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Uncovered Project: A TMNT CYOA
🕑 Added 2020-08-31 20:00:02 +0000 UTCI had started this around the same time my monster shorts had taken off. I had forgotten about it over time, but I finally uncovered it. It was to be a choose your own adventure, and is probably the last fan fiction thing I've done since. I bring it to you now to enjoy and point and laugh at for your own amusement!
You’re walking home one evening from work, it’s cold so your hands are shoved deep inside your pockets. You have your headphones in but no music is playing, that way you can pretend you can’t hear anyone but you’re really listening for everything. You start to make a turn down an alley for a shortcut, but as you come to it a trash can whizzes past your head. You duck and cower down behind the corner.
Peeking into the alley you see two dark figures pounding it out pretty hard. One is massive and is having a hard time moving in the confined space. He takes several hits before landing one of his own.
“Motherfucker,” he spits and knees the other in the stomach.
The smaller one darts out from under him, taking backwards steps towards you.
“You better not run. You’ll make me mad,” the big one snarls.
You move to stand up and get out of the way, but that was your first mistake. You’re grabbed and pulled in front of the guy and a blade is placed at your neck. “Drop your weapons,” the one holding you snarls.
“Shit,” you cuss. He has your arms pinned painfully against your back. Any movement only makes it worse.
“Just stay calm, kid,” the massive one breathes. He slowly sets down two strange looking knives on the ground. “Just stay still.”
The man holding you laughs. “Kick em over.”
The big one kicks the weapons over and the man steps on them. You look up, the massive one is hidden in shadow but you can see the green on him. His eyes narrow and he takes a step forward. “You think I need those?”
The blade presses closer to your throat and you whimper. It hurts, but you manage to bend your arm and turn. You kick, sweeping his leg and disarming him for a moment. He reaches to grab you again but the big one is faster. He yanks you by the shoulder and throws you back behind him. You hit the ground and by the time you’re able to scramble to your feet something grabs you from behind and knocks you out.
“Don’t crowd, don’t crowd,” someone hisses.
You grunt, rubbing your eyes as you come to. You feel something poke your cheek.
“Dude! Don’t touch her!” It sounds like the voice of the big thing in the ally.
“She looks soft!”
“I don’t care if she’s made of candy, don’t fucking touch.”
“Don’t shove him ok? In fact, don’t shove anybody in here.”
You groan, blinking into a white light. You sit up ns hold your head. “What’s going on?” You groan.
“You’re dead.”
“Mikey, shut the fuck up. That’s not funny.”
You look up, seeing a lot of green. You rub your eyes again and your jaw drops a little. “Oh,” you gasp.
You had heard rumors, but thought no more of them that mothman or bigfoot. This was so much more real. They really were turtles! But there was so much more to them.
“Whoa...bigfoot does exist,” you whisper as you glance over them. They are at least color-coded, that was nice to tell them apart. The small one was orange and had the biggest grin on his face. There was one with purple hovering near you with your phone in his hand. The big red one was staring at you, hard. You weren’t sure why. In the back there was one wearing blue.
“Bigfoot?” The orange one tilts his head.
The purple one glances up from your phone. “She doesn’t have anything.” He hands it back to you. “She didn’t take any videos or-” you snap a photo. “Photos,” he groans.
“Why did you hand it back then, genius?” the red one slaps his arm. He lunges at you. “Give it. Now,” he demands.
You wrench your phone back. “Why should I? You kidnapped me!”
“Not...exactly kidnapped,” the purple one tries to explain.
“We brought you here for our safety, as well as yours,” the blue one comes up from behind and you shove your phone down your shirt. This one seems scarier than the red one. “You got in the middle of something, now they know your face.”
“Ok…” you inch back into the old sofa you’re on. “You should have maybe...led with that?”
The blue one holds his hand out. “The phone, please.”
Your eyes narrow on him. “Give me one good reason I should give it to you.”
“I’ll bust your face,” the red one snarls behind him.
“Raph!” The blue one snaps.
You look up at Raph and see he’s bleeding. He has a deep cut on his face and his arm. He also has a bandage on his waist that’s stained bright red. “Has anyone looked at those?” You ask.
He flinches and takes a step back.
“My mom’s a nurse,” you say. “I know how to tend to wounds.”
“Hey yeah,” Mikey says. “Let her have a look.”
Raph rolls his eyes and turns away. “It’s fine,” he growls and walks away.
The blue one sighs and glances back at you. “The phone.”
“How about no?” You press you hand to your chest where the phone is. “You have to come in and get it yourself.”
Mikey raises his hand. “Can I go in and get it?”
“Then, you’re stuck here,” the blue one’s voice is low. “Until you’re willing to give us that. You aren’t leaving.” He stands up and walks away.
“Uhh…” the purple one fidgets then looks down at you. “Hi . I’m Donnie.”
You’re given a room, but the blue one, Leo apparently, gives strict orders you are not to be let out or talked to. You’re to receive three meals and bathroom breaks upon request. Mikey brings you your first meal of the day. Two slices of pizza. That was a surprise.
“Is that ok?” he asks. “Will that be enough?”
