Free Blurred Lines (Watching Her) by Scarlett Metal Page A

going to go down on you now, use my tongue and fingers
on you until you almost come, then stop.” I let out a whimper; I didn’t like
that game. “I’m going to do that over and over until you are begging me to let
you come, until you are dripping wet all over the bed so that we have to change
the sheets. Then I’m going to fuck you until you beg for mercy.”
    I moaned and writhed beneath him. I was almost
sorry I teased him – almost.
    “Here’s the deal though,” he said, still
holding my hands above my head. “I’m going to let go, but I expect you to keep
your hands up here. If you move them, I’ll stop, and you won’t come at all. Got
it?”
    I nodded. There was no way I wasn’t
going to come after all of this. I wasn’t going to move my arms for anything.
    “Good,” he said, smiling as he slowly
released my hands. I kept them above me, my body bowing off the bed slightly as
he slid down and settled between my legs.
    He spread my thighs wide with his hands
and studied my bare sex. “So wet and swollen already,” he muttered. “Some girl
is going to love to go down on you.”
    The picture of another girl between my
legs, doing the things to me Brett did, made my sex clench. The idea of Brett
watching another girl go down on me had my already boiling blood now on fire.
    He leaned forward and ran his tongue
along my drenched slit. “Mmm...and you taste so good,” he said. “But I really
can’t wait to watch you go down on someone. I want to watch you lick a girl’s
pussy until she comes all over your face.”
    “Brett!” I said, lifting my head up off
the pillow to look down at him. My body was visibly trembling now. He’d barely
touched my pussy yet and I already was so close to the edge. This was going to
be torture.
    “What’s the matter? Can give it, but
can’t take it, huh?” he chuckled and blew softly on my sensitive flesh.
    I let out a cry of frustration,
remembering not to move my arms from above my head. He spread my lower lips
wider and licked me again, this time applying more pressure. He moved up, down,
and all around my clit, but never touched it. It was throbbing now, pulsing
with need.
    My body arched up off the bed as he
thrust his tongue inside me, deep in my cunt. I bit my lip, fighting the urge
to reach down to hold his face tight against my pussy. He wasn’t kidding when
he said he would stop and I needed to come. He fucked me with his tongue,
moving in and out of my tight hole. I tried to grind my hips against his nose,
needing the pressure on my clit so I could come.
    He pulled away from me. “No, you can’t
come, remember?” he reminded me sternly. “Not until I say.”  He slid two
fingers inside my pussy, my warm walls clenching around his long digits.
    A soft moan escaped my lips as I closed
my eyes. My nipples were tight with desire and I was aching to reach down and
pull on them while he went down on me. I couldn’t though; he would stop and not
let me come.
    My eyes flew up as he wrapped his lips
around my clit and sucked it gently while his fingers moved in and out of me. He
scraped it with his teeth, causing me to nearly come undone.
    Again, he stopped, pulling away from me.
I lifted my head with a growl of frustration. “Brett! Stop it! Please.” I
exclaimed, my fingers gripping the bed sheets, pulling them up in my tight
fists.
    “Are you sure you want me to stop,
Lizzie?” He whispered, his lips on my thigh.
    “Stop fucking teasing me!” I said
emphatically, my head falling back down on the pillow.
    “I told you what would happen if you teased me ,” he said softly, sticking out his tongue and running it over my
swollen sex.
    “I’m sorry, ok?” I said. I needed to
come so bad right now I would promise him my first born if he asked. “Please, I
need to come,” I pleaded with him.
    “Mmmm…Poor girl. I should let you come,
huh?” he asked, sliding three fingers deep inside me.
    My hips came up off the bed. “Yes,
please,” I said, my