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The Temptation of Release - part 1
‘You promise not to tell anyone?’ you ask. ‘No one needs to know, and afterwards, if you want to go and slut around, that’s fine, but at least the first time will be the right way.’
‘YN, I—’ Justin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. ‘I can’t do this with you. I appreciate it, but … we’re best friends. I don’t want to—’
You interrupt him by starting to unbutton your dress.
‘What are you doing?’ Justin asks.
‘I’m going to help you stop thinking of me as a friend,’ you reply.
You reach the last button just above your waist and open the dress to reveal you’re not wearing a bra.
‘Holy shit,’ he whispers at the sight of your bare breasts.
You’re not big on top, but your breasts are perky, perfectly round, and your pink nipples are erect and less than a foot from their face.
You let the dress drop to the floor.
Justin’s jaw falls with it.
You’re now standing in front of him in just a red thong.
Basically just some red string and a patch of lace between your thighs.
Speechless, his eyes roam up and down your body.
You’re breathing fast, your small breasts rising and falling with each breath.
Your stomach is smooth and flat, and your hips flare out just enough to give your slender figure a nice shape. Justin looks at your soft inner thighs and you can see the bulge of his cock grow in his pants.
‘Do you like them?’ you ask, cupping your breasts.
‘I—’
‘I know they’re not that big,’ you say, your thumbs caressing your nipples. ‘But they’re all yours.’
‘They’re …’ Justin swallows nervously. ‘They’re beautiful.’ Looking up at you, he says, ‘You’re beautiful.’
‘Really?’ To your surprise, you blush. ‘You think so?’
‘Yes.’ his fingers trembling, he reaches out and places his hands on your hips. ‘Damn, you look good.’
‘What time is it?’ you ask, groggily rubbing your eyes and trying to sit up. The sheets are soft against your skin as you look around Noah’s bedroom. It’s dimly lit, with a single lamp casting a warm glow over the room. The curtains are drawn shut, blocking out any signs of morning light. Noah chuckles from somewhere behind you. ‘It’s still early,’ he says, his voice low and raspy. ‘We have plenty of time.’ You turn your head to see him lounging in a chair by the bed, watching you intently. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that hug his muscular thighs, and his chest is bare, showing off his toned physique. Your heart skips a beat as you take in the sight of him. Despite the frustration from last night, your body still craves his touch. ‘I thought we could play a little game,’ Noah says, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees. ‘A game of strip poker.’ You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by the idea. ‘I don’t know how to play poker,’ you admit. Noah grins. ‘Don’t worry, it’s easy. And I’ll teach you.’ He stands up and walks over to a dresser, opening a drawer and pulling out a deck of cards. As he shuffles the deck, you can’t help but notice the way his muscles move beneath his skin. Your gaze lingers on him for a moment before he looks up and catches your eye. ‘Ready to play?’ he asks, holding the deck out to you. You nod, feeling both nervous and excited about what’s to come. Noah deals the cards, explaining the rules as he goes. The game is simple – whoever loses a hand has to remove an article of clothing. The first few hands go by quickly, with neither of you willing to lose. But eventually, your luck runs out and you find yourself having to take off your shirt. You hesitate for a moment before slipping it off, revealing your lacy bra beneath. Noah’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your bare skin. ‘Very nice,’ he murmurs, dealing another hand. This time, Noah loses and reluctantly removes his boxer briefs, leaving him completely naked. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him – he’s even more impressive than you remembered from last night. As the game continues, both of you become more daring, betting higher stakes and taking greater risks. Soon, you’re down to just your panties and bra, while Noah is left with nothing but a smile on his face. ‘Looks like I win,’ he says, leaning back in his chair and watching you intently. ‘Now it’s time for my prize.’ You swallow hard, knowing what he wants but still feeling a thrill of anticipation run through you. Noah stands up and walks over to the bed, climbing onto it and crawling towards you on all fours. His movements are slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours as he closes the distance between you. By the time he reaches you, your heart is pounding in your chest and your breath comes in shallow gasps. Noah leans in close, his lips just inches from yours. ‘I’ve been thinking about this all night,’ he whispers, his warm breath tickling your skin. Without another word, he presses his mouth to yours, kissing you passionately as his hands roam over your body. You moan into the kiss, arching your back and pressing yourself closer to him. Noah breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck and across your collarbone. He pauses to suck on one of your nipples through your bra, causing you to gasp and dig your nails into his shoulders. He chuckles softly before moving lower, pulling your panties down and off, leaving you completely exposed to him. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but Noah doesn’t seem to notice as he continues his exploration of your body. His fingers dance across your skin, teasing you mercilessly as he avoids the places you crave his touch the most. You whimper and squirm beneath him, desperate for release but unable to find it. Noah seems to sense your growing frustration and pulls back, looking down at you with a smirk on his face. ‘Not yet,’ he says, running a finger along your inner thigh. ‘I want to enjoy this.’ You groan in protest, but he ignores your pleas and continues his torturous touches. He traces patterns on your skin, blows gentle kisses across your stomach, and teases you with the tip of his tongue – all while avoiding the one place you need him the most. As the night wears on, your desperation grows stronger, but Noah remains firm in his control over your pleasure. He seems to take delight in watching you squirm and beg for release, his eyes dark with desire as he torments you. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you reach down and grasp his hand, guiding it between your legs. ‘Please,’ you whisper, your voice hoarse from the effort of restraining yourself. Noah hesitates for a moment before giving in, sliding two fingers inside you with a groan. You cry out in relief as he begins to move them slowly in and out, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit. Your hips buck against his hand as the sensations build within you, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Noah’s pace quickens, his fingers slipping in and out of you with increasing urgency as you approach the edge of orgasm. Just when you think you can’t take it any longer, he pulls away, leaving you gasping and frustrated once again. ‘Not yet,’ he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. ‘I want to enjoy this.’ You moan in protest, but he ignores your pleas and continues his torturous touches, keeping you on the brink of satisfaction without allowing you to cross over into release.