Stealing Spree

Ryouko-san’s fingers moved with a teasing confidence, her touch was maddeningly light as she traced the length she’d freed from my waistband.

The heat of her hand against me fought against the cool air of the clubroom and I couldn’t suppress the low groan that rumbled in my throat.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly relishing the way she’d flipped the table on me, turning my attempt to pamper her into a mutual game of who could unravel the other first.

I pulled back from her chest, just enough to catch my breath and meet her gaze fully. Her nipple glistened faintly from my attention, and the sight of her, tracksuit open, shirt and bra pushed up, her skin flushed with heat, sent another pulse of desire through me.

But that smirk of hers and that challenging glint in her eyes demanded I up the ante.

“Ryouko-san,” I said, my voice rougher than usual, “You’re making it really hard for me to focus on spoiling you if you keep that up.”

Her response was a soft laughter with a hint of mischief as her fingers tightened on me, sending more pleasure throughout my body.

“I think you’re doing just fine, Ruki-kun. But if you’re complaining…” She leaned in, her lips clamping down on my earlobe as she blew into my ear, “…maybe I should stop?”

I shook my head and grinned as I slid my hand from her hip to the small of her back, tugging her even closer until our bodies were pressed tight.

“I yield, Ryouko-san. I also love your touches.”

Hearing that, she sucked on my earlobe harder while giggling in delight. And after releasing it, she kissed me again before pushing my head back to her chest.

I didn’t miss a beat there and once again dived into her glistening chest, sucking her sensitive peaks relentlessly. Her resulting moans fueled more of my desire for her.

She didn’t remain idle though.

Ryouko-san’s fingers wrapped around my throbbing cock as she began, stroking me with a confidence that brought pleasure throughout my body. Her touch was firm yet teasing, each movement calculated to unravel me just as much as I was unraveling her.

The clubroom felt smaller now. The air around us became thick with the heat of our shared desire as every sound we made was amplified to each other’s ears.

The soft rustle of her tracksuit, the quiet gasping of her breath, and the faint creak of the wall as I had her lean harder against it.

I pulled back slightly, just enough to catch her gaze again. We need not converse in words as we communicated through our eyes.

Hers glinted with both desire and delight. Her face was already flushed crimson, properly displaying her desire to do more for me.

Perhaps finding it not enough to just stroke me inside my pants, she pulled my cock out for her eyes to feast on before stroking it in rhythm with my sucking.

With how close we were, the tip poked into her toned abdomen, my precum staining her flawless skin. And with my hips involuntarily moving in line with her strokes, I started rubbing against her.

Ryouko-san didn’t seem to mind it. In fact, she became more eager as if she were delighted to have the clear, gooey fluid to make a mark on her body.

In response, my other hand slipped back inside her track pants.

With a slow, deliberate tug, I eased them down just enough to expose the curve of her hips and the tempting view of her panties.

Without hesitation, my hand found its way inside. Ryouko-san’s movements stilled for a moment as my fingers brushed against the damp fabric of her panties, the warmth radiating from her sacred place pulling me in like a magnet.

Her grip on me tightened, a silent acknowledgment of what I was doing and instead of hesitation, only a burning intensity that matched my own could be seen in her eyes.

The clubroom’s dim corner felt like it was shrinking further, wrapping around us in this reckless, electric moment where nothing else existed.

“Ruki-kun,” Ryouko-san whispered, her voice a sultry mix of warning and want, “you’re getting even bolder.”

Nevertheless, the way her hips shifted as she subtly pressed against my hand told me she wasn’t complaining. Not even close. She wanted me to do more.

I smirked, letting my fingers tease along the edge of her panties before slipping beneath, finding her sensitive nub and tracing the smooth crack that led to the wet entrance of her sacred place.

“Can’t help it, Ryouko-san. You’re too tempting, and I’m too weak to resist.”

My voice was playful but laced with the truth of how much she unraveled me.

“And so are you, Ruki-kun… You’re too hard to resist and… you keep making my chest pound.”

Amidst her barely audible moan, Ryouko-san poured her heart, conveying more of her affection for me as my fingers explored her, tracing slow circles that made her thighs and whole body tremble.

Her hand on my cock faltered for a moment, overwhelmed by the sensation but she quickly regained her rhythm as she didn’t want to be outdone, stroking me with a renewed focus that sent sparks up my spine.

Eventually, Ryouko-san pushed me on my chest, stopping me from what I was doing. Then, she kissed me on the lips, on my neck, on my chest and gradually slid down until her knee touched the ground. Her face was directly right in front of my cock.

Her warm breath teasingly brushed against my skin as she knelt before me. She glanced up, her gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse race.

The dim light of the clubroom cast soft shadows across her face, highlighting the flush on her cheeks and the glint of mischief in her gaze.

Her tracksuit was still open, her shirt and bra pushed up, leaving her voluptuous chest exposed, rising and falling with each steady breath. The sight alone was enough to make my head spin, but the way her fingers curled around my throbbing cock, holding it with a possessive confidence, pushed me to the edge of restraint.

“Ryouko-san, you’re really not holding back, are you?”

Her lips curved into a sly smile and she tilted her head slightly, letting her hair fall provocatively over one shoulder. “You started this, Ruki-kun. I’m just… finishing what you began.”

She tried to sound more mischievous but there was an undeniable hunger beneath it, a need that matched the fire coursing through me.

Without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward, her breath ghosting over the sensitive tip of my cock, sending a shiver up my spine.

Her fingers tightened slightly, stroking me with a rhythm that had me grab onto her head, my fingers sinking in.

The anticipation was maddening. Every second stretching out as she hovered just close enough to make me ache for more.

Then, with a soft hum of satisfaction, Ryouko-san pressed a gentle kiss to the head, her lips warm and impossibly soft. The contact was fleeting but electric. A spark that ignited every nerve in my body.

I couldn’t help but let out a low groan again as my hips twitched involuntarily, and her smile widened, clearly pleased with the effect she was having.

“Patience, Ruki-kun,” She seductively whispered as she flicked her tongue lightly against the tip, tasting the precum that once again started to bead. “You’ve been pampering me so well… let me return the favor.”

Before I could respond, her lips parted, and she took me into her mouth, enveloping me in a wet, searing heat that made my knees buckle. The sensation was overwhelming.

Her tongue wrapped around the tip, teasing the sensitive underside before she slid further, taking more of me inside.

Her hand continued to stroke the base, syncing perfectly with the rhythm of her mouth, creating a dual assault of pleasure. My grip on her tightened as I did my best to prevent my hips from thrusting.

Somehow, her boldness this time added to the sensation and watching her down there with her face filled with delight continued to fuel more of my desire for her.