Entice
six
Sexual tension.
Neither Faye nor Alex has ever experienced such a feeling, never actually felt amagnetic pull towards another person while in the same room as them. It wasn’t until they began this relationship of sorts that they noticed the thick rope that tethered them to each other and kept them tied even if feet away from the opposite person. And today was no exception.
It was just the day before that Alex and Faye had had their day of freedom; the day where they let their inhibitions go and she had allowed him to spank her a second time in their kitchen. Just remembering all that had taken place just 24 hours ago was making Faye have to cross her legs even though she was standing up.
They weren’t expecting to go to Jack’s house on this Sunday—they had hoped to use the remainder of their weekend to test the waters a bit more. But, he had called saying that he wanted to have a BBQ at his house for the game and it would be a bit fishy if both of them hadn’t showed up. So, they agreed it would be best to go. And man, do both of them regret it already.
They’ve been here for an hour now and all the both of them can do is look behind them at the other one. If it’s not Faye peeking a look, it’s Alex. If Alex isn’t searching for her when he loses her in the crowd of people, it’s Faye. Back and forth, back and forth.
The atmosphere was swirling thick with tension, a sexual one at that, and all that they both wanted to do was go into the next room and fuck until the sun goes down.
“This is getting out of hand,” Faye mutters to herself, blowing out a breath.
She was finally alone for a moment, having been swarmed by people since her and Alex had walked in the door. It was a little overwhelming, especially since during the car ride over Alex had been generous enough to finger her to orgasm. All she wanted was for him to pleasure her, for her to pleasure him, and for them to pleasure each other. She couldn’t get enough of this new arrangement, especially when all they had done yesterday was explore boundaries.
She feels a warm hand on the small of her back suddenly, her body standing to attention when she immediately recognizes who the touch belonged to. “What’s getting out of hand?” Alex murmurs in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. Goosebumps break out.
“The fact that I can’t stop thinking about you,” she replies with a teasing tone, keeping her face smooth and cool and making sure not to turn her head to look at him.
Because of this, she didn’t see his facial reaction. “Hmm. So naughty, Faye.”
“How could you possibly know if they were naughty thoughts?” she jokes playfully, reaching back discreetly to touch hislower stomach. She hears a breath catch in his throat, her lips pulling into a light smile at the noise.
“Oooh,” he grins, smoothing a hand farther down, away from her lower back and over her ass. He then hears her own little noise of arousal. He grins wider when he remembers that her cheeks were still tainted with his handprint. “Are we keeping secrets now?”
Her eyes sweep to his face for a millisecond before she turns back to look in front of her. “I’m pretty sure all my secrets were pulled out from under me after yesterday,” Faye reminds him, keeping her tone lighthearted.
Alex’s hand that was still on her ass gives a light squeeze as his own mind wanders back to the previous day. His mouth leans back down to her ear, a small smirk painted onto his lips. “Like when I had your arms tied behind your back and your pretty little mouth bobbing up and down on my—”
“You came!” someone’s interrupting them then, Alex and Faye’s heads whipping up at the sound. Georgia, Faye’s assistant, was coming towards them, pushing past the people littered about the backyard. Faye’s brow deepens at the sight of the cute, short little woman; why was she here? “You came!” she repeats as she comes up to the twosome. “Jack said you guys were gonna bail.” She seemed slightly out of breath, as if she had ran a mile to get to them.
The hand on Faye’s backside was gone, the chill that crept up her body a negative one as his touch was absent. “We changed our minds at the last second,” Alex lies smoothly. “Decided it would be better to be out and about rather than lying around at home.”
That’s a fucking joke, Faye thinks to herself, scrutinizing her assistant once more.
“Why are you here?” she asks, trying not to sound accusatory. By the hurt look on her employee’s face, she had failed at that. She clears her throat. “Not that I don’t love seeing you, but I didn’t know you were close to Jack.”
Georgia shrugs. “Jack and I are friends. We text occasionally. And I also love to meet new people, so I thought it would be a great place to mingle.”
Faye notices the way the other girls' eyes linger on Alex as she says the last word, and the blood flowing through Faye’s veins begins to boil. What Georgia doesn’t know is that Alex is hers—if only she could voice it right here and now.
“Well, Jack knows quite a few interesting people,” Alex acknowledges, putting stress on the word interesting, “so it shouldn’t be too hard to find someone to have a nice chat with.” Alex shrugs off Georgia’s batting eyelashes, looking back over at Faye. “Will you assist me in getting the soda from the garage?” he asks her inconspicuously, giving a small, friendly smile.
