Page 116 of The Bluffing Game

I look at him and run my fingers down the side of his chest and touch his briefs gently. I brush my fingers across his cock, and he grunts as I slip my fingers in and run my thumb up and down.

“You’re so hard.” I giggle. “This must be like torture for you.”

“Can’t say that it is,” he says with a moan, and I hrushrug.

“Oh, I’m glad to hear that.”

I pull his briefs down and pull them off his legs before throwing them to the ground. He watches me with a smile. I lean back up on the bed and grab his hand.

“I guess, if I touch you, technically, you’re not touching me,” I say, looking down at him. “I guess.” I move his hand to my breast. “Squeeze,” I say.

“What?”

“One squeeze.”

He squeezes dutifully.

“Do you think my breasts are too big or too small?”

He licks his lips, but he doesn’t squeeze again.

I move his hand over to the other breast. “Squeeze,” I say.

He squeezes obligingly and then moves his hand back.

“Too big or too small?”

“Just perfect,” he says.

“Aw, aren’t you sweet?” I giggle.

I then peel my panties down and hold them in my hand and wave them across his face, letting them trail against his nose and his lips. He takes a deep breath in, which feels dirty and sexy at the same time, and then I drop them to the floor. I turn back on my side again and lean into him. I reach back and grab his cock and place it between my legs so it’s snuggled there and gently move back and forth so it’s rubbing between my slit, the tip gently caressing my clit.

“Fuck,” I murmur under my breath.

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I am teasing him, but I am also teasing myself. The feeling of his cock between my legs is amazing. And when his cock involuntarily twitches and grazes my clit, I almost jump.

“That wasn’t me. I can’t help it if my body makes its own movements,” he says.

“I know,” I say and move back and forth so that I feel him sliding in and out.

He starts to breathe loudly, and I wonder if he can resist. I wonder if he’s going to touch me. I need him to touch me. I need him to grab me, and yet still, he doesn’t.

“What are you doing?” he says, mouth open, eyes teasing.

“Nothing.”

I sit on his stomach and gently move myself backward. His cock is between my legs. I lean forward and rub my breasts on his chest and keep my lips a hair’s breadth from his so that we’re almost kissing, but not. I want him to reach up and squeeze my ass. I want to feel his fingers against my clit.

“That’s still nothing? You really want to keep that hundred dollars, don’t you?” I say, chuckling, almost out of breath.

“I just want to be respectful.” He grunts. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do.”

“Well, I’m naked, and I’m on top of you naked, and I’m rubbing myself against you, and you still … you still resist.” I grin. “I guess you have more discipline than I thought.”

“Is that a good or a bad thing?” he asks through veiled eyes.

“It’s a good thing. It means I can trust you. And because I can trust you, I’ll let you do one thing.”