Queer Quickies 9

I grip them by the hair and pull up. My hard clit falls out of their mouth as they rise to their feet. A thin stream of saliva drips down their chin. I stand with them, pushing my chair away with my heel.

They look me in the eyes, tears glistening in the flickering candlelight.

I tighten my grip on their hair. It isn’t as if I was not enjoying myself. I was getting close to coming in their mouth, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I need to take over, to be more in charge than I felt with them kneeling between my thighs with my skirt pushed up to my hips and my clit between their lips.

I buckle on the collar and they let out a low moan. I almost can’t hear it, it is so soft. “That’s right, love. I know this is what you need.” We’ve been going back and forth with me wrestling them down and putting them in their place all afternoon, lazily establishing dominance and letting it slip away so we can start over again. I think maybe, just maybe, they have reached the point where they want to give in completely.

My hand finds her hair and I slide my fingers in at the nape of her neck. A single twist and I have most of her hair in a tight knot around my hand.

She’s waking up to this, to my hard clit pressing against her ass, still sticky and rough from our sex earlier.

“Fuck! Miss!” She twists her head to look me in the eyes.

I tug harder, pulling into the arch of her back.

I let the bike idle for a second before I kill the engine. The thumpy twin has my clit tingling already, though it probably helps a little that she’s pressed up tight behind me, the only thing between us, aside from my leather jacket and our clothes, is my knife in its sheath in my waistband. I turn my head to look over my left shoulder. “You can get off now.”

My hand grips their hair as hard as I can. I twist my wrist and push my hand down, dragging them by the scalp to their knees. “That’s my good boy. You only need a little direction.” I don’t think they can see me, but my smirk must be audible in my tone.

“Fuck! Princess!”

“Oh, hush, fuckdoll. We both know you like it like this.”

Their cheeks and the tips of their ears turn bright red and their hands move to shield their face.

I step through the doorway. Coming home from work is such a relief after a long day at the office. I drop my purse at the door and hang up my jacket. I slip out of my sandals and my hand snakes up under my shirt to undo my bra. I don’t think there’s anything that would get me to leave the house this afternoon.

Fishing in my sleeves to pull my bra off, I turn and walk toward the bedroom. I don’t see my darling slut around anywhere, so I guess that they might be taking a nap, or maybe out for a walk. Their car is here, so I know they came home. No big deal. I just want to pop into the bedroom and drop off my brano one wants it hanging out in the living room, after all.

Their grin is so charming as they lean in close to me. I just want to sit up straighter on the edge of the bed and kiss them.

I smile up at them as they lean over me, naked from their shower.

They have other plans. Their hands rest gently on my shoulders as their face comes in close to mine, almost close enough to kiss. Instead of bridging the tiny gap to my lips with theirs, they shift the position of their hands slightly and push me back on the bed forcefully.

It all happens in the blink of an eye. One moment I am just standing behind them, lovingly chatting about what we both want and the next my tits are pressed against their back and my hand is around their throat. I sink my teeth into their trapezius muscle and bite down until I’m sure I’m bruising them.

They gasp and twist to the right and try to duck out of my hold. Their fist comes down like a hammer into my side as my teeth slip off of their muscle.

I slide the scarf off of their neck and give them a lingering kiss on the soft skin I’ve exposed. My teeth brush along their skin, teasing them with the idea that I’m going to bite them. Of course I will, just not yet. That would be too easy, too quick. I’m feeling much more playful than that. They at least have to beg for it first. “I want you to just relax there, baby. Stay still. I have some things to do.”

From here it’s just water to the horizon in front of us. The curved beach stretches out its arms to either side, embracing the waves as they approach. This could be paradise. I lay back on the blanket, narrowly avoiding laying my wet hair in the sand.

“Can I lay there with you?” They block out the brightest part of the still-glowing dusk sky.

“Always, babe.” I spread my arms.