And then he could just push in with that big, fat cock.
Fuck her like this, to the strains of people having sex onscreen and his own harsh breathing. Rut over her until she was all but crushed into the mattress, her face pressed deep in the pillow to hide her cries of pleasure. And they would be cries of pleasure, too. She knew he would make it good.
It was just that he had to do something first in order to get there: Expose her. Bare her ass to the air, in a way that did not seem flattering. All he would see was the thing he had once hurled insults at, and the second that thought occurred her hand went over his. Hard enough to sting him, quick enough to startle. He made a little sound of surprise, as though he’d been operating under the same sexual autopilot she had for the last five minutes.
But it was fine, it was cool.
She knew how to get him back there.
All she had to do was act like her touch was meant in a slightly different way. Not as a stop sign. More like an urgent need to push him further. She rubbed the heel of her hand against him and the heel of his hand rubbed between her legs, and to her relief he seemed to get it. He groaned, at least, and pressed that solid shape tighter against her ass.
Now he was practically dry humping her.
Though that was okay—she was pretty much riding his hand. He cupped her sex through her jeans and she urged herself against him, over and over until her cheeks were on fire and her nipples were two tight points poking through her jersey, and her clit, god, her clit. It seemed so swollen and stiff that even this kind of not-quite contact was way, way too much.
Then he spoke, and she realized she didn’t know what too much was.
Really it was him, whispering breathlessly in her ear.
“So excited again. So ready to come. You been lying here just aching for it, huh? Watching them fuck, getting hotter and hotter until you couldn’t help rutting like that, like some animal in heat. Pussy all greedy for something thick and solid, clit this tight little bead. I’m guessing a couple of strokes will do the trick, right? Just a little bit more of this and you’ll do it, all over my hand. Tell me. Tell me you would.”
She honestly didn’t know why she said nothing in reply. What made her bury her head in the pillow and cover it over with both arms. She only knew what he did in response: redoubled his efforts. No teasing here—he slipped that hand under the waistband of her jeans, and immediately searched out her clit. Found it and rubbed in tight circles until she kind of wanted to scream.
In fact, she did scream, when his other hand squirmed beneath her body.
Partly because he cupped and squeezed her right breast, fingers pulling at her stiff little nipple.
But mostly because she knew why he really did it.
Not to please her. Not to make her come faster.
He just wanted to fondle her there. He wanted to know what it was like—she was sure of it. And the second he found out, something seemed to shift in him. Suddenly he wasn’t so focused on getting her off, hard and fast. It was like he wanted something from this, too, bad enough that he almost just said it right out loud. Fuck I bet that pussy feels so good when you sink right in, so tight and hot and wet, Jesus, he groaned, as he dipped those maddening fingers down and into her. Savoring the feel of her, she thought, before he returned to her clit.
Only now the memory of those words was behind it.
His rough breathing, his hoarse tone, the very idea of him pushing that big, thick cock into her. He would definitely fill her if he tried it. He filled her with his fingers, and they were half the size. And God, how would he be as he took her like that? He seemed half gone now, even though both of them were still fully dressed and barely touching. Surely if they were stripped, and sweating, and heaving together, things would be even more intense? They had to be, and yet…
When he shoved her jersey just a little way up, she still flinched.
She still thought of her belly, even though he could barely see it. She was mostly on her side and he barely lifted the thing, yet the feeling was there. And it stayed there, eating at her, until it became clear what he was doing. His hand left her breast and she felt him shift a little so he could get at his zipper, and then the room was abruptly filled with the most glorious sound on the face of the earth.
His hand, on his cock.