what I saw.
"Then get busy," he commanded.
I snorted. "This isn't something to be rushed."
"I thought you said we'd be done in a minute or two?"
"Which is exactly why I won't rush. I'll be gentle. I'll draw it out, give you time to build up to it." It was nearly comical how arrogant we both sounded in our jesting. "You'll need it," I promised.
"Trust me," he growled in my ear, "you don't have to go gentle on me. And, like I said, I'm known for endurance."
"In that case…" I threw one leg between his, grinding my thigh into his groin as I bit his neck. His hips jolted up to meet the pressure I was giving him. I sucked on his neck and shoulders and I raked my fingernails slowly, agonizingly down his stomach, down the top of his thigh before trailing it to his inner thigh. I moved my leg from between his in a quick, gentle motion, and scratched my nails up his leg and grabbed his balls. His body gave a light jerk.
Next on the agenda: make his imagination go into overload. I grabbed both of his wrists and slammed them onto the bed above his head. I used my weight to hold them there, my face was inches from his.
"Do you like to be dominated?" Like the little bitch you are?
His eyes danced between my eyes and mouth as he licked his lips. I saw a dozen fantasies play in his eyes. His imagination was working; time to send it home.
I sat up, jerking his wrists with me and forcing them to his sides on the bed. I kept my weight on them and lowered my head to his hips. I kissed from one hip toward his dick, where I flicked my tongue across the head. I heard his breath catch. I moved to the bottom of his balls and licked from there to the tip of his head. His hips bucked. I could make this so much better, but I was already disgusted with myself for getting into this predicament, no need to rub salt in the wound. My only solace was in the satisfaction of seeing him tense around me from now on. In driving him nuts by making him ache for a repeat performance of tonight.
Time to speed this along. I moved one of his hands to the back of my head. "Or do you like to be in control?" I asked, releasing his other wrist. I supported my weight on my hands still, giving him silent permission to do as he pleased. There was a momentary pause as he processed the options before him.
In a quick motion, his free hand grabbed his dick to aim it toward my mouth as the hand on my head shoved me down onto him. For some strange reason the groan that escaped his lips turned me on.
As expected, I quickly found his length filling my throat. I grabbed his hips to keep him there for a moment and coaxed a "Fuck!" out of him when I swallowed him, my throat tightening around his head.
I released his hips and let him set the pace for a moment. Good, he wanted this hard and fast. That usually translated to quick. I threw his hand off of my head once I caught his pace and worked both my hand and mouth along his length.
Well, he was right about the endurance thing, though I assumed he was working extra hard at it to prove his point. As I sucked him, my hands rubbed and massaged every part of his body that I could reach. As I felt his resistance crumbling, I focused again on his dick and balls. Little flicks and twists occasionally elicited jerks from his body.
Small grunts began to arise from him and his muscles began tensing. Ah, the home stretch. I glanced up at him, his face twisted with the impending orgasm and I realized for the first time that he was actually an attractive, maybe very attractive guy. Maybe.
My thoughts had distracted me enough that I was startled when he cried out, his hands flying to my head to secure it to him as his orgasm flooded my mouth. I found myself swallowing before I could even think about it.
Well, I hadn't planned on doing that for him…
I risked a glance in his direction again and … damn … no matter how big of a prick he was, I couldn't deny that he looked hot as hell when he came. His green eyes had nearly taken on a black color.
I sucked gently on him a little longer, easing him down from his climax.
Okay, my debt was fulfilled. Nice time was over. I jumped off the bed, fighting an immense temptation to tap his nuts as I did. Oh, I would have enjoyed that immensely, but it was just too wrong.
I leaned down to his ear and whispered, "I hope you enjoyed that, honey. And remember it well, because it will never happen again." I smiled sarcastically at his amused expression. I grabbed his shirt from the floor, threw it in his face, and walked out the door.
Damn it, I should have snapped a picture with my phone. It would have made for good blackmail if I ever needed it.