Page 49 of Vicarious

“Not fairly, maybe,” she says.

I just barely register the smile that flashes across her face, and then let out a groan when I feel her hand brush across my cock. She manages to grab hold of it despite the way I have her hand pinned to her stomach.

“Fuck,” I mutter, instantly hardening because that’s just the affect Dele has on me. “I thought you said it wasn’t that kind of sparring.”

“It’s not. Just using all the tools in my repertoire.” As she says this, she squeezes my cock and runs it up and down as much as the hold I have on her will allow.

Suddenly I don’t have any hold on her as she’s able to snatch her hand out my grip. Having the one arm is enough to give her some leverage with me to try to switch our positions. We grapple on the ground for a while, until I have her pressed back on the ground with my entire body pressing on top of hers.

Never one to give up a fight easily though, Dele simply bites into my arm and manages to get enough of a grip between her teeth that she won’t let go. It’s not painful enough for me to let her go, but it is painful enough that I feel it and that eventually that pain begins to feel like pleasure and goes straight to my cock. Then she licks the skin she has between my teeth and I have to move to allow my cock to shift some. That gives Dele just enough room push me off her some and slip from under me.

She climbs onto my shoulders, locks her legs around my chest and neck, and turns us over so she’s laying back on her elbows with her thighs locked around my neck and head.

“Yield?” she asks.

I scoff. Or, at least, I try to as much as I can with her fucking thighs choking me. I tap the mat, and Dele naively loosens her thigh grip allowing me to turn over so that my face is buried between her legs. Then I bite through the fabric of her shorts and panties and get the outer part of her pussy lips between my teeth.

“Shit,” she yelps.

Whether it’s a shout of pain or pleasure, I’m not sure. Likely a bit of both. Regardless, she tightens her thighs back around my head, but not nearly as tightly as before with her legs shaking as they are.

“That’s,” she pants and then she groans, and that was definitely pleasure. “That’s not fair.”

I would ask her since when she’s ever known me to fight fairly, but that would require me to stop biting her. Finally, her legs give way completely, allowing me to escape her grip, crawl up her body and press my knee hard into her pussy through her shorts.

Her body jumps under me and then she begins to squirm, her breath coming out in short pants, sweat beading her hairline.

“Do you yield now?”

Unsurprisingly, she says, “Never.”

Then, with hands I hadn’t bothered to try to pin, she quickly reaches her hands into my pants and grabs onto cock.

I groan as she begins to pump her fist up and down, but I keep enough wits about myself not to let up on the pressure of my knee against her pussy. Not totally anyway. I let up just enough to give her some relief only to press it harder against her pussy and cause her hips to buck and grind into my knee while she still manages to fist my cock. I repeat the motion. Lighten up on the pressure and then press harder while her hips grind to meet the pressure while she roughly fists my cock.

We’re both going to come. That’s inevitable. It’s only a matter of who’s going to come first.

“Give up,” I say when I press my knee into her pussy yet again. “You know you want to come. Come for me, Bell.”

Dele’s body shudders from her resistance to what her body wants, but she doesn’t come. Instead, her grip on my cock tightens, and she starts to run her thumb over the tip.

“Fuck, Dele” I say, nearly sent over the edge from that. But I’m not going to let Dele win.

Dele pouts. “Come on, Viper. Come for me. You know you want to.”

“I will when you do,” I say, pressing my knee hard into her pussy again, and this time I don’t let up. I press and press until Dele’s entire body is shaking with the effort not to come. Somehow, this just spurs her on, and she manages to move her thumb across the tip of my cock even faster.

“Shit,” I say.

“Viper,” she suddenly gasps out. “I can’t. I’m going to…”

Something about knowing that I’m on the cusp of victory causes me to have a momentary lapse in the concentration I have dedicated to not letting myself come and suddenly I feel my orgasm beginning to overtake me. The tight coil of tension and pressure that I’d been holding back suddenly exploding like no orgasm I’ve ever felt at the same time that I feel Dele’s entire body quake beneath me and wetness soak through the thin material of her shorts and panties onto my knee.

Normally, the first orgasm is just the beginning with Dele. But between the sparring, and the extended edging and resisting coming for so long, I don’t have the energy to tear off her flimsy clothing to fuck her properly. That’s going to have to wait until later. And when I say later, I mean probably in the next fifteen minutes.

For now, I let myself fall back onto the mat to lie next to her. I’m content to lie there next to her in silence until Dele says, “Feel better now?”

I frown and say, “Better?”

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