They were sitting on the couch in his room, him laid across her lap and her scratching his head. Who knows what they were talking about; hours had passed by but time seemed to have stopped. Somehow, they got on the subject of muscle kinks.
"I don't know what it is but I get the worst knots in my back. Maybe I'm sleeping on it wrong...Wish I hadn't missed that massage appointment!" she said.
"You know, I've been teaching myself to give great massages...I have some massage oil here if you'd like me to give it a try."
Hmm,
she thought,
I wish...
"That's sweet of you, but I shouldn't."
"Ah, of course. The boyfriend."
She'd been seeing this guy for almost eight months, but long distance was hard. She'd asked him who knows how many times to tie her up - he always said he was into it, but nothing ever came of it. Just like the ex she was flirting with now...
"Nah," he said, "No worries. Just a friend helping out another friend."
She decided she could afford to play the naïveté. After all, it was just a little back rub. And if things heated up, she could always stop him.
"Lay down on the bed, it'll be better."
She gave him a look.
"No, seriously, the massage won't be as good if you can't relax."
She gave a slight nod and laid down on the bed. She shifted for a moment to remove her sweater, and paused before removing her bra top. It was a lacey bustier top, the same coral pink as her panties, hiding safely under her jeans. Earlier in the evening she was enjoying the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show with her girls, which of course called for the proper dress. She didn't want to look too good - playing with temptation and all - but she loved to show off. She was laying on her belly, so she figured she'd be safe from any ungentlemanly glances her way.
He sat, straddling her ass and leaned over her back. She was nervous, and ticklish, squirming all over the place.
"Relax. Just relax," he said, calmly but authoritatively.
She tried to find herself in the moment, and let go. She focused on her breathing and the feel of his hands over her back... It was hard not to breathe in sharply when his fingers grazed the side of her breasts. She wanted him to touch her, but she knew it would be wrong. Damn if you will that only made her wetter...
She didn't know how much time had passed, but eventually he grew tired. She offered to return the favor, and though she was more being polite than genuine, he took her up on it. She re-covered her chest while he took off his shirt and they switched positions, but she wasn't a very good masseuse. Now that she was sitting up right she seemed to be returning to her senses, and realized how dangerous it was to flirt with her ex. Torn, she quickly flopped down onto the bed next to him.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm no good at this. Maybe I can relax you in another way."
He lifted up onto his elbow and turned towards her. Raising an eyebrow he said, "What exactly did you have in mind?"
She giggled, thinking of how much she loved to give head. It'd been such a long time since she'd played with him, she could barely remember how his cock felt in her mouth...
No, no. I mustn't think like that
. As she searched for a proper answer, his hand trailed down her neck and traced the outline of her top. She sighed and immediately forgot her train of thought.
Slowly, ever so slowly, his hand moved down to cover her breast, squeezing softly.
"Mmmmm..."
Emboldened, he pinched her nipple, and rolled it between his fingers. She moaned in pleasure and softly moved into his hand. He reached over with his other hand and grabbed her other nipple, massaging her tits as she squirmed beneath him.
He tried to pull her top down to free her breasts, but she just laughed playfully and held it up. He pulled harder, but she shook her head, her eyes smiling. He kept trying and in the scuffle, he accidentally pulled her hair.
"Oh, sorry!" He said, backing off her tresses.
She scoffed, and he looked affronted.
"What?"
"Nothing." She rolled onto her front, turning away slightly.
"No, what?"
"Well, I can take a lot more pain than that," she mumbled, under her breath. Even so, he heard the taunt in her voice.
"What, you want me to pull your hair?" He asked, abruptly reaching for her ponytail and grabbing a fistful.
"Ahh," she let out a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a sigh.
"You sure that doesn't hurt?" He asked again, tightening his grip somewhat.
She inhaled, trying to decide between what she knew she should do and what felt so right. Her lower belly clenched, and she knew how wet she'd feel if he reached between her legs right now.
"Nope," she said, trying to sound bored. "I told you, I have a pretty high threshold for pain."
He pulled her towards him and she considered his lips. His eyes were smoldering.
"No!" She swiftly pulled away. "No, no sir, no kisses."
"Aww, now why not?" He pulled her back towards him and she resisted, at first. She tried to get out of his grasp, but he only tightened his hold. She turned this way, and that, but then she fell on top of him, only just hovering above his lips, trying to will herself to do the right thing. He moved almost imperceptibly closer and she gave in, burning to remember what his kisses felt like.
Mmmm.
She reveled in it.
I've missed these lips
.
Their kiss deepened and she moved into him, pressing herself against his body. She could feel his excitement, and focused all her energy on keeping her arms from reaching out to stroke it. He rubbed himself against her and she responded in kind, letting him run his hands all over her body once again. He grabbed her ass, her hair, her tits. He plunged his tongue down her throat as she rubbed her clit against his leg. He reached to unbutton her jeans but she stopped him and rolled them both over. She was pressed under him, grinding her hips against him, willing him to grab her hands and tie them above her head.
Almost as if he was reading her mind, he suddenly grabbed both of her hands in one of his and held them above her head. She giggled and twisted her hands out of his, but found she could not. She was distracted from her loss of power when his other hand started roughly massaging her tits. This wasn't like earlier, when he was testing the waters. His lust had taken over and he was going to do as he pleased with her body.
He moved his hand from her breast across her belly to the top of her pants. They had loosened considerably as they had rolled over the bed, and he could easily slip his hand down to her cunt.
She shifted, stretching her back as much as she could, so he couldn't both hold her hands down and reach into her panties. He chuckled and grabbed for something on the bookshelf behind her. She felt rope around her wrists and she realized he was tying her up.
"Tsk tsk, you can't move like that. I know you want to me to fuck you. Give it up."
His words made her squirm again. His fingers were deft and quickly moved away to let her test her restraints. Firm, yet not uncomfortable. She realized this wasn't his first time tying up a girl.
My, things sure have changed since we broke up
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