Faye smiles back. “Sure.” She looks back at Georgia. “Have fun, all right?”
The assistant opens her mouth to try and bring Alex back into the conversation, but the two elders are walking away before the younger one can get a word in. Once Faye and Alex are a distance away, close to finding themselves in the house, Faye lets out a breath. “I apologize for her behavior,” she mumbles. “Ever since she found out I live with you, she’s made it more than obvious of her affections toward you.”
Alex gives a small smirk. “Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?”
Faye tries to look flabbergasted, tries to play it off by snorting. “Of course not. A girl can have any kind of crush on you. And she’s an attractive woman. I just want you to know that while you and I have this…thing, I will be less than happy if you choose to sleep with another woman.”
Alex slides open the patio door, offering to let Faye walk inside first. “I would never. I thought you believed me to be a bit more chivalrous.”
“Yeah, so chivalrous when you were telling me to suck—”
A quick grab at her ass has her mouth shutting quickly. Even though the majority of the guests at the BBQ were outside, there were a few stragglers inside. Faye blushes fiercely at the idea of having said that out loud, but no one turns to look at them. Alex wraps an arm around her waist as he leads them toward the kitchen, bending down so his lips were pressed to her ear. “You have to be careful with what you say,” he murmurs gently, taking a quick nip at her lobe. Her knees weaken to jelly. “You don’t know what could possibly get you into trouble.”
They walk through a door at the end of the kitchen, which led them into the laundry room that was connected to the garage. Once inside this connector, Alex slams the door behind them and shoves Faye up against the wood. The breath leaves her body before he’s smashing their lips together, her legs bumping up to curl around his torso.
His lips caress hungrily at hers, her arms clutching at his shoulders as heavy moans fall past their clashing mouths. “Alex…” she pants out through the kissing.
“Hm?” he manages out, drunk on the smell of her skin and the heat of their bodies.
“Baiser,” she mutters as his lips trail down her neck and over her collarbone. “We, uh, we have to get the…what were we getting again?” She says this last question more to herself since Alex was too preoccupied with warming her body up to a temperature of impossible degree. After yesterday, a simple graze from him made the mound between her legs liquefy. It’s like they were wired to each other, wired to react and to commit. And she was committed to his touch. It was like a fucking drug.
“Soda,” he reminds her as he slides a hand down her side and between her legs. He rubs a hand over the notch between her thighs over her jeans, causing a friction that was new and made her head fall back and her mouth open wide in a silent groan.
“We should probably go…” her teeth jab into her tongue as he presses firmly against her clit through the rough material of her pants. “Merde, Alex!”
“Mm, your French tongue is so feisty.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this…” Faye tries to say with a firm tone, but all she got in response was his hand moving in slow circles against her clitoris. As a response, Faye arches her back into Alex, her stiff nipples chaffing against the fabric of her bra as she moves her chest against his. “Baiser, s'il vous plaît arrêtez!”
He shushes her softly. “That’s it, atta girl. I think one of my favorite things about you little Faye is that you are so responsive. Your body, your words…I can’t wait to see how loud I can make you scream.”
Said girl’s eyes pop open at that. He already had her seeing stars but if he were able to make her scream? Who knew what kind of pleasure that would mean for her.
“Now,” Alex continues, looking her dead in the eyes. His pupils were blown wide and his voice was gritty and low. “We are going to do a little test. I can tell you are close Faye and darn it, I just don’t think we have time to let you come and get the drinks. So, I am going stop—” with that word he moves his hand away from her covered pussy, a whine falling out of her throat in protest, “—and we are going to see how long you can last today without saying one thing about how turned on you are. The longer you refrain from touching yourself or saying something to me, the better it will be for the both of us.” Faye groans as she tightens her legs around his waist, already feeling how unbelievably wet and aroused she was downstairs. He left her so fucking horny that she couldn’t see properly. “Are you ready?”
“Please, don’t…” she pants out, her need and want on too a high a level.
He smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to her nose. “I told you I’d be pushing you harder than you’ve ever been pushed. You won’t be punished if you deny this, but what would you gain from that? I want to see you squirm.”
Even though this was torture, complete and utter torture, she couldn’t help but feel her arousal multiply tenfold at the idea of being left helpless, on the brink of orgasm, around a group of people for the remainder of the day. And better yet, to have Alex right there but not doing a single thing about it. Hell, this whole arrangement with him was to try new things, so why not try something new?
“Are you up for it?” he grins, knowing by the look on her face that she was going to cave.
Faye hesitates, but nods moments later. She decides to push him a little as well, pulling up the next couple of words carefully. “Yes, sir.”
