Envy
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
27,133
Reviews:
89
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Bet
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The Bet
Lindsey lounged back into the bed, snuggling up against Paul’s side as they watched some football highlights of the previous season. Lindsey loved watching football -she really didn’t get into the whole teams and players, but she got into the actual game. She understood the ins and outs of football terms, rules and scoring -she just loved watching the players move and work together.
Usually she ended up rooting for who she thought was giving their all or if she wanted to get under Paul’s skin, she would root for the team he wasn’t rooting for. Of course yes, she did know teams and players, but the point was she didn’t have favorites. Paul always told her that she needed to have a favorite team to be a real football fan, but she always ignored him when he said things like that.
“Miami is going to kill Tampa next week.” Paul mumbled, absentmindedly running his fingers through the ends of Lindsey’s hair. He reached over to the nightstand for his beer, taking a long chug out of the longneck bottle.
“Doubt it.” Lindsey sighed, stretching against him and buried herself further under the covers.
Paul rolled his eyes, “Please.” he scoffed, taking another drink from his bottle.
Lindsey peered up at Paul and raised her brows, “Tampa has it in the bag, dear.” she remarked in an obvious tone.
“Hate to break it to you sweetie, but Tampa does not have it in the bag.”
“Yes…they do.”
“No.” Paul chuckled, placing his now empty bottle back on the nightstand.
Lindsey sat up on her knees, her brows raised, “Tampa’s defense far outdoes Miami’s any day.” she stated, “So does their offence -and don’t even get me started on their passing and rushing yards. Sorry baby, but Miami’s going down.”
Paul grinned, winding an arm around Lindsey’s waist and pulled her into his lap so she straddled him, “I love when you talk football.” he grinned, cupping her ass gently. “But you’re still wrong.”
“I’m really not.” Lindsey smiled.
“Wanna bet?” Paul challenged her, holding her hips as he gently rocked up against her body. “I bet you that Tampa will go running home, crying their little eyes out next week.”
Lindsey bit her bottom lip, “Yeah, I’ll bet you.” she chuckled.
Paul rose his brows, sitting up a little straighter, “Really, now?”
“Yes.” Lindsey practically purred and reached between their bodies to cup Paul through his boxers. He grunted from her touch, almost immediately beginning to harden. “If Tampa wins, then you have to- hey!” she laughed when Paul flipped them over so he was on top of her, kissing and licking at her neck.
“Paul! Stop!” Lindsey laughed, pushing at his chest, “Okay, if Tampa wins…stop! If Tampa wins, you have to give up control for one night.” she said breathlessly.
Paul froze and looked down into Lindsey’s pale blue eyes, “What?” he asked.
Lindsey pushed at his chest, making him fall to her side, where she climbed back on top of him. “If Tampa wins…” she said slowly, tracing her fingers up Paul’s abdomen, to his chest, to his arms, up to his hands where she linked her fingers with his, “You have to give up control for one night.” Lindsey repeated softly.
Paul drew his brows together. “You mean I have to be your submissive little bitch for one night?” he asked with a chuckle. “You’re kidding.”
Lindsey drew her brows together sharply, grabbing Paul’s chin with one hand and jerked his head so he had to look at her, “Does it look like I’m joking?” she asked darkly.
Paul kept eye contact with Lindsey, but brought a hand up to the back of her head, grabbing a handful of her hair and forced her head down slightly so their noses were barely touching, “I’m no ones bitch.” he said, matching her tone.
“Well then you have nothing to worry about if you’re so sure Miami’s going to win.” Lindsey replied coolly.
“And what do I get if I win?” Paul asked, letting her go.
“What do you want?” Lindsey smirked, straightening her back. She played with the elastic of Paul’s boxers absentmindedly.
Paul grinned, sitting up suddenly and knocking her back on the bed. “I know exactly what I want.” he growled seductively, flipping Lindsey over onto her stomach.
