Author: duskholland

Warnings: cockwarming, 69, oral, dirty talk, unprotected sex -- please practise safe sex!!

Tom's always been a bit competitive, so it doesn't surprise you when he comes out with a bold proposition over dinner.

"Hey, so, I was thinking..."

"Uh oh."

"Hey!" He's got a pout on his face, and his eyebrows scrunch together as he stares at you from across the dining table.

"Sorry," you mutter, shrugging lightly. You reach out and grab at his hand, flashing a gentle smile. "What were you thinking?"

Tom's lips quirk into a smirk, and you feel a flash of excitement shooting down towards your core as you take in his dark, brown eyes. "We can't decide which film we're going to see tomorrow, so why don't we settle our disagreement with a competition?"

"And what exactly would that be?"

Your boyfriend shoots you a wink. "We'll see how long you can sit on my cock before one of us gives in."

You feel your mouth run dry. "Alright."

And just like that, your evening's plans are wiped away. You spend the rest of dinner making teasing conversation, then Tom pulls you away to the bedroom. His lips move up your neck as you both slowly shed your clothes, drawing it out for as long as possible. His touch is warm and teasing, ghosting over your bare hips and your soft inner thighs as he lays you down on the mattress and settles between your legs.

"Hey, hey," you whine, reaching out to grab at his head. "What are you doing?"

Tom peers up at you, blinking innocently. "Well, it'd be a bit mean if I just expected you to take me without warming you up first, love," he points out. He gives you a cocky smirk. "I am quite big, you know."

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you tut. "But that gives you an unfair advantage," you point out. "If you get me excited, then I'm more likely to give in, and lose the competition."

"Oh," Tom says sarcastically, "I hadn't thought of that." He's grinning at you, and you narrow your eyes in response.

"Move up here," you instruct. "If you're going to tease me, I'll tease you in return."

"You mean...?"

You hum. "Yes."

Quickly, you and Tom settle into a loose 69 position. It's sloppy and imperfectly executed, but neither of you cares too much - this is just the warmup, before the main event. That being said, you're intent on winning this competition, so you don't hold back as you straddle Tom's chest and reach down to tug his length from his boxers. You lick over the palm of your hand, covering your skin in spit before wrapping your fingers around his half-flushed cock and pumping him slowly, teasingly. You run your thumb across his head, gathering the beads of precum, and you smirk as you hear him groan.

As you start to work him up, Tom's needy hands grab at your waist, and he pulls you up to rest over his face. You whine as he starts to lick through your slit, diving in immediately with some large, flat stripes of his tongue. He flicks his tongue across your clit, teasing you, before hardening up the muscle and slipping it into your hot, sensitive hole. You cry out, grinding down against his mouth as he prods his tongue against your aching entrance, obscene sounds of your arousal mixing with his hums of enjoyment.

You both work away for a few minutes, enjoying riling up the other until you start to feel the telltale signs of a climax building in you. Your lower stomach starts to burn, and reluctantly you stop the slow, long pumps of your hand over Tom's now-fully erect cock, and move away from him.

"Get in me," you breathe out, your voice a little raspy. You hear him laugh, his wide hands passing over the curve of your bum affectionately.

"Eager?" Tom quips, helping you turn around. He slides up to rest against the headboard, patting at his thighs invitingly.

"You're not?" You return, chuckling as you take in the way his chin is wet from your juices. Tom grabs at your hips and brings you up to straddle him, and you enjoy watching his face tense as you glide his cock between your folds.

"Fuck, love," he mutters, wrapping both of his hands around your back. He drags his lips up your neck, kissing and sucking his way to your ear. "Please."

The noise he makes when you finally slide down onto his cock is incredibly erotic, and it makes you toss your head back and moan loudly. You feel his length slowly opening you up, pressing apart your sensitive, pulsing heat as you settle down completely. He bottoms out, and you cling to his muscular shoulders, knuckles clenching as you adjust to him.

"Feels like fuckin' heaven," Tom mutters, voice husky. He's caressing your back, his hot fingers trailing over every part of your skin. "So wet for me," he rasps. "Fits me so tightly, sweetheart. Like this cunt was made for me." You clench around him as he spits obscenities into your ear, causing him to release the lightest moan. "It was made for me, wasn't it? You like feeling my cock inside you just as much as I do, dirty little thing."

You whimper. It feels incredibly stimulating to have his cock lodged deep within you. Each time one of you shifts, it causes a different part of his member to press up against your inner walls, and you swear you can make out every single vein and bump of his impressive cock. There's a hot, building heat radiating out from your centre, and shit, whilst you really want to win the bet, you don't know how long you'll be able to last before you're begging him to fuck you into oblivion.