The darkness in his eyes increases, hazing into a swirling storm cloud that shook her to her bones. “Oh, don’t wake the sleeping beast, baby girl,” he warns. He rocks his hips against her center for extra measure, causing her to cry out as the friction shoots through her body and settles heavily behind her clit. He presses their lips together swiftly and sharply, leaving her head reeling, before pulling away and setting her back down her feet. “Can you stand properly?”
She sways a bit, the lack of release making her balance a little off, but she knew within the hour she’d be fine. But all I’ll be able to think about is coming, she adds to herself, but gives Alex a smile and a nod.
“I’ll go get the soda,” he tells her, giving her forehead a quick peck. “You get back outside. I want to see you tremble.” He winks before disappearing into the garage.
She watches him go, cursing him silently. “Cet enculé.”
Faye attempts to compose herself before leaving the laundry room, making her way, gently, back outside. Her legs felt heavy, weak, as she walked—and each movement she made just made her pussy tingle. Did he expect her to stay this turned on for the rest of the BBQ? She’d like to think that about two hours in it would have just moved into a dull ache which would make it bearable. She shakes her head before moving toward the refreshment table outside, grabbing a beer and snapping it open.
If she’s gonna get through the rest of this, she’ll need some alcohol.
And just as she brought the lip of the bottle towards her mouth, seconds away from drinking at the ale, she feels a click in her panties and a sharp, jarring buzz against her clit. Her body jerks forward at the feeling, her heart pounding at the vibration against her most sensitive button.
“…the fuck?” she questions quietly as she sets the beer down so she wouldn’t spill it. She tried to contain a moan as the vibration just made her arousal worse.
She hears a beep from her phone and pulls it out, seeing a new text from Alex. Who was fucking standing just across the yard putting down the sodas.
Oh, by the way—the next time I’m getting you worked up, pay attention to what I’m doing. I may or may not have put a little vibrator against your clit. Thought this would be easy, huh?
Her mouth gaped at the text, her jaw opening and closing uselessly. How had she not noticed him unzipping her fucking pants and putting a fucking clit vibrator in her fucking panties? Faye gulps as she clicks her phone off, grabbing at her beer. How the fuck was she supposed to get through it now?
Her fingers shake as she brings the bottle to her lips, managing one swig before the vibrations start to tease again.
Fuck you, Alex.
Neither Faye nor Alex has ever experienced such a feeling, never actually felt amagnetic pull towards another person while in the same room as them. It wasn’t until they began this relationship of sorts that they noticed the thick rope that tethered them to each other and kept them tied even if feet away from the opposite person. And today was no exception.
It was just the day before that Alex and Faye had had their day of freedom; the day where they let their inhibitions go and she had allowed him to spank her a second time in their kitchen. Just remembering all that had taken place just 24 hours ago was making Faye have to cross her legs even though she was standing up.
They weren’t expecting to go to Jack’s house on this Sunday—they had hoped to use the remainder of their weekend to test the waters a bit more. But, he had called saying that he wanted to have a BBQ at his house for the game and it would be a bit fishy if both of them hadn’t showed up. So, they agreed it would be best to go. And man, do both of them regret it already.
They’ve been here for an hour now and all the both of them can do is look behind them at the other one. If it’s not Faye peeking a look, it’s Alex. If Alex isn’t searching for her when he loses her in the crowd of people, it’s Faye. Back and forth, back and forth.
The atmosphere was swirling thick with tension, a sexual one at that, and all that they both wanted to do was go into the next room and fuck until the sun goes down.
“This is getting out of hand,” Faye mutters to herself, blowing out a breath.
She was finally alone for a moment, having been swarmed by people since her and Alex had walked in the door. It was a little overwhelming, especially since during the car ride over Alex had been generous enough to finger her to orgasm. All she wanted was for him to pleasure her, for her to pleasure him, and for them to pleasure each other. She couldn’t get enough of this new arrangement, especially when all they had done yesterday was explore boundaries.
She feels a warm hand on the small of her back suddenly, her body standing to attention when she immediately recognizes who the touch belonged to. “What’s getting out of hand?” Alex murmurs in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. Goosebumps break out.
“The fact that I can’t stop thinking about you,” she replies with a teasing tone, keeping her face smooth and cool and making sure not to turn her head to look at him.
Because of this, she didn’t see his facial reaction. “Hmm. So naughty, Faye.”
“How could you possibly know if they were naughty thoughts?” she jokes playfully, reaching back discreetly to touch hislower stomach. She hears a breath catch in his throat, her lips pulling into a light smile at the noise.