“Hey!” Lindsey gasped. “What the hell are you-?”
“Hush.” Paul warned softly, bringing Lindsey up on her hands and knees. He pulled her panties down to her mid-thighs then grabbed at her ass roughly, spreading her cheeks apart. “This is what I want.” he grinned evilly.
“Fuck you. No way.” Lindsey snapped, trying to sit up.
Paul pushed her back down and spanked her ass hard, “If I fucking win, then yeah.” he shot back.
“You know how I feel about that.” Lindsey glared back at Paul.
Paul kept eye contact with her and slid two fingers into her heat, smirking when he found it was slick with want. “I thought the idea of that turned you off.” he chucked, rubbing her insides slowly.
“It does, but you know how I get when… you know.” Lindsey said quietly.
Paul grinned, “Well it can be one of two things…when I’m in control and don’t take your bullshit or when I spank you.” he chuckled. “Or in this case, both.” Paul added, spanking her roughly once more, still rubbing her insides slowly.
He took his now soaked fingers and slid them up Lindsey’s ass crack, rubbing around her tight hole gently. She sighed heavily, “There has to be something else.” she said softly.
“Nope.” Paul said simply, bending his head slightly to let a drop of spit slide between her ass and meet his fingers. He pressed his finger down slowly, one hand rubbing at her lower back softly to get her to relax. “I’ve tried to get you to at least try so many times, I’ve lost count.” he whispered. “You always refuse.”
“Well, you’re not doing it tonight, so you might as well stop while you’re ahead.” Lindsey snapped.
Paul chuckled, “I’m not going to fuck you tonight, baby girl.”
“At all?”
“Nope.” Paul replied, abandoning the idea of testing out her hole with his finger, “Because the next time I fuck you, it will be where no one or thing has been before.”
“No big accomplishment, hun.” Lindsey rolled her eyes, “Need I remind you that you’re my first.” she pointed out. “And surely you mean the next time I fuck you, you’ll be on your knees, begging me to touch me and to let you come.”
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The Bet
Lindsey lounged back into the bed, snuggling up against Paul’s side as they watched some football highlights of the previous season. Lindsey loved watching football -she really didn’t get into the whole teams and players, but she got into the actual game. She understood the ins and outs of football terms, rules and scoring -she just loved watching the players move and work together.
Usually she ended up rooting for who she thought was giving their all or if she wanted to get under Paul’s skin, she would root for the team he wasn’t rooting for. Of course yes, she did know teams and players, but the point was she didn’t have favorites. Paul always told her that she needed to have a favorite team to be a real football fan, but she always ignored him when he said things like that.
“Miami is going to kill Tampa next week.” Paul mumbled, absentmindedly running his fingers through the ends of Lindsey’s hair. He reached over to the nightstand for his beer, taking a long chug out of the longneck bottle.
“Doubt it.” Lindsey sighed, stretching against him and buried herself further under the covers.
Paul rolled his eyes, “Please.” he scoffed, taking another drink from his bottle.
Lindsey peered up at Paul and raised her brows, “Tampa has it in the bag, dear.” she remarked in an obvious tone.
“Hate to break it to you sweetie, but Tampa does not have it in the bag.”
“Yes…they do.”
“No.” Paul chuckled, placing his now empty bottle back on the nightstand.
Lindsey sat up on her knees, her brows raised, “Tampa’s defense far outdoes Miami’s any day.” she stated, “So does their offence -and don’t even get me started on their passing and rushing yards. Sorry baby, but Miami’s going down.”
Paul grinned, winding an arm around Lindsey’s waist and pulled her into his lap so she straddled him, “I love when you talk football.” he grinned, cupping her ass gently. “But you’re still wrong.”
“I’m really not.” Lindsey smiled.
“Wanna bet?” Paul challenged her, holding her hips as he gently rocked up against her body. “I bet you that Tampa will go running home, crying their little eyes out next week.”
