The Conference, Part Eleven

I was normally better at coming up with witty retorts. Of course, it was easier to do so in a professional environment, while Larissa and I were wearing clothes. And when I wasn’t a simple thrust away from penetrating a girl. All I had wanted since she left the room was to be untied, yet I was quickly losing my resolve in terms of that demand now that she was toying with me. Her teasing was infuriatingly effective.

“Well, what?” I muttered. Not wanting to be rendered speechless by her, I instead put the ball back in her court. Maybe that would mess up the rhythm of her teasing, if she had to actually say what she meant rather than implying it.

She just smirked. Still gently gripping me down there, she lowered herself until I was ever so slightly inside of her. Literally just the tip. Keeping eye contact with me all the while, she casually asked, “What do you think . . . ?”

I couldn’t help myself. As I felt her wetness and warmth around me, I arched towards her in an attempt to push deeper inside. When I did, she pulled away, lingering just long enough for me to feel more of her before detaching completely. FUCK. The frustration on my face must have been obvious as I subconsciously rocked my hips forward to reach her again. There was only air waiting for me. “Fuck you!” I snapped.

“That’s the idea,” she chuckled, with an eye roll, “Is that what you want? It feels like that’s what you want.”

Of course that’s what I fucking wanted. Rivals or not, I was being straddled by a hot, naked girl. She knew exactly what she was doing, but apparently wasn’t going to give me the satisfaction until I admitted that I wanted her despite who she was to me. At some level, didn’t that mean she was into this as well? Though she clearly enjoyed the control and the edging that came with it, or so I assumed. If she had just brought this stuff to fuck me over professionally, there would be no reason for her to be on top of me right now.

Narrowing my eyes, I said, “Get on with it, Larissa. If you’d rather fuck me first and untie me second, go for it.” It’s about as cool as I could play it in my current situation. Considering she still had my fully erect cock in her hand, following my body’s recent movements, there was probably no doubt in her mind that I would be perfectly fine with her closing the distance and letting me all the way in. It was the way she was suspending us in the build-up that was driving me crazy, especially since she already left me wanting earlier.

Pausing for a moment with both her grip and her body, weighing my words while no doubt enjoying the lingering silence, she finally said, “That’s a good way of putting it. Me, fucking you.” Like before, she adjusted herself, shifting forward so she could nudge me with her outer lips without granting me entry this time around. “First, by proving that I can do both of our jobs myself. And now, by being the one who decides when I’m going to fuck you.” As if to prove it, she gently thrusted forward herself, pressing against my tip for a few seconds before stealing away again.

I learned my lesson last time. While I was still quite tempted to take what she was offering, I wasn’t about to let her use the same move as before. My body still wanted it, of course, but I didn’t come across quite as desperate. “Take your time,” I said. It wasn’t as if I had any power in my current position, though I could at least keep up our usual abrasive energy.

“With pleasure,” she replied. Repeating her maneuver, even though I was prepared for it this time around, she positioned us so I was pressing against her without being able to do much more than that.

As badly as I wanted to thrust upwards, to attempt to penetrate her, I knew that she would stay just out of reach if I tried. Instead, I did my best to resist her taunting. Though I pulsed slightly in need, which she would feel in her hand, I kept my body still and met her eyes. “Is this what you want?” I asked, belatedly putting her on the spot.

Larissa didn’t hesitate in the slightest. She was obviously comfortable in her current state of undress, as well as in this situation in general, “Having you completely at my mercy? Of course,” she grinned, “This is what I’ve wanted for months.” Giving me a single, gentle pump with her hand, she said, “What if I just jerked you off right now? Would you be disappointed?”

Hopefully my poker face was solid. Although was it even a question? Between her nudity and the fact that I had been briefly inside her, of course I expected something more than a handjob. As for the rest, I wasn’t sure whether she meant that in a literal or figurative sense. Either way, it took me a few seconds to figure out a decent response to all of that. Or, more accurately, the same response. “Get on with it, Larissa.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, “I guess I could. But you would *totally( owe me. Picking up the slack when you couldn’t make it to our pitches earlier. Fucking you, when I could just leave you like this all night. Tell you what,” Larissa guided me so I was once again resting against her outer lips, “Tell me that you’re a good boy, and I’ll let you have some fun.”

For fuck’s sake. Hard as I was, I could still recognize how degrading a phrase like that was. It was one thing for her to nonchalantly say it herself; it was something else entirely for me to do so. At the same time, I was starting to accept that ripping off the bandaid was a simpler approach.

With a flat tone and a neutral expression, save for perhaps a faint flush, I muttered, “I’m a good boy.”