“Oooh,” he grins, smoothing a hand farther down, away from her lower back and over her ass. He then hears her own little noise of arousal. He grins wider when he remembers that her cheeks were still tainted with his handprint. “Are we keeping secrets now?”
Her eyes sweep to his face for a millisecond before she turns back to look in front of her. “I’m pretty sure all my secrets were pulled out from under me after yesterday,” Faye reminds him, keeping her tone lighthearted.
Alex’s hand that was still on her ass gives a light squeeze as his own mind wanders back to the previous day. His mouth leans back down to her ear, a small smirk painted onto his lips. “Like when I had your arms tied behind your back and your pretty little mouth bobbing up and down on my—”
“You came!” someone’s interrupting them then, Alex and Faye’s heads whipping up at the sound. Georgia, Faye’s assistant, was coming towards them, pushing past the people littered about the backyard. Faye’s brow deepens at the sight of the cute, short little woman; why was she here? “You came!” she repeats as she comes up to the twosome. “Jack said you guys were gonna bail.” She seemed slightly out of breath, as if she had ran a mile to get to them.
The hand on Faye’s backside was gone, the chill that crept up her body a negative one as his touch was absent. “We changed our minds at the last second,” Alex lies smoothly. “Decided it would be better to be out and about rather than lying around at home.”
That’s a fucking joke, Faye thinks to herself, scrutinizing her assistant once more.
“Why are you here?” she asks, trying not to sound accusatory. By the hurt look on her employee’s face, she had failed at that. She clears her throat. “Not that I don’t love seeing you, but I didn’t know you were close to Jack.”
Georgia shrugs. “Jack and I are friends. We text occasionally. And I also love to meet new people, so I thought it would be a great place to mingle.”
Faye notices the way the other girls' eyes linger on Alex as she says the last word, and the blood flowing through Faye’s veins begins to boil. What Georgia doesn’t know is that Alex is hers—if only she could voice it right here and now.
“Well, Jack knows quite a few interesting people,” Alex acknowledges, putting stress on the word interesting, “so it shouldn’t be too hard to find someone to have a nice chat with.” Alex shrugs off Georgia’s batting eyelashes, looking back over at Faye. “Will you assist me in getting the soda from the garage?” he asks her inconspicuously, giving a small, friendly smile.
Faye smiles back. “Sure.” She looks back at Georgia. “Have fun, all right?”
The assistant opens her mouth to try and bring Alex back into the conversation, but the two elders are walking away before the younger one can get a word in. Once Faye and Alex are a distance away, close to finding themselves in the house, Faye lets out a breath. “I apologize for her behavior,” she mumbles. “Ever since she found out I live with you, she’s made it more than obvious of her affections toward you.”
Alex gives a small smirk. “Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?”
Faye tries to look flabbergasted, tries to play it off by snorting. “Of course not. A girl can have any kind of crush on you. And she’s an attractive woman. I just want you to know that while you and I have this…thing, I will be less than happy if you choose to sleep with another woman.”
Alex slides open the patio door, offering to let Faye walk inside first. “I would never. I thought you believed me to be a bit more chivalrous.”
“Yeah, so chivalrous when you were telling me to suck—”
A quick grab at her ass has her mouth shutting quickly. Even though the majority of the guests at the BBQ were outside, there were a few stragglers inside. Faye blushes fiercely at the idea of having said that out loud, but no one turns to look at them. Alex wraps an arm around her waist as he leads them toward the kitchen, bending down so his lips were pressed to her ear. “You have to be careful with what you say,” he murmurs gently, taking a quick nip at her lobe. Her knees weaken to jelly. “You don’t know what could possibly get you into trouble.”
They walk through a door at the end of the kitchen, which led them into the laundry room that was connected to the garage. Once inside this connector, Alex slams the door behind them and shoves Faye up against the wood. The breath leaves her body before he’s smashing their lips together, her legs bumping up to curl around his torso.
His lips caress hungrily at hers, her arms clutching at his shoulders as heavy moans fall past their clashing mouths. “Alex…” she pants out through the kissing.
“Hm?” he manages out, drunk on the smell of her skin and the heat of their bodies.
“Baiser,” she mutters as his lips trail down her neck and over her collarbone. “We, uh, we have to get the…what were we getting again?” She says this last question more to herself since Alex was too preoccupied with warming her body up to a temperature of impossible degree. After yesterday, a simple graze from him made the mound between her legs liquefy. It’s like they were wired to each other, wired to react and to commit. And she was committed to his touch. It was like a fucking drug.
