I lean down, letting the crease of my boobs show, and take a long and loud slurp of my soup. The broth hits my tongue, sending tingles to my taste buds. Next, I take another slurp, but this time, I let the broth trickle down my chin.
"Oops," I say shocked. I lick it up with my tongue, slow and sultry. I hear Andreas's groan come across the table, his hand tightens on his spoon, if he squeezes any tighter, he might bend it.
To top the cake, I make the broth drip down my smooth skin, flowing down the crease in my boobs. This takes him over the edge, he readjusts in his chair, I don't see his hands. He wouldn't- no- would he? He did fuck a girl in front of me, nothings off limits with this guy. I let it drop down and down and down until it's nowhere to be seen. I smile.
His eyes are glued to me. "Hey, Andreas." Doug taps his arm, trying to pry his eyes away from me. "What are you looking at?"
He tears his attention away from me to a concerned Doug, "Nothing, dude."
Doug snickers, "Yeah, right. You were looking at whatever you were looking at with passion. Tell me." I cover my mouth with my hand, trying not to burst out in laughter. He notices this.
"I was glancing at the painting behind Elizabeth." I turn around, shocking, there's a painting behind me. Why did I never notice that? It's a painting of a meadow with various flowers, I don't know the names of, flowing in the imaginary wind. A blue house is in the distance, gloomy clouds linger over it. In the center, a naked woman with huge breasts lays in the meadow.
"Wait, didn't you get that from the one girl. What was her name, Linda? Leonie. It was something weird." He ponders on this.
"Larry, her name was Larry." I choke on my water, they both notice me, hell the whole table does. "We've got a problem, Elizabeth?" My name slips off his tongue so smoothly.
"No, just the fact that you fucked a girl named Larry. Did you scream her name when you were knee-deep inside of her?" Everyone at the table chuckles under their breath.
"When was the last time a guy was knee-deep inside of you?" My eyes widen, but I don't show or give him a reaction beyond that. All eyes are on me, wondering if I'll answer the question. "It must be a long time, with how stiff your walk is."
My jaw tightens, distaste laces my eyes, "You wish it was you?"
"No." Was his only answer.
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While everyone leaves the kitchen, I decided to clean up and wash the dishes. The only person that decided to stay behind was Andreas. He sits at the island as I bring the dishes to the sink, not even bothering to help.
I swiftly turn around, "Are you just going to sit there as I lumber all these dishes to the sink?" I ask.
"I like seeing you work." A sexy smile looms on his face as his eyes trace every part of my body. I suck in a breath and turn towards the sink.
"Just- leave me alone so I can wash the dishes." I wave a dismissing hand.
"I know what you were trying to do at the table, it won't work." He says all of a sudden.
"I don't know what you're talking about." My voice comes out innocent, but a base of recognition is underneath. I turn on the hot water, filling up the sink as I pile in the dishes. The dishwasher is on the fritz, so handwashing it is.
"Elizabeth." He snarls. I can hear the stool he was sitting in scoot back; heavy footsteps walk up behind me. His breath fans one of my curls, his pine smell fills my nose. "Because of you, I have a hard-on."
"Sounds like a personal problem to me," I answer, not showing any bit of emotion in my voice.
"It is your problem, you caused it. You exude attraction." His hands find my hips, pulling my butt towards his pelvis, I can feel him, ALL of him. My breath strains in my throat.
I keep washing the dishes, trying to keep my composure. "Such a big word for a jock." I joke.
He laughs, putting his head between the crease of my neck. He rocks his hard-on against my butt, making me instantly wet, but I don't tell him this. His voice comes out heavy, one of his fingers plays with the hem of my tank top. My skin jumps, tons and millions of sparks tickle up my body. I won't cave, I won't cave. I repeat these words in my head.
"You feel that, Elizabeth?" He whispers in my ear. I look down at my hand, realizing I've been washing the same cup for 5 minutes. I slam it into the rack, then pick up a plate and continue washing.
I snicker, "I don't feel anything. Am I supposed to feel something?" I said, bringing down his huge ego.
"You play me for a fool. I know the game you're playing." His fingers trail up the inside of my tank top, his fingernail grazes my boob. "No bra? Fuck." I let out a soft whimper, damn it.
Before I know it, all the dishes have been washed, what the hell do I do now? I could push him away and go see how Bridget's doing. But my legs won't let me move, I'm in heat. I crave ice to cool me down, and that ice is Andreas.
I involuntarily start to grind my hips into his aching erection, slowly I trail my butt up and down. His huge hands on my hips grip tighter, I feel his nails dig into my skin. "Let me fuck you, Elizabeth."
"No." I breathe.
"Why not?" He asked.
I groan, "You're too small."
A low, rumbling chuckle shatters against my back. "The games you play." I jump when I feel his teeth graze my neck. "Don't you feel this big cock against this nice ass?" He smacks my ass.
"I don't play games, Andreas. Haven't played a game in years." I keep talking, trying to take my mind off what's happening. "Years ago, I played Monopoly, which I was really good at, by the way, Bridget hated me for years, but-"
"Elizabeth?" He groans, still pressing into me as my hips pick up the pace.
"Yes?"
"Shut up, please."
"Don't tell me what to do." I bite.
"Just did." He turns me around to him; I gasp once I see his eyes. They've darkened, and his lips are swollen and luscious. Without thinking, my finger plays with his bottom lip. He stands there, straight as an arrow, watching my finger flick his lip. He gently bites my finger; I don't pull away.
Slowly, he brings my finger into his mouth, sucking it up like a spaghetti noodle. I try to squeeze my legs, but Andreas pushes them open with his own. "Don't." He warns.
I drag my hand down his huge chest, he's so strong that he could crush me like a grape. My hand lifts up his shirt, seeing the dragon tattoo. God that's a sexy tattoo. I want to trail my fingers over it, search for the fire that'll breathe out its mouth.
I can feel his muscles tensing under my hand as it drops lower and lower and lower until I reach his belt loop. I can see the dent in his black jeans. "Look at that." I grip his cock through his pants in my hand.
"Shit." His jaw clenches.
"You like that?" I ask seductively. I move my hand up and down his length, it grows and grows. "You're bigger than I thought." This earns a bite on the neck from Andreas. To not wake up the house, he roughly grabs hold of my hair, his mouth smothered in my curls.
I grip him harder and keep rubbing, through his jeans, I can feel wetness. My hand grips his back, clawing at his shirt so I can feel his skin. He's pressed up against my boobs, my nipples bludgeon through the thin tank top. "Faster, Elizabeth." His voice comes out muffled in my hair.
I do as he says, gripping and rubbing faster and harder, trying to put slight pressure on it. His breaths start to get tighter and shorter. We hold onto each other, no part of us left untouched. He groans, then shutters against me. "Fuck, Elizabeth." Were the last conceivable words on his lips.
In less than 60 seconds, he'd come against my hand through his jeans. For a minute, he just grips my hair, shaking against my hand, trying to bask in the feeling.
I whisper in his ear, "Move." He backs away, a slight red tinge comes to his cheeks. "Goodnight, Andreas." I saunter to the entrance of the kitchen. I can feel his eyes lingering on my backside.
Before walking out of the kitchen, I turn around. "Checkmate." I smiled.
Andreas: 0
Elizabeth: 1