Playing With Fire - Sex Stories

Playing With Fire

... pothole, the car would bounce, and us with it. Which meant the toy would continue to fuck me, causing me to whimper every time it happened. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to get me to cum. He no doubt knew this and was doing it on purpose just to watch me squirm some more. Zeke kept his hand on my leg the entire way back, massaging my inner thigh just inches from my groin, every time I'd try to scoot down in my seat to get him to touch me. He not only moved his hand with me, but also moved it further down my leg. Then I switched tactics and tried to grab his hand and move it up further, but he pulled his hand away and took it off my leg completely. That was the last time I tried that. Even the gentle massage felt incredible in my current state, and for now I'd have to settle for just that until we got back to his place and he could give me what we both wanted. Although by that time there was certain to be a wet spot on this seat. Not that he'd mind too much. * * * * * When we got back to Zeke's apartment I nearly shoved him inside and slammed the door behind us. Making sure it was locked up tightly, I turned around and nearly ran into his chest. Zeke responded by putting his hands under my skirt, palms flat against my bare ass and pulled me even closer, kissing me deeply and passionately. I could feel the tent he was pitching in his pants, although I had it on good authority that he was nowhere near as aroused as I was. I know because I was having trouble keeping myself ...

... under control, and if that were the case with him he'd have bent me over the nearest surface and pounded me from behind until I couldn't stand any more by this point. “I'm proud of you, Emily,” Zeke began in a low voice, “you've been a good girl today.” Zeke began massaging my ass with both hands as he spoke, causing me to rest my head on his shoulder and whimper softly. When he finished speaking he moved his right hand slightly to grab the end of the plug and pulled it out of me without warning, causing me to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming at the sensation. I didn't see where he put the toy after he took it out of me. He then moved that hand around to the front, slipping it between my thighs and sliding his middle finger inside of me to the first knuckle, presumably to see how wet I was. I kept my head buried into his shoulder, mostly from embarrassment, but also because I didn't want to see that smug victorious grin again. Knowing he had this kind of effect on me; the power to turn me into a hot mess of sexual desire was something he could be quite smug about at times. Zeke disentangled my arms from his neck and led me over to the couch. I tried to walk around to the front, but Zeke kept a firm grip on my hand to keep me from going far. He gently pulled me back over to him and bent me over the backrest. I braced myself, putting my palms flat on the cushions and nibbled at my lower lip when I felt Zeke flip up my skirt, clearly too impatient to even bother with ...