EroticReverie

Zayne - Two Days Later

I walk into my fathers home. It's been two days since I left the study, after watching Chanel fuck and then fake climax. And all I've been thinking about is her devilish little fucking grin as she looked at me, knowing just how fucking much I was enjoying watching her perky fucking tits bounce. I'd suspected she was putting on a show on purpose, she WANTED me to fucking watch. She was a little fucking devil. But when she'd "orgasmed" I'd known for sure. She was faking it. Faking all of it. That guy was a tool she'd used to fucking bait me, so she could make me fucking look at her, make me want her. The sexy little bitch wanted to cause trouble, wanted to fucking play games. I could play games. I was fucking great at them. 

I was home from college now, having graduated my fourth year. The plan was to move into my own place, which , I already had. But I needed an excuse to stay around and play Chanel's little fucking game. I knew it's what she wanted, my reaction, my attention. I shouldnt fucking give it to her, but I can't help it. So what she's seventeen. She's only a few months from eighteen. 

Music blares from the gym, my parents aren't home, so there's only one person that it can be. I nod as I pass one of the housekeepers and walk through the house towards the gym, which sits off the glassed in, indoor pool. I can already see a flash of hot pink work out clothes. I walk into the room, as she blares possibly the worlds worst music. Angsty teenage girl shit. 

She has her hair in a high ponytail, wearing a hot pink sports bra and tiny little fucking matching shorts and my cock jumps at the sight of her ass as she climbs the step machine, ponytail swaying, her back slick with sweat. Fuck, she looks good. I look at her legs, the muscles working in them, the matching hot pink sneakers, my eyes drifting back up to her ass. I grin. Fuck, it's a great ass. I lift my eyes further, her hair sticking slightly to her back and shoulders  from the sweat, the rest of her ponytail swaying and then my eyes go to her, face in the mirror. Her eyes are already on mine. I don't like my surprise at being caught checking her out, yet again, show. She cocks a brow. I cock one back. 

"You're early!" she shouts over the music and I cock my brow again with confusion. What does she mean I 'm early? She didnt even know I was coming. I walk in, finding where she's docked her phone and lower the volume. 

"Early for what?" I ask as I tuck my hands into my suit pants pockets and walk over to her as she keeps her eyes on me.

"I'm almost done with my workout." she says, breathing a bit heavy. My cock twitches, wanting to be the reason for her heavy breathing. 

"And?" I ask walking to the side of the step machine, it makes her taller than me, so I lift my chin and look at her. 

"I shower afterwards. That wouldve been the best time to come look at my tits some more. Shouldve snuck into the shower instead." she says and my eyes go to her tits. The looked good, pressed into that sports bra, but it was serving it's purpose too well, they were barely moving. 

"Or you could just show them to me now." I shrug. 

she scoffs. "You wish."

"Why not? You clearly like me looking at them. Isnt that why you left the door open, why you pulled that dress open and showed them to me?" I smirk and she rolls her eyes.

"An open door isnt an invitation for you to be a pervert and watch me fuck." She says with a little snip. 

I just laugh and lean against the machine, peeking over the top, reaching up, and pressing the speed button a few notches higher. She swats my hand. I swat hers back. A flicker of a smile crosses her face before she narrows her eyes. 

"That's exactly what that open door was, and we both know it. You're a bold little slut." I say as I look at her tits again. Then lift my eyes.

"You think calling me a slut is going to get a reaction?" she asks and rolls her eyes. 

I press the button again and her eyes burn into mine. 

"It was an impressive show...your fake orgasm could use a little work." I say and she rolls her eyes. 

"I didnt fake-"

"Oh yes you did. I've made enough girls cum to know what real fucking bliss looks like. And that...wasnt it." I say. 

"Or they're really good at faking it." she says.

"Trust me....they dont need to fake it." I say. 

"Now, show me your tits." I say and her eyes widen and she scoffs, then laughs. 

"Beg me." she shrugs. 

I fight a smirk. "Like you're begging for me to want to look at them?" 

"Im not begging you are" she hisses.

"you were begging for them to be looked at in that dress at the party....showing them off to anyone and everyone....you were begging for me to look at them bare while you fucked like a little slut for me to see....and you're begging for it now....you want my fucking eyes on you Chanel...you want everyones eyes on you....so you can feel special.....you think you're playing a little game.....it's cute really....watching you think you're the one doing the playing....when really....you're nothing but a little girl....who needs attention." I say and she opens her mouth. 

"Shut up Chanel." I say and then press the stop button, watching the steps slow and she breathes heavy. "now, you wanted my attention....and you fucking have it.....so, show me your tits." 

"You're a bastard" she hisses. 

"And you're a little brat." I say with a smirk as she steps down, and she glares up at me. Her five foot six, to my six foot six. 

"Arms up Chanel." i say with a smirk, reaching for the bottom of her sports bra. 

