The Bet: I bet I can come faster than you…

Panted breaths.
The slap of skin on skin.
The dirty sounds make my neck arch with ecstasy.
“I’m close,” he says, his fist pumping up and down his shaft so fast that his hand is a blur.
I never realized how fucking sexy it was to watch a man masturbate. I can’t wait to watch as ropes of come spurt from his tip. The thought makes me groan.
I spread my legs wider, circle my clit faster. The wetness from watching him coats my fingers, making them slick so they can glide over the little bundle of nerves.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I can see exactly where I want to slot my cock in and watch as I disappear inside you.”
He’s never talked to me like this, but it’s pulling me toward my climax, so I don’t call him on it. But I wonder how long he’s been thinking about me like this.
“You’d stretch me,” I say, then clamp my lips closed.
I can tell by the flash in his eyes that I’m pushing him closer to coming as well. That’s not the goal. I want to come first.
I’ve always been a little competitive. So when my best friend claimed that it takes women too long to come, I laughed in his face. He threw down the challenge, and I was determined to prove my point. If you know how to touch a woman, you can make her come in under five minutes.
“Are you paying attention?” I ask.
I arch my back again. I writhe from side to side. My breasts jiggle with my movements and I see him lick his lips. I flick my nipple with my free hand, sending sparks down my spine where they seem to zip down my legs.
He’s now using two hands on himself, one at the base, one at the tip. As the hand on top reaches his crown, he twists it around his shaft.
“Aww, fuck,” he shouts.
He’s close. I can tell by how his ass cheeks clench, lifting the center of him off the sofa. His toes curl and the veins in his biceps bulge.
I hook one leg over the side of the chair, giving me more room as I slip down to a reclined position. I pinch my nipples, pulling at them, sending more sparks down my body.
My thighs quiver as I plant my feet on the floor and tilt my pelvis up to a better angle. I can feel my climax begin to vibrate through me. It’s close.
I chance tactics. It’s spontaneous, but I go with it and my body doesn’t expect it because it’s so wrapped up in what I was doing. So when I flick my finger up and down rather than round and round, the pace faster than hummingbird wings, I shudder.
A high-pitched whine falls from my lips.
“Holy fuck,” he says.
My eyelids are heavy as my body tenses, enjoying the onslaught of pleasure that flows over me like waves.
“I can see you fucking coming,” he groans.
And that’s when I look over and watch as his cock jerks in his hands. The first jet of cum lands on his neck. The next is on his chest, then his abdomen. I hum as I watch. So. Fucking. Sexy.
My hands fall to my sides on the chair cushion. I feel boneless. His eyes rove over me. My legs are still spread wide as we watch each other.
“You win,” he pants.
I smile. “Pay up.”
“I have a better idea,” he says. “Double or nothing.”
I push up onto my elbows. “I’m listening.”
“I bet I can make you come with my tongue in less than ten minutes.”
“What are the stakes? Because right now, you owe me a hundred dollars.”
“If I win, I get to fuck you. If you win, I’ll still work until I make you come. You get an orgasm and two hundred dollars.”
“You’re on.”
And for the first time in my life, I hope I lose.
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