Warning: Graphic sex scene
The emptiness I felt and the coldness that replaced it was so palpable. I almost crumbled. I was there. So close. Only one more stroke would bring me to my orgasm.
I whirled around to Kawashita. "Why'd you stop?"
His lips curled slowly, his hand on the bulge of his jeans. "Call me Akira."
My expression crumpled. I sighed before I glared at him, frustration tight in my chest. "Why?"
He shrugged. "Because I want to."
"What if I don't want to?" I crossed my arms below my bared chest.
"I can do this all day." He unbuttoned his pants. "I like pleasuring you."
"And leaving me hanging," I said.
"I won't if you just call me Akira. I'll give you all the orgasms you want, with my fingers, mouth, this." Kawashita opened the fly of his pants and took out his hard dick.
My eyes wandered towards it. I stared at his throbbing cock. Its tip was glistening. I gulped and tried my hardest to looked back at his face. I found Kawashita smiling.
"Don't you want this?" he asked.
"I—A…Ak—It's hard." I shut my eyes and groaned.
He chuckled. "It's just a name."
It was more than just a name. When I opened my eyes, Kawashita's face hovered over mine. His lips brushed against mine, teasing, present but not giving. If he wouldn't, I would take it myself.
I captured his lips, sucking on it, nibbling on it as I pressed my body on his. It was deliciously satisfying, rubbing against him while kissing him.
Without a word, he made me face the glass doors again. I opened my mouth to say something, but a squeal came out when I felt his warm wet hard flesh pressed up again my bottom's cheek. I smirked. He couldn't resist it after all.
But of course, Kawashita was stubborn as I was. I shouldn't have let it happen. I underestimated him. I believed what happened next led me to my downfall.
Holding my breath, waiting, I shifted a little. Kawashita followed, moving his member down to the space between my legs. I gasped and trembled when the knob of his hard flesh pressed up against my entrance. It was hotter than usual.
I stiffened. "You're not wearing a condom?"
"Not yet." His voice sounded rougher. "I'm not going to fuck you…yet."
His cock moved from my entrance and slid up along my folds, hitting my clit with the head.
"Oh, gods." I threw my head back, pressing my hands on the glass.
Kawashita repeated the same motion, going faster every time until he paused. The sound of our panting filled the silence but it did not last long. Kawashita tugged off my shirt, leaving my inner shirt and bra tucked in my underarms and then he continued.
He went faster and faster, hitting the same spot over and over. It built up the pressure in my belly, and my knees began to shake. I was almost there, on the edge. I was almost falling until Kawashita stopped. Again.
I panted and twitched. My insides were throbbing, begging for more, frustration bubbling up.
"Reiko-senpai," Kawashita breathed, shifting a little, hitting that sensitive spot again.
I moaned and pressed against him, but he moved back until it was no longer in between me. I groaned.
"Please, Kawashita, put me out of my misery." I glanced back at him, desperation lacing every word. I no longer cared. Lust and the need to come off clouded everything.
He winced but managed to mask back his expression to smug. "Call me Akira, please, Reiko-senpai."
As if to prove his point, he inched closer. I lost it then.
"Okay, fine, Akira," I vented, pushing against him.
"What do you want, Reiko?" He sounded pleased, elated even. His left hand came up to my chest. "Do you want me to rub it against you?"
I swallowed. "No. I want it inside, Ka—Akira."
He gasped and gulped before he asked, "You want me to take you, right here? While we're standing? While you're pressed against that glass?"
"Yes, yes, please fuck me, Akira, now," I urged, emphasizing the last word, pushing against him.
"Easy." He touched my shoulder before I heard the peeling of the plastic wrapping. "I'll just put on the condom."
With that done, he pushed me against the glass door, my bottom sticking out. Akira pressed his cock against the entrance before sliding it over my folds.
"Not there." I groaned. "Inside, Akira, inside, right now."
"So demanding." He chuckled and adjusted his cock. With a hard push, his hard member slid in so easily, reaching further than usual.
The satisfaction I felt was so immense I wasn't sure I could hold it in.
Akira grunted. "Gods, you're so hot."
He eased it out and plunged it again. I screamed. Just one hard thrust and I was gone. The impending pleasure from before coursed through me and exploded. My knees buckled and I trembled, my insides clenching tighter. My toes curled, and I floated.
"Did you just come, Reiko?" Kawa—Akira brought me back down.
"Yes, Akira, but don't stop now." I pushed back against him, grinding harder.
"Shit." He growled and grabbed my hips. "Say my name again."
"Akira," I repeated over and over in the flurry of our movements—in and out, consecutive deep thrusts—until we both lost it, climbed up and reached the peak. Until Akira groaned and dug his nails on my hips. Until my knees gave out and slumped on the ground.
It took a moment before I caught my breath.
I looked up at him. "You were calling me Reiko without the honorifics."
He chuckled and shook his head. "That's the first thing you say after that amazing…" Akira crouched down and flicked me lightly on the forehead. "As if you didn't like it."
I grabbed his still covered penis, brushing against the tip and he staggered, wailing. I laughed. "Who came so hard because I kept on calling his name?"
Swatting my hand, he eased off the condom. "I'm still hard. Want to go on another round?"
"After my knees stop shaking." I smiled.