Greedy: A Spicy Novella
Greedy: Chapter 7

She sits on the bed in front of me, her legs spread, the wet spot on her panties covered by her vibrator, her moans filling the room, the soft cadence of her voice running through my body, feeling like a stroke to my dick every time it reaches my ears. My cock is impossibly hard, the sight of her alone is doing ungodly things to me. I don’t know why I did this to myself. I want nothing more than to touch her, but the second I saw the vibrator, I knew I wanted to see her use it, to watch her pleasure herself with the thought of me in her head. I wanted to see her come apart in front of me and that overtook any rational thought.

“Fuck,” she moans, her head tipping back and spilling her hair over her shoulders. I’m sure her body is hungry, ready, based on how she pushes her pelvis, her clit, into the vibrator, desperate for more. I’m honestly right there with her, as if I’m the one being pleasured, feeling my body climb closer to an orgasm. I’m embarrassingly close, actually. I thought I would last longer when I finally got here, but it has been too long. Too long wanting this, too long seeing her on Greg’s arm, too long jerking my cock to the thought of her. The sight of her bared in front of me is just too fucking good. I don’t want to hold back anymore. I want to devour her, eat her fucking alive until she is nothing but satiated, sweaty, and breathing heavily after having been wrung for every ounce of pleasure she has.

“Tell me what you were thinking about when you made yourself cum earlier,” I say, my cock straining against my jeans, begging for attention, but I ignore it, soaking up the sight in front of me, putting all of my energy into committing this sight to memory, burning it into my brain. I know I’m not going to want to forget tonight anytime soon.

“I–,” she gasps, a breathy moan leaking from her mouth, her eyes starting to close as pleasure overtakes her. She is so fucking responsive, and I fucking love it, but I want more, I want to watch her fall off the edge. I want her to tell me all of the nasty things she thinks about when she has her fingers on her clit.

I move closer to her, sitting on the edge of the bed, my knee touching her thigh, her skin burning against mine, my entire body pulling toward her, so fucking taut and reeling with my need for her. I reach for the vibrator, and I see a moment of panic flash on her face, like I’m going to take it away. Like I could ever take her pleasure away from her, but instead, I turn the dial at the end, turning the vibration up.

A moan escapes from her mouth low and quiet as her head falls against the headboard, a whine then accompanies her as she arches her back, her tits begging for my touch.

“Use your words, greedy girl,” I encourage her as I barely hold on to my control. I’m close to letting go, saying fuck it, and just having my way with her. I want to take all of the pleasure she is willing to give me, but I hold back, transfixed by her, too occupied by the sight in front of me to allow myself to waste it, too desperate to hear all the thoughts in her filthy little head, too curious to hear exactly what happened this afternoon while I was at work.

“I was thinking of you, of course,” she admits, her eyes connecting with mine, her breath coming out quickly, her chest moving with every inhale, her breasts beneath the lace vying for my attention, but I hold eye contact. It is suddenly really important to me that she understands how fucking badly I’ve wanted this, how much I have thought about this moment, even before she walked into my tattoo shop today.

“What were you thinking about?” I ask, needing more, needing it all. I want every detail, even the tiny ones. I want to know exactly what turns her on, the little things, the big things. I want to know the quickest way to make her cum and the best way to tease an orgasm out of her. I want to know her body like the back of my hand.

“I was thinking about–,” she mutters, cutting herself off, obscenities leaking from her mouth, pleasure taking over, seemingly making it hard to speak. I have her just the way I want her, writhing against a vibrator, on the edge of an orgasm, looking me right in the eyes as waves of pleasure rip through her body. “I was thinking about how good it would feel to have your tongue between my legs,” she admits, her cheeks staining pink at her confession, the act of telling me her secrets making her shy, but not the vibrator against her clit, not the pleasure seeping out of her.

I move closer to her, too desperate to stay away any longer, too desperate to waste another second not touching her. All of my self-control is out the window. I need her closer to me, her skin on mine.

My body moves quickly, and I climb over her, position my body between her legs, trying not to disrupt the vibrator between her legs, wanting her to continue to seek pleasure there. My cock rubs against the vibrator and a groan leaks out of me, but I ignore the pleasure, too desperate to relish in it. Instead, I prop myself up on one hand and cup her cheek with the other, needing my lips on hers like I need fucking air, feeling like my entire purpose on this earth right now is to kiss her.

My lips connect to hers and the kiss is quick, before she pulls away, her head tipping back as pleasure takes her over. I kiss her again, this time hungry, letting all of my emotions, all of my desire leak into the kiss. I roll my hips, the vibration against my cock almost too much, almost making me lose my control, but I don’t. I refuse to finish before she does. I roll my hips again and she gasps, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

I snake my free hand under my body, turning her vibrator up, needing her to cum before I do, needing to see her fall apart in front of me before I explode in my fucking pants. I feel her legs start to shake as she adjusts to the higher vibrations, her moans ripping through the room, carnal sounds coming out of her. I stare at her as she starts to fall apart, and I know before she says anything that she’s coming, her face giving her away before her words have a chance.

“I’m cumming,” she mutters, her voice hoarse, her voice needy, and the sound almost sending me over the edge. I barely hang on to my control, barely keep myself from soaking the front of my pants with cum. I hang on, just fucking barely, while listening to her moans fill the room, watching her eyes roll back, watching pleasure take over her entire fucking body, and loving every goddamn second of it.

She comes down from her climax slowly, the vibrator coaxing all of the pleasure she can get, and I don’t take my eyes off of her, even for a second, watching her take her orgasm for all it is worth. She finally comes back into her body, and when she looks at me, she looks at me with such a fucking dopey smile, as if I just made her goddamn dreams come true, and I smile back, continuing to be surprised by her, amazed even, by how quickly she is taking hold inside of my body, claiming more space than I thought she would.

“Time to make your fantasies come to life,” I whisper, lowering my body while she is still orgasm drunk, positioning myself in front of her cunt while tossing the vibrator away, my arms crawling under her thighs, keeping them spread in front of me.

“What are you-” she mutters, before my fingers are pulling her panties to the side, my tongue replaceing her clit instantly, tasting her orgasm like I own it. I taste her cum on my tongue, a groan leaking from my mouth while she invades every single one of my senses.

I’m not an idiot like her ex, I know a good thing when I have it, and I have no intention of ever letting her go. I don’t plan on giving this moment to anyone else, because even if she doesn’t know it, she was mine the second she stepped into my tattoo shop for the first time.