For Matt
*
She had been asking for me to fuck her all day.
No, she hadn't actually said the words right out loud to me, but I knew. She had been teasing me and tormenting me all day, almost to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. She knew she was doing it too; I could see the look on her face every time she glanced over and saw the increasingly hard bulge in my pants. That little self-satisfied smirk she gave me, and then she'd flip her hair and casually go back to what she was doing. She knew all day that I was horny, and yet she purposely avoided situations where she and I were alone, because she knew the second I got her alone I was going to rip off all her clothes and force her down onto whatever horizontal surface I could find.
It was later that evening when I was finally presented with an opportunity to strike. She was in the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher, completely oblivious to my presence until I was almost upon her. I bent down quickly, reached around and cupped one of her breast, and began pinching them and rolling them between my fingers. She stiffened immediately when I did this, and tried to straighten up to push me away, but I was ready for it, and I pushed her hard against the counter, trapping her.
"Matt!" she hissed quietly. "There are people in the other room!"
I smiled wickedly, cupped her other breast with my hand, and pressed my body against hers. I know she could feel how hard I was through the back of her jeans, but she still started squirming, trying to wriggle out from between me and the counter.
"Matt, come on," she said quietly I could tell she was annoyed, "get off! I'm not having sex with you while there are people here, it's rude!"
I smiled again, and leaned down on top of her. "You really don't have a choice now, do you?"
He head whipped around, and she glared at me fiercely. I knew that she loves to be dominated, but she never goes down without a fight. I grabbed one of her wrists and pulled it behind her back, pulling her away from the counter. She glared at me again and tried to twist out of my grip, but I held her fast, and grabbed her other wrist. I pulled her up against me, and she glared up at me, and once again uttered a low threat for me to stop. This really only succeeded in making me harder than I already was. I love it when she looks at me like that, that fierce look of defiance; it makes me want to dominate her all that much more.
I began to slowly pull her down the hallway towards her bedroom, and she struggled again. She shot a glance at me, and then shook her head.
"Hey guys," she called into the living room to her roommates, "could you finish unloading the dishwasher, I'm going to take a nap." Her roommates laughed in the living room. They knew as well as she did that sleep was the last thing she was getting for the next few hours. They knew this was another one of our games. "Sure, whatever. Have fun!"
She blushed slightly, and rolled her eyes. I tightened my grip of her wrists, and pulled her urgently down the hallway. She fought me the entire way down, pulling and twisting, letting out soft mewls of protest. As soon as I got her into the door of her room, I spun her around, and pushed her quite hard onto her bed. She landed with a thump and let out a little cry. I shut the door, took a second to lock the door, and then I was upon her. She was still in a half kneeling position on the bed, and I quickly knelt behind her, and wrapped my arms around her, taking her breast into my hands once again. She shot me an annoyed look, but I started to massage her breasts through her shirt, and she closed her eyes and moaned softly. I loved breasts, especially hers and she knew it. She had such large, curvy breasts, I could barley get my hands around them, and her nipples were so hard I could feel them through the shirt and the bra. I pulled her back towards me, pulled her shirt over her head, and threw it on the floor. She turned, and brought her face close to mine. I pulled her closer and kissed her hard, pushing my tongue and deep as into her mouth. She responded in turn and slid her tongue over mine and pressed her mouth harder against mine.
I slid my hands up and slowly unclasped the front of her bra. I hated getting those things off, they were so hard to figure out. I pulled away from her, taking the bra with me, and threw it on the floor with her shirt. I pushed her back onto the bed, and suddenly I just couldn't take it anymore. I needed to have her, I needed to touch her, I needed to own every inch of her. I grabbed one of her breast roughly, and began to fondle it. Her breasts were so firm and soft, and I could see how hard her nipples were already.
She moaned softly, brought her hand up and began to caress her other breast. She gave me a naughty smile. "Come on hun, suck on my breasts, I know you want to."