"fuck you" she says , stepping back , and I follow, till I've got her turned around the machine and her back against the mirror. 

"I said...arms up." I look down at her. 

"Show me your pretty fucking tits Chanel." I whisper and her breath catches and her arms lifts as they shake and I grin. 

"Mmm, good, you know how to follow orders. I like that." I say, letting my fingers tuck under the bottom of her sports bra. 

I hum as I run my fingers along it, skimming her breast and lick my lips. 

"They really are quite pretty" I say and then grab the fabric and yank it up quickly, her tits falling out, bouncing into place as she gasps. I grin and then pull it off the rest of the way and toss it across the entire fucking room. 

"Pinch them Chanel." I say, keeping my voice low, deep and my eyes on her. 

She swallows. 

"I said. Pinch them." I clench my jaw and she sucks in a breath and she lifts her hands to her tits, and I watch, my eyes flitting down and I smile to myself, watching her roll her nipples in her fingers. Twisting them as she pinches.

"does that feel good?" I partially groan and she licks her lips, my eyes lifting to hers, and she nods. 

"Good, because it looks good.....you look good playing with them Chanel.....you make quite the entertainment...." 

Her brows pinch and she drops her hands. 

"Don't stop." I smirk. 

"Screw you." she exhales. 

"Isn't that what you are? Entertainment for men? Isnt that why you show off for them, for me?" I taunt her. 

"What makes you think you're not MY entertainment Zayne?" she cocks her head. 

"Watching you think you have the upper hand with me, watching you think you have any fucking control what so ever.....when I could have told you no, could have slapped you, and walked away, I chose to let you see my ...pretty...fucking..tits" she hisses out the last words. 

My cock gets hard as fuck as she tries to battle with me.

"I've got everything you want Zayne.....a pretty face.....a nice body....pretty tits....and a great ass..." she says as she grabs the lapels of my jacket, and I fucking groan as she presses her fucking tits to my chest and pulls me down, pushing up on her tip toes.

"Just imagine how amazing my cunt is." she whispers into my ear and I exhale, closing my eyes as she gives a little breathy laugh. 

"aww, you already have, havent you? Youve imagined it from the second you saw me in my dress....your friends too.....it's pathetic how simple it is to fuck with little boys..." she purrs in my ear. 

My jaw ticks as she pushes her mouth to my ear. 

"Beg for it Zayne. And I just might let you see it." she says and I groan and then my hands go to her sides and she drops her hands and pushes my hands away and backs up. 

"Get on your knees. And beg." she smirks. 

I shake my head, half laughing, half growling. 

"You're just a toy to play with Chanel. I don't care enough about what you have to offer, to fucking beg for it. Or even ask nicely for it. Because I do what I want with my toys. " I warn her. 

"If I want to see your pussy bad enough....I'll take your fucking clothes off and spread your legs myself. With or without your consent." I say and she falters a bit, whimpering slightly as she pushes back against the glass. 

"You want to play games? I've got plenty. And not very many of them are nice Chanel. So , I'd remember that next time, little girl." I warn, then I grab her waist and step closer and press myself against her, making her breath hitch. 

"Feel that?" I ask and she bites her lip and doesnt answer or nod, but I know she does. 

"If you're a good girl Chanel...maybe when the clock strikes midnight on your birthday...i'll show you the attention that you REALLY want." 

She swallows and then steels her gaze and lifts her chin. 

"Of course you think I want to fuck you." she scoffs and I smirk.

"Let's not pretend your pussy isnt down there drooling in your fucking panties for it sweetheart. It's written all over your pretty face." I whisper then look down at her tits, brushing lightly against my chest, her back arching, her nipples dragging over the fabric and I groan. 

"Those  really are some pretty fucking tits. Maybe i'll have you come by my place when I have the guys over, and just sit there topless , so we can all look at them." 

She whimpers and I grin and then grab her by the waist with both hands and her breath hitches. 

"Nah......think i'll keep them to myself....i dont like to share my toys." I say and she glares at me. 

"im not your toy." she says. 

"Yet your still standing here, with your pretty little tits out because I told you to. You think you have a choice....you think you chose to let me....but you're mistaken.....i'd have gotten my eyes on them again either way. " I tell her.

"And the only reason.....those pretty things arent in my fucking hands right now.....and those tight little nipples arent soaking in my mouth right now....is because I choose....you're losing your little game Chanel.....and you'll keep losing....because you're in over your head little girl..."

"you talk too much" she says and I nearly laugh. 

"So do you." I respond and she rolls her eyes.

"Are you done being a pervert and playing make believe, pretending to not be completely fucking delusional?" She bites. 

I smirk. 

"Am I ?" I ask, sliding my hands up her sides, her watching chest rise as she inhales. 

I slide them back down with a smirk. "Run along little girl." I say dropping my hands.

"I 'm bored with my toy for today." I say, and she scoffs as I turn, and walk out of the gym.