Lindsey bit her bottom lip, “Yeah, I’ll bet you.” she chuckled.
Paul rose his brows, sitting up a little straighter, “Really, now?”
“Yes.” Lindsey practically purred and reached between their bodies to cup Paul through his boxers. He grunted from her touch, almost immediately beginning to harden. “If Tampa wins, then you have to- hey!” she laughed when Paul flipped them over so he was on top of her, kissing and licking at her neck.
“Paul! Stop!” Lindsey laughed, pushing at his chest, “Okay, if Tampa wins…stop! If Tampa wins, you have to give up control for one night.” she said breathlessly.
Paul froze and looked down into Lindsey’s pale blue eyes, “What?” he asked.
Lindsey pushed at his chest, making him fall to her side, where she climbed back on top of him. “If Tampa wins…” she said slowly, tracing her fingers up Paul’s abdomen, to his chest, to his arms, up to his hands where she linked her fingers with his, “You have to give up control for one night.” Lindsey repeated softly.
Paul drew his brows together. “You mean I have to be your submissive little bitch for one night?” he asked with a chuckle. “You’re kidding.”
Lindsey drew her brows together sharply, grabbing Paul’s chin with one hand and jerked his head so he had to look at her, “Does it look like I’m joking?” she asked darkly.
Paul kept eye contact with Lindsey, but brought a hand up to the back of her head, grabbing a handful of her hair and forced her head down slightly so their noses were barely touching, “I’m no ones bitch.” he said, matching her tone.
“Well then you have nothing to worry about if you’re so sure Miami’s going to win.” Lindsey replied coolly.
“And what do I get if I win?” Paul asked, letting her go.
“What do you want?” Lindsey smirked, straightening her back. She played with the elastic of Paul’s boxers absentmindedly.
Paul grinned, sitting up suddenly and knocking her back on the bed. “I know exactly what I want.” he growled seductively, flipping Lindsey over onto her stomach.
“Hey!” Lindsey gasped. “What the hell are you-?”
“Hush.” Paul warned softly, bringing Lindsey up on her hands and knees. He pulled her panties down to her mid-thighs then grabbed at her ass roughly, spreading her cheeks apart. “This is what I want.” he grinned evilly.
“Fuck you. No way.” Lindsey snapped, trying to sit up.
Paul pushed her back down and spanked her ass hard, “If I fucking win, then yeah.” he shot back.
“You know how I feel about that.” Lindsey glared back at Paul.
Paul kept eye contact with her and slid two fingers into her heat, smirking when he found it was slick with want. “I thought the idea of that turned you off.” he chucked, rubbing her insides slowly.
“It does, but you know how I get when… you know.” Lindsey said quietly.
Paul grinned, “Well it can be one of two things…when I’m in control and don’t take your bullshit or when I spank you.” he chuckled. “Or in this case, both.” Paul added, spanking her roughly once more, still rubbing her insides slowly.
He took his now soaked fingers and slid them up Lindsey’s ass crack, rubbing around her tight hole gently. She sighed heavily, “There has to be something else.” she said softly.
“Nope.” Paul said simply, bending his head slightly to let a drop of spit slide between her ass and meet his fingers. He pressed his finger down slowly, one hand rubbing at her lower back softly to get her to relax. “I’ve tried to get you to at least try so many times, I’ve lost count.” he whispered. “You always refuse.”
“Well, you’re not doing it tonight, so you might as well stop while you’re ahead.” Lindsey snapped.
Paul chuckled, “I’m not going to fuck you tonight, baby girl.”
“At all?”
“Nope.” Paul replied, abandoning the idea of testing out her hole with his finger, “Because the next time I fuck you, it will be where no one or thing has been before.”
“No big accomplishment, hun.” Lindsey rolled her eyes, “Need I remind you that you’re my first.” she pointed out. “And surely you mean the next time I fuck you, you’ll be on your knees, begging me to touch me and to let you come.”
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