God, she always teased me. This little one always got my blood pumping and turned my brain off and did she know it. She made sure I could see her ass when she bent over, always smiling this naughty smile and giving me the "cum fuck me" eyes. It drove me nuts. Now, there are only a few ways a guy can tease back and with this one, it was through stories and poetry, my words went through her dirty little mind like Grant went through Richmond. But that isn't what this is about, well not all of what this is about. This is about her submission and my loss of self control.
We met for coffee, at a little shop just down the street. Nice and low key, not a Starbucks but a local place with a very nice patio. Summer time, in Colorado, warm but not boiling heat but nice and, of course, she was wearing the shortest skirt made by the hand of man and dreamed up in dirty guys fantasies across the world, it was a jean skirt that barely covered anything and made me drool for a peak underneath. A really light t-shirt that had some smart ass slogan on it that made me smirk but her body distracted me from fully absorbing the information.
We chatted a bit and of course she teased me beyond all rational comprehension. She brushed up against me, bite her lower lip, sucked on the straw, bent over to grab her purse giving me a real nice view of her ass. Damn it, it was killing me, she was killing me but it had become such a habitual game for us. I knew she wanted me and I, so wanted her but we had fallen into this pattern of teasing and talking about it but nothing really fun was going on. It got so bad that we started discussing what turned us on which is what started our descent into the gutter and when I admitted my weakness.
"You know there is one thing that anyone with any sense what so ever shouldn't do to me," I said, by way of warning, "No woman should ever bite me neck, never ever unless she wants to get fucked right then and there."
"Right, like I buy that, I like getting bit on the neck too but it doesn't drive me crazy," she stated, smiling a very naughty smile.
"Seriously, it is just something that happens to my brain it turns off and all I want to do is fuck. It has caused problems in the past."
"Whatever," she responded, knowing that "whatever" drove me up the wall.
I glared at her for a moment then shrugged, going back to drinking my coffee.
We continued to have a pleasant day in the sun on the patio, which was rather empty, only two other people that were engrossed in their cell phones. I have no idea if they noticed how much she teased me or how many innuendos went flying around our table. Fuck me, the sexual tension around here is killing me, I thought to myself as stared at her. She was giving me the "come fuck me" eyes and it was torture. Staring into her eyes, I let mine light up with all the lust I felt for that naughty little girl. I got to enjoy her get flustered and look away. The game was still on and we both enjoyed it to much to quit. Once the coffee was done and I couldn't take any more, I stood up and got ready to leave.
"What, no hug?" She asks, innocently pouting.
"Of course," I reply, waiting for her to stand up.
As she stood up, I took her into my arms, squeezing a little hard to let out some the frustration out. She showed her frustration in another way. I felt her teeth sink into my neck as I hugged her, sending a charge through my body. Growling, my fingers digging into her flesh as I tried to get a hold of myself, to stop the rush of hormones ripping through my brain. I lose the war when she sucks my skin between her lips and bites down harder. My mind goes to "lala" land as I pick her up and slam her ass down on the table. I can't think, all I want to do is fuck her, then and there, and damn the consequences. I pulled at her hair, yanking her head back to kiss her hard. A growl escaping my throat as I paw with my other hand at her clothes.
"Stop it," She says, her voice muffled as she tries to push me away.
"No," I growl out as I hold onto her.
"Seriously, David, not here..... I was playing," she says as she struggles against me.
"You were warned," I state, my grip never loosening.
That is when I notice the other people staring at us, looks of disgust and disbelief on the pair of faces.Shaking my head, trying to clear the hormones, the anger, the pure lust out of it. Picking her up again, I carry her to the car; ignoring the stares of the other people around us as I push her against it.
"You have one chance and this is it to get away, take it or suffer the consequences," I deliver the ultimatum.
Jasmine looks at me, attempting to see how serious or how far she should push it but I see in her eyes this doubt that I will do anything to her. She shakes her head no and smirks. That smirk doesn't help my mood as I open the door and push her into the car, barely waiting for her to be all the way in before shutting the door. I hustle around to the driver's side and climb in; we drive just a few minutes to my house in complete silence. I was still caught up in a tide of hormones so I didn't trust myself to speak and she seemed to be regretting not saying no to me but it was too late. The one thing Jasmine knew about me is when I said it, I meant it.
