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Keahi

"I couldn’t tell you the name of a single character in the movie," Malia says as we exit the building.

"I know.

Neither could any of the people behind us, probably.

I’m pretty sure they had their focus on something else entirely," I tease, making her eyes widen so dramatically that I burst out laughing.

"Relax, my hand was under your skirt.

If anyone noticed something off, and I doubt that someone did, they couldn’t have seen anything.

As if I’d let them. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not one for sharing."

"I can’t believe you did that!"

"We did that," I correct her.

She groans before speeding up her walk a little.

"Why the rush?" I ask.

"You know why," she grumbles.

"Tell me."

"Because you, dear sir, just fingered me in the damn cinema and now, my panties are wet and uncomfortable."

"You’re playing with fire with your new nickname for me, you know that, right?" I try to tease her, but Malia looks like she’s not following.

Rather than elaborating, I simply muse, "Oh, there is so much I could tell and teach you."

"I like the sound of that," she retorts.

Then, she walks away before I can reply anything, bumping into my side as she goes.

I let her go ahead, being in no particular hurry, only to catch up with her at my car.

"Are we going to your place now?" she asks once we pull onto the road, sounding rather impatient.

"I thought we’d grab some food first since I have no groceries at home, but if you’re in a rush to get out of your clothes, who am I to stop you?"

"I had some popcorn before the movie started, so I’m good."

"That’s not a very healthy dinner," I tsk her playfully.

"If you’re still hungry, I’d have a dessert for you in mind.

I don’t care if you don’t have groceries," she adds with an innocent shrug.

This girl.

"Up for a round two already?" I tantalize her.

"I’m honestly still hoping to find out what kind of punishment you had in mind."

"Technically, making you sit through an uncomfortable five-course meal in a restaurant seems appropriate for what you did to me.

Practically, there are things running through my mind that sound like more fun right now.

I’m open for suggestions, though." She seems to mull my words over before her eyes light up.

"Let’s make a game out of this," she proposes.

"I’m all ears," I encourage, taking another glance at my passenger princess only to see her smiling like a wicked witch.

I know what’s about to come has to be good.

"We tease each other.

Whoever gives in first loses.

The winner gets a wish. No rules," she drawls. That voice alone is enough to make anticipation simmer in my gut.

"I love that idea.

The things I could ask for," I muse.

“But first, what counts as giving in?”

Malia hums in thought.

“Touching is on the table, so I’d say kissing.

On the lips. That’s giving in,” she says slowly, looking like she’s thinking of a plan already. After a second, she shakes her head and adds, “Never mind. Kissing is allowed. Obeying to something the other orders is giving up.”

Well, if my blood doesn’t go rushing south at the sound of that idea.

“Right, sounds good.

Five more minutes ‘till we reach home. I say we start as soon as we’re there?” I propose, but Malia sighs in way that lets me know I’m in for a surprise. When one of her delicate hands soon finds my right thigh, I can guess what’s about to come.

“Five minutes is too much of a wait.

We start now.

I want to touch you,” she taunts, and while I know this is my competitive girl trying to win, I can’t help my body’s reaction to her touch. It’s safe to say I’ve never passed five longer minutes in my car. As soon as we reach my driveway, I shut off the car, grab Malia by the throat, and kiss her ferociously. She melts against me with a sigh, her hands quickly finding my neck to pull me closer, but before we can take it too far, I pull away. Breathing heavily, I say, “Inside. Now.”

For once, Malia doesn’t argue that I can’t tell her what to do.

Nope, she follows my lead and gets out of the car like a good girl.

It’s suspicious enough to make me wonder if that’s also a calculated part of her plan. She knows I love it when she submits during play time.

Once we’re inside, I kick off my shoes and sit down on the couch, trying to act confident even though I’m still sporting a semi from the simple tricks Malia has worked on me so far.

I’m going to stick to my approach, though, going with the flow instead of thinking too hard.

I know Malia and how to drive her insane better than anything in this world. I’ll win.

"How about we listen to some music? It’s been a while since we’ve danced," I say, connecting my phone to my box before asking her what she wants to listen to.

She plucks my phone from my hands and puts on a song from two feet.

I see where she’s going with this.

I’m about to ask her how she knows that song when she walks away from me again.

I lean back on the couch and watch her as she walks to the door, knowing she won’t leave but too curious to look away.

Malia bends over to pull off her boots, presenting me with a magnificent view of her ass.

It’s a damn good start on her part, but I’m stubborn, so I’m not getting too worried about the temptation.

She stands back up and walks over, her hips unmistakably and yet so subtly moving along the beat.

Once she’s in front of me, she offers me her hand, presumably to help me up.

I decide to pull her down instead, making her sit on my lap.

"What happened to dancing?" she asks.

"I can’t let this simply go your way, can I?" If she really does have a plan, I’d do best to throw her off course before she can take things too far.

"Makes sense.