"Love your cock, Tom," you assure, deciding that if you want to win, you'll need to play dirty. You curl your fingers through his brown wavy hair and start to kiss up and down his pale neck, sucking a few light hickeys to his skin. Between kisses, you get out a few provocative words. "Love it when you fuck me. Can always feel you so deep in me." With a smirk, you reach out for his hand and place it directly over your lower stomach, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "I can feel you right there," you coo, licking your lips. "So deep in me."

Tom curses, his jaw clenching as he blinks a few times. "Right there?" He asks, voice weak.

You nod. "I think about it all the time, when you're away. How good it feels when you're fucking me like you do. Pushing my legs up into the air, or turning me over and fucking me into the bed." You pause, moaning pornographically into his ears. He whimpers darkly. "I wish you'd fuck me right now."

Tom shifts slightly, and the head of his cock nudges deeper into you in response, causing you to groan.

"Such a dirty mouth," he murmurs. He's got his eyes fixed on your face, and you meet his gaze strongly. It's an intimate moment - your arms wrapped around one another, your bodies connected together both physically and emotionally - and if your cunt wasn't pulsing as intensely as it is, you'd wish it could last a little longer. "Always so bad for me, aren't you? Trying to tempt me into losing."

You shrug, dragging a hand down his front. "Just want you to fuck me," you say innocently.

"Yeah?" His tone darkens, and you whimper as Tom leans nearer and kisses the tender spot behind your ear. "Want to feel me filling you up? I'd quite like to hear you screaming my name, love. All those pretty moans and noises you make as your cunt squeezes around me. I dream about the way you look beneath me, baby."

You squeeze your eyes shut as his words rattle through your skull. He feels so good trapped inside you, but it's too much. Your hands are hot, and your face feels taut and tired, and you know you can't continue. So what if Tom takes you to see a bad film tomorrow - now, you need him.

"Tom," you say finally, opening your eyes. Your stare focuses on his face, and you realise he's just as fucked as you - forehead shiny, cheeks a bright pink, pupils blown wide with lust. "Fuck me."

Without a word, Tom pushes you back. You squeal as you fall down onto the mattress, but the noise twists up into a desperate moan as his hands part your thighs and he enters you again. You grasp at his shoulders, head falling back as he sets a punishing pace, strands of his hair falling down to stick to your skin as Tom fucks you.

It's desperate and needy, both of you chasing highs you'd been denied for far too long. Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders, eliciting larger moans from Tom who just grunts and ruts into you fast in response. The movement of his cock pressing into you, over and over again, is easy and slick, aided by the mix of your arousal and Tom's spit between your legs. You cling to him with one hand, the other slipping down to find your clit as you move together in perfect, fiery sync.

"That's it," he coos, "Rub that clit f'me. You feel so fucking perfect for me, darling. Fuck." When he's like this - all hot and bothered and blissed-out - he's almost incoherent, but the strain in Tom's voice as he rasps about your perfect cunt makes your eyes roll back into your head. "Gonna let me fill you up, hm? Can feel you clenching around me, pretty girl. Know how desperate you are to have me fuck you. Are you going to cum for me?"

You cry out, feeling your high building. "Yes, yes, Tom, fuck."

Tom leaves a series of very messy kisses around the side of your face as he pounds into you, over and over.

"Go on, then," he encourages. "Let me feel you."

It all burns together in a long, suspended scene of pleasure. You peak with a strangled cry of his name, your back arching up against his hot front as you writhe around on the sheets. You're not sure how long it takes, but as your cunt clenches tightly around Tom's cock, he follows suit, grunting as his face falls to your shoulder and he comes with a yell. You move through it with him, your bodies sweaty and pressed flush together as your sounds of enjoyment mix in the air.

When you're both finished, Tom falls down beside you, leaving you empty but utterly satisfied. You share a small, exhausted smile as he picks up your hand and kisses over the back of it.

"I win," he says. He kisses your knuckles one by one, peering up at you with large, soft eyes. "You can pick the film, though. I've already got everything I wanted."

You bite your lip, grinning as you reach out and drag his chin closer. You meet his lips in a slow, warming kiss.

"That's very sweet," you mumble against his lips. "I love you."

Tom cups your cheeks, hands resting over your hair as he redirects his lips to your forehead. He scatters a few gentle kisses to your skin, staring down at you with adoration in his eyes. "Love you too, darling."