It's when he's standing on the doorstep behind her that the nerves set in, but he shakes them off a moment later. He watches her turn the key and look back at him as she steps into her house. He reminds himself he can back up the big game he was talking as she takes his jacket. He clears his throat.
"So, you seem pretty confident in our bet," he says.
"Trying to get right to it I see," she answers, "so eager! Doesn't bode well for you."
"Maybe I'm just confident too."
"I'm going to do you a favor get a glass of wine so you can cool off and relax," she raises her dark eyebrows teasingly and smiles, "come on in, have a seat"
"Suit yourself", he answered.
"Take of your shoes, get comfortable," she invited.
He takes of his shoes, but he's too flustered to relax. He follows her into the living room, and sits in a chair next to the couch. She disappears into the kitchen and comes back with two glasses of red and offers him one.
She sits on the couch, crossing her legs, letting her dress hug her thick thighs, and dangles one of her heels from her toes.
He tries to think of something to say, but he can't stop thinking about what's about to happen. He drinks deeply.
"Thanks for the wine," he said, increasingly aware that he's hard for her and has been for some time. He shifts in his chair trying not to give too much away. He notices she's grinning.
"What?", he inquires.
"Nothing," she says.
"Sure," he says. He's trying to play it off, but her legs and dangling heel are quickening his heartbeat and the idea that she's on to him puts him off balance. He is surprised to find himself even more aroused at this. His breathing speeds up.
"It's not working is it?", she asks, running her fingers along the pearl necklace that stands out charmingly against her warmly tan skin.
"What isn't working?" he answers.
"The wait. It's just getting you more excited, huh?". She sips her wine.
"I can handle it," he says, full of fake bravado. Another sip, a little too big for someone who's supposedly calm.
She looks at him knowingly and sips again, placing her glass on the coffee table between them.
"Alright then - let's go," she says.
"Really? What happened to my cooldown?", he shoots back.
"It's only making things worse, and I want to give you a fighting chance," she said with a confident smile.
"Whatever you say," he said, failing to sound sure of himself.
She pushes her dark hair off the side of her face and lets her dangling heel fall to the carpet as she looks into his eyes. He glances towards it on the ground and then back to her. She pushes the other off with her bare toes and kicks them to the side before standing up and walking slowly towards him. He flushes at the realization that this is really happening. He swallows nervously as he's undoing his belt, and again as she pulls his pants off. He hopes she doesn't notice. She does. She kneels. He swallows again. She notices again.
"We can still renegotiate you know - to the easier bet," she says.
"No need," he replies.
She'd been talking up her skills for some time before they'd gotten together. She claimed to have an irresistibly talented mouth and that she'd have him melting before he knew it. He said he'd met some pretty talented lips in his day so he'd was sure he could handle it. She'd surprised him by offering a bet - that she'd have him finishing hard in less than five minutes, tops. Caught off guard, he agreed. He'd gone so far as to double down, saying even ten minutes would be no problem for a seasoned player like him. Now, feeling the air on his cock as she slid his boxers down his legs, he was wondering if he'd gotten ahead of himself.
"You sure?", she teased, "Five minutes is a pretty long time - longer than you think. Guys tend to overestimate themselves."
She runs her tongue along the inside of her bottom lip before biting it playfully and grinning.
"I'm sure - do your worst. We'll see how confident you are in ten minutes."
"Okay then. I tried to warn you - beg all you want, I'm not cutting you any slack from here on out."
"There won't be any begging."
"We'll see. Did you bring it?"
He pauses a moment. He'd secretly been hoping she'd forget.
"In my left pocket."
He smiles sheepishly as she pulls a stopwatch out of the pocket of his jeans on the floor. She looks at him confidently and tests it out with a few clicks of the buttons.
"Looks like we're ready."
"Looks like."
She smiles and she starts the stopwatch with a beep, lets it dangle around her wrists, then looks him in the eye as her mouth opens slightly and the tip of her tongue starts to slide towards her lips.
He manages to stifle his first gasp when she wraps her lips and tongue around him, but just barely - the sudden warmth, the first pull of her tongue along the bottom, the first twist of her lips and she pulls her face away before plunging it back down. Confident, expert, irresistible. The pleasure is overwhelming and he's already begun to tingle. Her lips up and down him. A flick of her tongue. His already wavering confidence slips a little further away.
"No," he tells himself, "I'll settle into it soon, hit my stride."
She does it again, a drag of her tongue, a gentle rotation of her head as she moves up and down him. Over and over, the cool of the room then the heat and wet of her mouth. The smooth of her lips and the push and flick of her tongue. He notices he's breathing faster, tries to slow down. In, flick, twist, out. The muscles in his legs tighten. Her fingers squeeze back at them. His cock pulls back against the roof of her mouth. He exhales, more loudly then he means to.
His little moans flow against his will.
She pulls her mouth slowly along his length and pauses with his tip in her lips. She holds up the stopwatch where she can read it, laughs a little low in her throat without letting him slip out of her mouth, and turns it around so he can see. It's been twenty-nine seconds. His eyes dart nervously as he meets her gaze. He leans his head back and breathes deeply.
That's when he feels her fingers wrap around his balls and gently squeeze. He shudders - he hadn't even noticed she had put him into such a state without even using her hands. In, flick, twist, out. Her hand pushes up into the skin around his shaft and then pulls firmly back down on his balls. In, flick, twist, out.
"Ah - oh, God!", he blurts accidentally, "Your hands..."
He hears a self-satisfied moan that gently vibrates the lips around him. She slides all the way down him and finally lets him out of her mouth for the first time with a soft pop.
"Oh darling, I'm only just starting!", she says and she dangles the timer. Forty-six seconds. "You're not struggling already, are you?"
He lets his breath out slowly. He opens his mouth to answer when she suddenly squeezes him - he only groans.
"It's a long way yet to ten minutes hotshot," she says softly.
She smiles when he doesn't answer, and pulls him back down onto her tongue. The cool of the air on him fades into the warmth of her mouth - it feels devastatingly good - and any stamina gained during the pause from her mouth melts away on her circling tongue. In, flick, twist, out. The tingling in his cock keeps growing.
"I can do this," he tells himself, "I'll just think of something else."
Suddenly he's gasping again. He's not even sure what she's doing to him but there is a new, perfect pleasure, a pressure on the bottom of his cock that's overwhelming him, pushing the tingle further from his control. He realized she's wrapped her thumb and finger around him and is punctuating the drags of her lips down his cock with a brief, perfect squeeze around the middle. He's especially sensitive there, instead of where most guys are, at the tip. He'd thought this would be an advantage against her but his grunts and moans gave him away and she expertly felt her way around him, noting every gasp and twitch, learning to make him helpless. He's losing control of the muscles behind his balls and realizes his toes are curling inward. He tries to relax - tries to keep himself from bobbing back to the top of her mouth, from making himself throb even harder.
Her hand slides further down him and lets go for a moment.