How about we take this to the bedroom, though? More space and all," she asks, giving me the kind of doe eyes, I so rarely get to see.

Despite knowing her acting all innocent is a trick, it’s not inefficient.

I stand up, taking her lithe body right with me in another attempt to surprise her.

My hands are underneath her thighs, and she quickly wraps her legs around my waist, not appearing thrown off in the least.

No, her feline smile is steadfast.

As I walk, Malia holds on tighter to make her lower body mold against mine, letting me feel her body heat through my jeans.

There’s not much more than some underwear and a zipper separating us, and I can’t help but fantasize about that all being gone.

I quickly force my thoughts out of the gutter, though, since going there is exactly how I’d lose.

Malia, that wicked woman, has the audacity to grind against me until we finally reach my bed, where I can lay her down for a moment of peace before I blanket her body with mine.

She smiles up at me before managing to turn me onto my back and straddling me.

She then proceeds to take off her shirt so she’s in nothing but her blue lace bra and a black mini skirt. Skies, help me.

"What’s wrong? Are you ready to lose?" she probes.

"You wish," I tell her.

Then, seeming to be in one heck of a hurry, she rises to her knees so she’s no longer sitting on top of me and lets her hands find the zipper of my pants.

Before I can so much as make a sound of surprise, she’s undoing my pants and palming me over my boxers.

“You seem to be eager to give in.

All you have to do is say please,” she teases me, giving my quickly hardening dick a squeeze.

The poor thing instantly stands to attention, so I force my lungs to take a deep breath and think of something disgusting. Adira in underwear, Adira in underwear.

“You wish, Princess,” I huff as if I wasn’t on the verge of doing anything she asked.

Undeterred, she smiles.

“Fine.

I’m not done playing yet either way.” With that announcement, she pulls down my pants alongside my underwear, leaving me completely and utterly exposed. As soon as the pieces of fabric hit the ground next to my bed, she sits back down. Directly on my rock-hard dick, might I add. That escalated. Really quickly.

"Getting eager now, are we?" I ask, pretending to be a lot more in control than I am.

There’s nothing between me and Malia but the thin, flimsy lace of her panties now, and it’s really testing my self-control.

She’s wet, either still from the cinema or anew, which would mean she’s a lot more affected than she lets on.

"Not at all." Her poker face is still in place, but her breathing hitches.

"Would you still say that if you were in my position? Right now, it seems you’re too scared to take off your own clothes," I challenge her, mentally kicking myself for even wording the thought.

The last thing I need is for her to be as naked as me.

The absolute last thing. But while half of my mind is on the game, the other half is conscious of the fact that Malia is very much indicating that she wants to sleep with me.

"Please, this is on for your sake," she tells me.

"I’m sure that’s what you tell yourself," I challenge.

Why? Why is that my attempt at regaining some control of the situation.

Malia takes the bait and gets off my lap, which is a small mercy. I was really about to lose this game. I remind myself how much fun I could have with a wish. I could make her wear a shirt with my face printed square in the middle for the next year.

She reaches behind her and opens the zipper of her skirt before letting it fall to the ground.

My short-lived relief quickly vanishes, and I curse myself for choosing this underwear for her.

This would be so much easier would Malia be wearing something more casual. And it’s also my favorite color. How is this fair?

"Are you sure you can handle it?" she asks with a smirk.

"You’re adorable when you think you’re winning." She must be at the edge of giving up as well.

There’s just no way she’s as composed as she makes it seem.

She reaches behind her to unclasp her bra and it follows her skirt to the floor.

Next, she slides her panties off.

That leaves her in nothing but her beautifully marked skin.

She makes a show out of walking toward me before getting into her previous position.

I suck in a sharp breath when her warm skin makes contact with my dick and the poor part of me twitches eagerly.

Oh, there’s nothing that can help me now.

Malia’s eyes grow heavy-lidded and her breath stutters, but she seems in control other than that.

She’s turned on, I can feel that, at least.

Her arousal is dripping all over me, her wet folds parted around my shaft. It only makes this that much harder, knowing I could just slip inside of her warm, tight pussy with a simple move.

This is the most torturous kind of foreplay I’ve ever engaged in.

Easily.

I love and loathe it in equal parts. On one hand, the anticipation is killing me. On the other, well, it’s killing me.

She leans over me, and the slightest of movements is driving me wild.

Her hands roll my shirt up until she pulls it over my head.

At this point, I’m putty in her hands, focusing only on my breathing.

"Are you giving up?" she asks, unable to hide the tremor in her voice.

She’s not in control either then.

That motivates and sobers me up a tad. Still, she moves her hips in an excruciating rhythm that makes my head swim with heady need.

I let her slide up and down my length once before I can’t take it anymore and turn us around so I’m on top of her, caging her face in with my arms.

"Those were all lovely tries, but I think it’s time for you to give up," I breathe against the skin of her neck.

Now that she’s no longer so close, I can think a little more clearly.

