Page 49 of Puck
I grinned at her. “Joke’s on you, babe, ’cause I have absolutely no problem with that.”
She smirked back at me. “Oh no?”
I shook my head. “Nope.” This part was no bluff, at least. “Please, Colbie.”
“Please what, Puck?”
“Touch me again.” I flexed my hips. “Make me come. Please, Colbie.”
She made a face, one which seemed to sayhmm, I COULD, but . . .
“Make you come, huh? Just like that? Finish jerking you off?”
“Yes, please.”
She flicked open a button of her blouse, letting the blue silk of her bra spill out a bit, along with a tantalizing expanse of creamy cleavage. “What if I decide to toy with you a bit more?” She undid the next button, and she was bared for me, a sapphire blue full-coverage bra enclosing a pair of plump, firm, luscious tits threatening to overflow the confines of the cups. “It was a little too easy to make you beg. It didn’t seem . . . genuine enough. It wasn’t desperate enough.”
She twisted toward me, eyeing the cabin to make sure no one was watching us.
“Shit, Colbie.”
“Yes?” she asked, sounding all innocent. “Is there something you’d like to ask me?” She breathed, tracing the edge of the cups, tugging at them a little.
I got a hint of darker skin, the outside rim of her areola. My cock throbbed even harder at the prospect of seeing those gorgeous tits bared. “Fuck,” I growled. “You’re good, babe.”
She smirked, teasing with the cups again, pulling one down just enough to give me a tantalizing glimpse of more of her breast before letting go. Then the other. And she still wasn’t touching me. Letting me cool off, backing away from the edge—only, the torturous teasing she was doing was pushing me right back toward the edge, even though she wasn’t touching me.
“You want to see these? Is that it?” She tugged down one side, and I got a peek of nipple.
“Fuck yes, I do.”
She smirked again, a cruel little grin. “You know, this bra is a front clasp.” She grasped the edges and lifted to open the bra, pulling the edges apart a little, enough to tease, to give me a glimpse of the insides of her breasts, and then closed it again. “Super easy to open and close.”
I groaned at the tragic loss when she closed it, and then groaned again when she began buttoning the shirt back up. “You’re evil.”
She laughed, a pleased, erotic huff of enjoyment. “I like front clasp bras. My boobs are small enough that they’re still supported.” She unbuttoned again, holding the clasp of the bra. “And then at the end of the day, a front clasp bra is just so easy to take off. One little pop . . . and it’s off.” She undid the clasp, but kept the tension and didn’t quite open enough for me to really see anything.
“What is it you want to hear me say, Colbie?” I whispered. “My dick is aching so hard it hurts.”
She held the edges of her bra with one hand, and reached for me with the other. “Oh no, poor Puck. It hurts?”
“Throbs.”
“So bad?” She hesitated a quarter inch away from me.
“I’m dyin’, babe.” I thrust, vainly, trying to get closer to her hand.
“You need me to finish you off, is that it?”
“Might just die of frustration if you don’t.”
“I wouldn’t want that,” she said, circling her fingers around my cock. “The only problem is, now my bra is undone. I can’t finish you properly with one hand, but if I let go, my boobs will fall out.”
“That would be epic,” I breathed. I met her eyes, let her see my sincerity. “Please, Colbie?”
“Hmm. I don’t know.”
I groaned as softly as I could. “Shit, shit, shit.” I thumped my head against the seat. “Ineedto see your tits.”