Page 25 of Vibes

She hasn’t even touched me and I’m hard. I think it’s partially the spell's fault, because I don’t usually jump to attention quite like this. Her eyes widen as she studies me, and when she still refuses to reach out, I find my hand stroking my own cock, making the precum bead at the head. For fuck’s sake, she’s just standing there and it’s driving me mad.

What is wrong with me today? Once I finally get to feel her around me, I’m going to fucking savor it.

When Iris finally opens her palm I feel an eyebrow shoot up before I can think about it, curiosity and mild surprise dancing through my head. Well, if she’s worried about me lasting that’s a major oversight. “You don’t have to worry about me being a one-stroke-and-done type of dude.”

“You think the cock ring is for your benefit?” she asks, narrowing her eyes. There’s real puzzlement in her gaze, like she can’t believe I just said that. “Oh, no, Lachlan. This is so I can use you however long I want.”

Now I really want to touch her, but Iris gives me a look that threatens violence if I try. I decide to just keep my hands to myself as she tears the condom open and tosses the wrapper beside us. Then she begins to stretch the cock ring with her fingers, widening the silicone as though testing how stretchy it is. I watch her focus, the tip of my cock weeping the longer she keeps me waiting.

She doesn't even have to touch me to keep me obsessed. What kind of simp am I becoming?

Iris doesn’t say a word as she steps closer, eyeing the space between my parted thighs before kneeling between my legs. She shoots me a glare, and if she thinks I’m going to go out of my way to fuck things up at this point she’s sorely mistaken. I can’t stop the whimper that escapes when she grasps my base, stroking upward once to make the precum bead on my head again, before smoothing it out across the flat head with the tip of a finger. It feels far better than I expect it to, mixing my whimpers with a groan. As she releases me she grabs the ring, stretching it between her fingers again to widen the silicone hole, before she rubs the ring around my tip and starts working it down my shaft.

Halfway down, she lets go and the silicone snaps against my sensitive cock, making me cry out and buck against the open air at the sudden sting. “Fuck.”

“You’re doing so well,” she praises, eyeing me through her lashes. She has to work her fingers under the ring to start rolling it down the rest of me, and I think she enjoys letting her nails rake across my hard dick as she goes.

By the time the damn thing is at my base I’m shaking, and Iris glances around herself at my trembling thighs before shooting me a smirk. My cock throbs around her painful, stabby nails, sending little jolts of pleasure soaring through my body. Girls usually do everything so quick, so carefully, there’s none of that fun, stinging pleasure.

I should’ve known Iris would be different. The more control she has the more confidence returns, and she’s nothing like the shy girl I’ve grown used to since Friday. She shifts back long enough to tear off the tank top and step out of her thong and I think my brain shuts off again. It’s very reminiscent of being stuck as a sex toy.

“Just a little more,” she says, dragging me from my thoughts. Her nails lift the ring as she uses her other hand to push one of my balls through the tight circle. I cry out, feeling my cock stiffen, and if she gets me off just by doing this the shame might eat me alive. I fucking refuse to cum before I’m inside of her, giving her a few orgasms of her own.

“Such a good hockey player,” Iris coos, and my brain is too clouded with lust to determine if she’s mocking me or not. “What big balls you have.”

Iris gets up without even kissing my cock, rocking back to the balls of her feet before standing with a satisfied smirk. My dick stands proud between us, the veins bulging out and my balls already aching from the ring.

I grit my teeth when I respond, trying like hell to hold myself together. “You put rings on guy’s dicks often?”

She frowns, tilting her head in that questioning way again. Her voice is amused when she responds. “First time actually.”

She licks her lips, her face just inches from mine. “Be good, and you’ll get the reward.”

“F—fuck, Iris.” When the fuck has my voice ever trembled for a girl?

She opens the condom and works the latex down my cock, making me rock and twitch against her palm. She moves too quickly for me to really get any friction from it, and by the time her hands slam down on my shoulders the idea of begging has never sounded so good.

“Iris,” I groan, gripping her hips. Pretty sure I just broke rule one again, but she doesn’t slap me away when I hold her. I don’t need to hold her tight; the way my big palms bracket her slim waist means I can keep her here until she tells me to fuck off. “Just ride me.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders, the pain making me hiss. I don’t tighten my grip on her waist, and I don’t have any idea if it’s a test or not. But she does release me, gripping my throbbing cock with her small palm, and adjusts until I feel my head pressing against her dripping pussy.

She’s so wet, and thinking about the jewelry I keep seeing against her clit, just makes focusing even harder as she sinks down, her body opening for me.

We moan together as she slides down my length, Iris tossing her head back at the feeling as she lowers herself. I gently rock my hips into her, testing the waters as she moves, and all she does is continue that agonizing slow pace. I’m pretty sure her goal is to torture me.

“You do well with directions,” she teases, panting as she adjusts her grip. She’s not all the way down yet, and we both know it. Little beads of sweat drip from her hairline, and her pupils widen as she looks down at me. “You’re so fucking big, hockey player.”

I don’t care if it’s an endearment or an insult. All I care about is the way Iris rolls her hips into me with a moan, and I keep the shallow thrusts going as she keeps moving. There’s no way this can be enough for either of us, but letting her stay in control and boss me around is hot. I’m not going to stop it, not when she clearly wants to drag this out and use my dick.

It would be a terrible idea to complain.

As Iris increases speed and starts bouncing, making her tits move in time with her body, my eyes drop to study her. The piercing on her clit practically begs for my attention, and I stroke my fingers down her sides as she moves.

“Just do it Lachlan,” she hisses, her voice startling me. The only thing to fill our silence is the mix of our panted breaths, and her sweet voice shatters some of my control. “Touch my clit, like you want to. Do not fuck up my piercing or I’ll cut off your dick.”

Violence is not supposed to be a turn on for me, yet my cock pulses at her words even if I know she wouldn’t really do it. Finally, I take one hand off her hip and begin to play with the piercing, watching her face intently as I massage the accessory, running it between my fingers to see what motions are best for her.

“Why do you have it?” I grunt.