I know what she likes. I should focus on her favorite spots.

"You’ll have to try harder for that to happen.

I know the win is mine," she retorts.

I kiss her for that. I kiss her for her snappy answers, and I kiss her because I’ve been wanting to do that for a damn long time.

I could get lost in the kiss.

I really could, but I force myself to stay focused.

I really am stubborn.

My fingers find their way to Malia’s core for the second time this evening and I start rubbing her clit with two fingers.

Just slowly and tentatively for now.

I’m not trying to take off the edge for her.

Malia moans into my mouth and I swallow the sound.

Now we’re talking.

That whole thing only goes on for some time until I feel Malia’s about to come. Her nails are digging into my biceps and her body is stiffening as she squirms underneath me. Just when she’s about to reach her high, I pull away, making her eyes snap open in outrage.

"What are you-"

"Beg for it.

Give up and beg for everything I can give you.

I’ll make it worth your while, Princess. Just let me make you feel good," I tell her while starting to circle her clit again. Malia bites her lip but shakes her head.

"You don’t want to come?" I ask.

"I can make myself come.

Don’t flatter yourself," she grits out.

"I’m sure you could, but would it feel as good as if I did it for you? Don’t you want to lie back and let me do all the work until you’re dizzy with pleasure? All you need to do is ask." This right here, that’s it.

Malia looks up at me through heavily lidded eyes while I make her feel like this.

That’s something I get high of.

I’ll give it to her; my girl is stubborn too.

I keep edging her for minutes until she finally tries to seal the deal herself.

I stop her, of course, and pin her hands above her head.

"Do you want to come?" I ask her, peppering every inch of accessible skin with feverish kisses.

She nods.

Finally, she nods.

"Say it.

Say that I win, and I’ll give you what you want," I breathe, almost shaking.

"I give up.

You win, geez! Please," she whines.

"What do you want from me?" I ask her.

whatever she says now, I’ll be more than happy to deliver.

"You.

All of you." She’s smirking as she pulls my face closer so she can whisper into my ear.

"I want you to fuck me, Keahi. Be my first. Be my only. Make it good." Oh, skies. I thank my lucky star she didn’t say that before because those words are enough to bring a grown man to his knees.

My trail of kisses continues down her neck, giving each of her breasts avid attention, before I lower them to the apex of her thighs.

“What are you doing?” she breathes, watching me.

Instead of replying, I suck her throbbing clit into my mouth to watch her arch off the bed.

I release it just to say, “Getting you ready for me.” My tongue languidly strokes through her folds, tasting and leasing her until my dick is leaking with precum.

It’s just when my impatient girl fists my hair in a demand for me to quit teasing her after I promised to give her what she wanted.

I follow her prompt, bringing my lips and tongue to her clit while two fingers push inside of her pussy to stretch her out.

“Oh.

Keep doing that,” she rasps mindlessly, moving her hips against my face. I let her do it all, happy to see her lose herself to the pleasure while I enjoy the best meal of my life.

When Her legs start quivering on the bed and the movement of her hips grow more frantic, I stiffen my tongue against her bundle of nerves and scissor my fingers against her g-spot.

It’s enough to throw her over the edge with a low whine that goes straight to my dick.

I lick her through her orgasm, enjoying every last second between her legs before the grip she has on my hair forces me to move up her body.

Her lips meet mine in a frenzy, kissing me stupid while her legs wrap around my waist to pull me into the cradle of her thighs.

My dick bobs against her center, the sweetest, most torturous temptation.

It’s all I can do to pull back before I sink into her with abandon.

I reach into my nightstand with the intention to suit up, but when Malia hears the foil crinkle, she interrupts.

“We don’t have to use that. If you’re clean, I mean.” My heart stumbles over itself. Not using a condom has always been out of question, but if Malia doesn’t want to use it, I won’t protest. I’m a slave to her cause, so eager to please her.

“I’m clean,” I tell her as I place myself at her entrance, only to pause there.

It’s torture.

I’m aching to get inside of her. Still, in a moment of clarity, it filters through to me that this is her first time, and I should pace myself. She told me this is what she wants and I trust her to decide it for herself. Still, she deserves to be handled with care. Leaning down to rest my forehead to hers, I kiss the tip of her nose. She smiles up at me and wraps her arms around my neck to keep me close, and I finally push inside of her in one gentle thrust.

There’s no sign of pain or much resistance on her part as I bottom out, and we share a heavy sigh.

Then, I force my eyes open and hang onto the shreds of my sanity for just a beat longer as I ask, “You okay?”

She meets my eyes and nods urgently, her walls clenching around me as she pulls me closer.

She kisses me, still digging her nails into my skin, and I moan against her lips as I start to thrust.

I’ve come to love the small bite of pain when her nails break my skin. All those mixed sensations, our tongues fighting, her firm grip, and the feeling of her walls stretching around me... Fuck.