Page 56 of Between Desire and Denial
“So, you should probably try a dating app.” She giggled to herself and threw herself back onto her pillow to look at her phone again. “I’ve had some good dates on this app. I’m actually surprised you’ve never tried one. How old are you, anyway?”
“Old enough to know I can fuck you better than any of the men on that app.” I squeezed her leg as my mind wandered to who’d she’d been with since me. “How many dates have you gone on?”
“Oh gosh. Does it matter?” she breathed out, and I felt how her thigh shook under my touch.
“To me it does.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to make sure each of those guys is forgotten by the time I’m done with you tonight.”
“You’ve been done with me since we announced our friendship, Dimitri,” she said even though her voice was breathless, and she spread her legs as I pushed her panties to the side.
I felt her slit, wanting to see how turned-on she was. “Why are you wet then?”
“Barely,” she teased me. “I’ve been much more turned-on before. I’ve actually had some great conversations with guys on here that—”
I swore into the night. “Watch yourself, Olive. If I lick that pussy, it’s going to be soaking, and you know it.”
She singsonged, “I don’t think so.”
I sat up and started to inch her shorts down. She wanted to be a smart-ass, I was going to see how much of me she could handle.
“Dimitri, what are you doing?” she whispered.
“Lift your hips, honey. I want to see how wet you are.”
“Really?” Instead of being embarrassed, she was intrigued, and I could see the hunger in her eyes.
Once I had the shorts off, I hummed as I stared down at her bare pussy with her tan thighs closed. Already, I saw how her clit glistened. “Not wet enough, huh?”
“No,” she said in a breathy tone.
“Want me to make you wetter?”
She bit her lip. We were crossing the line again, and saying yes meant she condoned it. She nodded her head and watched as I gathered spit and let it fall from my mouth directly onto her clit. She gasped at the cool liquid running onto her and between her legs. “Already wetter, and I haven’t even touched you. How much do you want me to?”
“Depends on if you can lick me there and make my pussy wetter than anyone ever has before.” The smile on her face was devilish even as she blushed. I loved seeing how she wanted to push my limits.
“With your filthy mouth, I should bite you for punishment instead.”
She still had that phone in her hand as I ran one finger over her slit, and she clutched it to her chest as she shivered. She wasn’t paying that app any attention as I rubbed her back and forth. I was trying to keep my other hand to myself, to not completely position myself between her legs and taste her, and to keep this as just a lesson. She needed to know I was the one who’d give her pleasure now, that she didn’t have to look anywhere else.
Yet, even as her hips rocked back and forth, she sighed, returning to her phone. “So, I think maybe this guy might be nice.”
Fuck. Was this really happening? Was she looking at other men while I got her off?
“Show me.”
Her eyes jumped over to me as she held her phone over her shoulder like she was hiding the screen. “No way.” I slid a finger into her slow and her eyelids drooped as she whimpered, “None of them are going to be as good as this.”
“What?” I asked. She’d murmured the last sentence, but I wanted her to shout it from the rooftops. Damn right no one was going to be better.
“Nothing.” She shook her head back and forth, her eyes closed while her hips pumped up and down on my finger.
And I heard her arousal, so soaked it made sounds with her movements. She couldn’t give a shit about those guys when I was making her feel like this, right?
“Olive, come on, I’m afriend,” I taunted her. “You said that’s what we are now. Show me a match. I’ll tell you if you should swipe right or left.”
