“Killer, don’t…not tonight…”
Tomorrow.
We both know we will make it to the finals. Tomorrow we will finally fuck each other, hurt each other. Fight each other to win the battle she entered us in.
I nod solemnly, agreeing to her terms.
She exhales harshly, her shoulders slumping.
I grab my cock, holding it loosely in my hand.
Her eyes are locked on my hand as she rubs between her submerged legs.
“Show me,” I say. I won’t be able to keep my hands off her if I can’t see her come.
She licks her bottom lip, considering my command. Then she hops up on the tub edge opposite me. She spreads her legs wide as he lifts one leg up onto the side of the tub, giving me an even better view.
Her lips are swollen pink. Her pussy is bare. Her perfectly manicured fingers slip between her legs and into her tight slit. When she removes her two fingers, I can see the sticky evidence of how turned on she is on her fingers. Her moisture is dripping from her pussy down to her ass.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
She smiles at my reaction. “Like what you see?”
I glance down at my cock that has somehow grown harder. Painfully harder.
I pump my cock, showing her how much I appreciate the show.
Her soft moan hits me in the chest, making me ache to touch her. God, why did I agree to not touch her again?
“Do you like it soft and slow or hard and fast?” I ask.
“I like it in control, without pain, but then you already know that. You?”
“I like being in control, too.”
She rubs over her clit, her head falling back until she’s no longer looking at me. “Which is one of the many reasons why we shouldn’t ever fuck. We can’t both be in control. All we’d end up doing is hurting each other.”
I snort. “We hurt each other plenty without fucking.”
Her eyes roll back to me. She’s breathless, her cheeks are a light pink, and the way she’s biting on her bottom lip and no longer speaking shows how close she is to coming. She stops moving her fingers quickly over her clit. She slows to the point there is no way she’ll come.
“You first,” she pants.
“I thought it was ladies first?”
“I’m not showing you how incredible I look when I come until you show me how much of the devil escapes your soul when you do.”
I pump faster, letting my gaze roam her body and pretend her hand is the one stroking my cock. I have no problem being the one who comes first.
Faster, faster I stroke until warm white liquid shoots from my cock, splashing in the water between us.
As soon as I come, she loses it. One more circular motion of her fingers over her clit, and she’s crying out in soft explosive moans.
I try to soak in everything. Her face opening wide as if she’s letting all of the pain out. Her breasts heaving up and down. Her opening is contracting around her fingers, soaking them in her come.
It’s too much and too little. I want more. I want to feel her as she comes. Taste her. Smell her.
For now, seeing will have to be enough.