Julie was my dream girl. She was everything I thought I wanted and when I found out that she got along with my friends almost better than I did I figured it was just icing on the cake.
Their fantasy league had always been something that I had held no interest in. It was too competitive and I honestly didn’t care about sports, but Julie loved it.
It made her so competitive, taking on side bets and talking smack with the guys. Especially with Mitch the cocky bully of the group who always managed to rub her the wrong way. He always challenged her and I always thought that she hated him with every fiber of her being
I couldn’t be more wrong.
Fire and Ice are supposed to put each other out. But what happens when opposites attract? What if this whole time I’ve been reading this wrong? What happens when Mitch lays down a bet and the price is real and physical and immediate?
How can I deny her what she needs?
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I wanted her to be happy. I would give her the moon if I could.
So I nodded, knowing it was the best choice for her even if it was the most confusing choice for me.
Mitch grinned then and Julie gave a look of relief that was immense and intense. She let him take control, submitting to him in a way that she never did with me because she knew that she could count on him to take command. To dominate her like she truly wanted.
His hands were on her as he lifted her off of him. He handled her like a caveman, rough and aggressive as he lifted her into his arms and dropped her back into my chair.
Kneeling between her thighs he gripped her knees with a meaty hand and pressed them apart, diving in between them as the sounds of his work met my ears. Tongue and lips on her sex, dipping in and tasting her, making her swell and cry out immediately.
Not cries that I was familiar with.
Cries that were edged with desperation. Cries that were begging him for more as words spilled out of her mouth and she cried out with pleasure.
“Oh god that’s amazing,” she screamed, her hands gripping the chair and white knuckling it. She pressed her hips forward and his hands dug into the skin of her thighs as he held her apart.
Her head flew back, slamming into the chair behind her as she let out a low and loud moan. She screamed out her pleasure, letting it overwhelm her and dictate her responses. She lost herself to it, the throbbing of it running through her body in a present and visual way. I could watch the waves rippling beneath her skin. Could see the tension in her body as she struggled to keep it borne within her. She was straining and tensing, barely able to keep that edge under control as her head flew forward and her eyes locked with mine.
“Never so quickly,” she stuttered, shock on her face, “Never had it like this.”
Her words were lost to her then, turning into something guttural as the pleasure ripped through her. She cried out with pleasure, a moan that started low and hit highs that I couldn’t even believe. Her body was rocked by it, wave after wave buffeting her as she rode it out and then cried out for more.
Mitch pushed off of her, pushing back and standing before he gave her only a moments reprieve as his hands tugged at his belt and his pants. If she had been staring at me before she wasn’t staring at me now, she had eyes only for the man in front of her.
Not the one cowering in the corner.