“Soda,” he reminds her as he slides a hand down her side and between her legs. He rubs a hand over the notch between her thighs over her jeans, causing a friction that was new and made her head fall back and her mouth open wide in a silent groan.
“We should probably go…” her teeth jab into her tongue as he presses firmly against her clit through the rough material of her pants. “Merde, Alex!”
“Mm, your French tongue is so feisty.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this…” Faye tries to say with a firm tone, but all she got in response was his hand moving in slow circles against her clitoris. As a response, Faye arches her back into Alex, her stiff nipples chaffing against the fabric of her bra as she moves her chest against his. “Baiser, s'il vous plaît arrêtez!”
He shushes her softly. “That’s it, atta girl. I think one of my favorite things about you little Faye is that you are so responsive. Your body, your words…I can’t wait to see how loud I can make you scream.”
Said girl’s eyes pop open at that. He already had her seeing stars but if he were able to make her scream? Who knew what kind of pleasure that would mean for her.
“Now,” Alex continues, looking her dead in the eyes. His pupils were blown wide and his voice was gritty and low. “We are going to do a little test. I can tell you are close Faye and darn it, I just don’t think we have time to let you come and get the drinks. So, I am going stop—” with that word he moves his hand away from her covered pussy, a whine falling out of her throat in protest, “—and we are going to see how long you can last today without saying one thing about how turned on you are. The longer you refrain from touching yourself or saying something to me, the better it will be for the both of us.” Faye groans as she tightens her legs around his waist, already feeling how unbelievably wet and aroused she was downstairs. He left her so fucking horny that she couldn’t see properly. “Are you ready?”
“Please, don’t…” she pants out, her need and want on too a high a level.
He smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to her nose. “I told you I’d be pushing you harder than you’ve ever been pushed. You won’t be punished if you deny this, but what would you gain from that? I want to see you squirm.”
Even though this was torture, complete and utter torture, she couldn’t help but feel her arousal multiply tenfold at the idea of being left helpless, on the brink of orgasm, around a group of people for the remainder of the day. And better yet, to have Alex right there but not doing a single thing about it. Hell, this whole arrangement with him was to try new things, so why not try something new?
“Are you up for it?” he grins, knowing by the look on her face that she was going to cave.
Faye hesitates, but nods moments later. She decides to push him a little as well, pulling up the next couple of words carefully. “Yes, sir.”
The darkness in his eyes increases, hazing into a swirling storm cloud that shook her to her bones. “Oh, don’t wake the sleeping beast, baby girl,” he warns. He rocks his hips against her center for extra measure, causing her to cry out as the friction shoots through her body and settles heavily behind her clit. He presses their lips together swiftly and sharply, leaving her head reeling, before pulling away and setting her back down her feet. “Can you stand properly?”
She sways a bit, the lack of release making her balance a little off, but she knew within the hour she’d be fine. But all I’ll be able to think about is coming, she adds to herself, but gives Alex a smile and a nod.
“I’ll go get the soda,” he tells her, giving her forehead a quick peck. “You get back outside. I want to see you tremble.” He winks before disappearing into the garage.
She watches him go, cursing him silently. “Cet enculé.”
Faye attempts to compose herself before leaving the laundry room, making her way, gently, back outside. Her legs felt heavy, weak, as she walked—and each movement she made just made her pussy tingle. Did he expect her to stay this turned on for the rest of the BBQ? She’d like to think that about two hours in it would have just moved into a dull ache which would make it bearable. She shakes her head before moving toward the refreshment table outside, grabbing a beer and snapping it open.
If she’s gonna get through the rest of this, she’ll need some alcohol.
And just as she brought the lip of the bottle towards her mouth, seconds away from drinking at the ale, she feels a click in her panties and a sharp, jarring buzz against her clit. Her body jerks forward at the feeling, her heart pounding at the vibration against her most sensitive button.
“…the fuck?” she questions quietly as she sets the beer down so she wouldn’t spill it. She tried to contain a moan as the vibration just made her arousal worse.
She hears a beep from her phone and pulls it out, seeing a new text from Alex. Who was fucking standing just across the yard putting down the sodas.
Oh, by the way—the next time I’m getting you worked up, pay attention to what I’m doing. I may or may not have put a little vibrator against your clit. Thought this would be easy, huh?
Her mouth gaped at the text, her jaw opening and closing uselessly. How had she not noticed him unzipping her fucking pants and putting a fucking clit vibrator in her fucking panties? Faye gulps as she clicks her phone off, grabbing at her beer. How the fuck was she supposed to get through it now?
Her fingers shake as she brings the bottle to her lips, managing one swig before the vibrations start to tease again.
Fuck you, Alex.
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