Chapter 205
**Sara**
I lunged for the cushion, but Tom held it just out of reach.
"Give it back," I demanded, stretching across him.
His eyes danced with amusement as he switched the cushion to his other hand.
I climbed over him, determined to reclaim my projectile.
"You're adorable when you're frustrated." He raised the cushion higher.
"I'll show you frustrated." I made another grab, losing my balance and falling against his chest.
Tom's free arm wrapped around my waist. "Well, this is cozy."
"Don't get any ideas." But my protest lacked conviction as his warmth seeped through my clothes.
"Too late." His hand traced lazy circles on my back. "I have lots of ideas."
I pushed myself up, trying to look stern. "The bet-"
"Hasn't officially started yet." He dropped the cushion to cup my face. "And you're incredibly distracting right now."
"Am I?" I shifted deliberately in his lap. "How distracting?"
His grip tightened. "Sara..."
"Yes, Professor?" I batted my eyelashes innocently.
"Don't start something you can't finish."
"Who says I can't finish it?" I rolled my hips experimentally.
Tom's breath hitched, a raw sound that sent shivers down my spine. In one fluid motion, he flipped us so I was pinned beneath him on the couch, his weight pressing me deliciously into the soft cushions.
"Last chance to behave," he warned, his eyes dark with desire.
I hooked my leg around his waist. "Where's the fun in that?"
Without another word, he leaned in and captured my lips with his. The kiss started slow, teasingly gentle, his lips barely brushing against mine. But then it deepened, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a hunger that left me breathless.
I moaned into the kiss, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He tasted like wine and something uniquely Tom. His lips were firm but pliant, moving against mine with an intensity that sent heat pooling low in my belly.
I arched against him, my panties already damp with need. His hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing against the delicate fabric but never quite where I wanted them. Instead of giving me the touch I craved, he kept his hand resting on my hip, tormenting me with anticipation.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, I panted, "Tom..."
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my lips as he returned to kissing me. This time, harder, more insistent. His teeth grazed my lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth and bit down just enough to make me gasp.
I expected him to move his hand higher, to touch my aching breasts or slide between my legs and find the slick heat there. But he didn't. He kept his hand maddeningly still on my hip, focusing all his attention on devouring my mouth.
His tongue flicked against mine in a rhythm that made me squirm beneath him. I bucked my hips up, trying to grind against him, desperate for any kind of friction.
He pulled back just enough to murmur against my lips, "Impatient much?"
"Asshole," I breathed out between kisses.
His laugh was low and wicked as he dove back in for more. His tongue traced the seam of my lips before plunging back inside to tangle with mine. I could feel his cock hardening through his jeans, pressing insistently against my thigh.
I tried again to guide his hand higher, wanting him to touch me properly. My nipples strained against the lace of my bra, begging for attention. But Tom seemed content to keep torturing me with just his mouth.
"Tom," I gasped again when we came up for air. "Please."
His eyes glinted with mischief as he hovered above me, still not giving me what I desperately needed. "Please what?"
I glared at him, frustration bubbling up. "Stop teasing and touch me already!"
"So demanding."
"You think this is funny? I've had enough of your games." I shoved at his chest, but he didn't budge. Instead, he grinned wider, clearly enjoying my torment.
"What will you do for a whole month without this?" His hand slid to the hem of my panties, fingers brushing the lace but not going further.
I groaned in exasperation. "You're an asshole, you know that?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "It's part of my charm."
"Your charm? More like your way of driving me insane." My breath hitched as his fingers traced lazy circles over my hips.
"Insane with desire?"
"Insane with frustration," I shot back, squirming under him. "Stop being such a tease and get on with it."
His fingers finally dipped under the lace, brushing against my wetness. I gasped, arching into his touch. "Oh God, yes."
But just as quickly as he started, he pulled back. "See? This is why I'm going to enjoy our bet."
I stared at him in disbelief. "Enjoy? How can you possibly enjoy going a month without sex?"
"Watching you squirm and beg like this? It's definitely entertaining." He smirked.
I growled in frustration. "You're such a fucking jerk."
"And you're so fucking sexy when you're mad." He leaned down to kiss me again, but I turned away.
"Nope. Not until you finish what you started."
He laughed softly. "You mean like this?" His fingers slid back under the lace, finding my clit and circling it gently.
"Yes, oh God, yes," I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand.
But just as quickly as he started, he pulled back again. I let out a frustrated cry. "Tom! Seriously!"
He grinned wickedly. "What will you do when I don't touch you at all for a whole month?"
"I'll survive," I snapped back. "And I'll make sure you suffer too."
"Is that so?"
"Yes." I glared up at him defiantly.
"We'll see about that." He leaned down to kiss me again, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss that left me breathless.
I moaned into the kiss, trying to pull him closer with my legs wrapped around his waist. But he kept his distance just enough to drive me crazy.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were filled with lust and amusement. "Ready to beg yet?"
"No," I panted out stubbornly.
"Stubborn girl."
With one swift move, he flipped us, so I was on top of him now. The world spun for a moment before I found myself straddling his hips, feeling the hard ridge of his cock against me. His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief, daring me to make the next move.
I leaned in closer, my breasts grazing against his chest. His hands found their way to my bra, but instead of unhooking it, he simply tugged the cups down, leaving my breasts exposed to the cool air.
His hands cupped my tits, thumbs circling my nipples until they were hard and aching. I arched into his touch, a moan slipping from my lips.
"You're beautiful," he murmured before taking one nipple into his mouth.
The heat of his tongue against my sensitive skin made me gasp. He sucked and nibbled at my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. My hips moved on their own, grinding against him as his other hand pinched and rolled my other nipple between his fingers.
"Fuck," I breathed out, lost in the sensation.
His mouth switched to my other breast, giving it the same attention. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as he worshipped my tits. The combination of his mouth and hands was driving me wild.
Then I felt his fingers slide down between us, pushing aside the fabric of my panties to find my slick folds. He didn't hesitate, sliding two fingers into my pussy without warning.
I cried out at the sudden intrusion, but it quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he curled his fingers inside me, finding that sweet spot that made me see stars.
"Tom," I panted out, grinding down on his hand.
His mouth left my breast with a wet pop. "You're so fucking wet," he growled against my skin. "You like this?"
"Yes," I moaned, riding his fingers as he fucked me with them.
He added a third finger, stretching me deliciously. His thumb found my clit, rubbing circles around it as his fingers pumped in and out of me.
"Oh God," I gasped out, feeling the tension building in my belly.
"Come for me," he commanded, sucking on my nipple again.
I was right on the edge when the doorbell rang.
We both froze.
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