You take a bite, finding it surprisingly good. “Yeah. I guess.” You glance at the door. “Is this what he deems appropriate?” You ask.
“Leo? Yeah. He said that should be good enough. I told him you should have your own but, he said it was enough.”
“Is he always that strict?” You ask him through the door.
“Sometimes,” he answers. “He’s just trying to protect us is all. Also you, to an extent.”
“Why?” You ask.
“The foot,” he says. “That’s who you saw fighting Raph. They saw you and since you saw them they probably aren’t too happy about it. Not to mention you broke from that arm lock. Pretty cool by the way.”
“Thanks,” you chuckle.
“Mikey, c’mon we gotta go!” Leo yells from somewhere beyond him.
“Sorry. I’ll talk to you later,” Mikey whispers. “Try not to go stir crazy or anything.”
You finish the pizza, and with not much else to do you decide to lay down on the bed and fall asleep.
You wake up later though and everything is quiet. You stand up and go to the door. You remember Mikey opening it, but you don’t remember hearing him lock it. You decide to try and open the door.
You find that Mikey never locked the door back and it opens. You step out into the hallway, hearing faint sounds throughout their hideout. You tiptoe quietly, hoping to not make a sound. You come to a door that is closed but something inside is glowing brightly. The door across the way you hear loud snoring and sleepy mumbling. You also hear something that sounds like water running down the other hallway.
You go down the hallway, following the sound of water. You come to an open door and you peek inside, seeing a rather large bathroom. It looks more like a locker room than a bathroom. You tiptoe inside and see someone is using one of the showers. Looking down at the small pile of clothes on a bench you pick up a red mask. It’s Raph. You also notice there are bloody cloths and bandages on the floor.
“Who the fuck is there?” Raph growls and you flinch.
He turns, looking over the top of the shower stall and a smirk spreads across his face. “How the fuck did you get out?”
“Uh-” you hesitate, his mask still clutched in your fist.
“Some security in this place,” he turns off the shower and grabs a towel. He steps out of the shower and you take a few steps back. You then see the wound on his side and that it’s still bleeding.
“Oh my god, you’re-” you move towards him and he snaps you a dirty look. You hesitate and then you hold your ground. You move towards him. “If you don’t get that looked at properly you could end up in bad shape!”
He rips his mask from your hand. “Hey butt out. It’s your fault this even happened.”
Your eyes go wide for a moment before you push back. “Then let me fix it!”
He scoffs, his eyes darting over you. “Just go back to the little room Leo left for you then.” He pushes you aside.
You grab his wrist. “Please, let me just help!”
He glares down at you then looks away. “What could you do?”
“I can get the bleeding to stop at least.”
He scoffs. “Ok fine.” He goes over to the sinks and opens one, pulling out a first aid kit that he thrusts in your hands. “Lets see what you can do.”
You make him sit down and you tend to his wound, trying to remember everything your mother ever taught you. You start to apply medicine to it and he roars out.
“That fucking hurts!”
You glare up at him. “Stop moving!”
He goes quiet, his stare smoldering on you. He then turns his head away and you continue to work. Eventually you get it bandaged back up. “There,” you say. “That should take care of it.” You stand up and go to the sink to wash your hands.
“Fukcing hurts,” he cusses under his breath.
“Well healing fucking hurts!” You snap at him. “Considering all the scars you have you should know that.” You turn around and find he is baring down on you. You clutch to the sink as he lowers himself down, getting right in your face.
“Awful smart mouth you have,” he hisses.
You scowl up at him. “Are you naked right now?”
He dips his head as a smile spreads across his face. “Look down and find out for yourself,” he growls into your ear. He turns and walks away from you.
[[ You follow him.]]
[[You go into the glowing room]]
[[You go into the room with the snoring.]]
You follow after him, knowing he’s aware that you’re there. He stops when he gets to his room and he turns around, glaring down at you.
“What?” He sniffs.
“I don’t really want to go back to that room,” you mumble. “And I don’t really know what to do here.”
“Tough luck.” He walks into his room but doesn’t shut the door.
You walk inside behind him, nearly tripping over a set of weights. His room is sparse and there are weapons hanging on the wall. There’s a punching bag hanging from the ceiling and it looks horribly abused. You run your hands over it as Raphael sits down on his bed.
“Is all you do work out?” You ask, picking up one of his weights.
“Why?” he grunts.
“You have arms twice as big as me,” you remark. “You can’t tell me that’s natural.”
He scoffs but doesn’t say anything else.
You turn to him. “I guess I owe you a thanks,” you murmur. You take a few steps towards him.
He keeps his head down. “What do you mean?” He grumbles.
“For saving me,” you reply. “Mikey said they were a foot or something. Well, you saved me from them.” You touch your neck where the blade had been placed. “I’ve never considered myself a damsel in distress, but that was something else.”
He shakes his head and huffs. “You got in the way. I was just trying to clean up that mess. Don’t thank me.”
“Yeah, I did get in the way. But you still tried to protect me.” You kneel down and cup his cheek. You lift his chin and place a kiss square on his lips.
He stops breathing for a moment and his eyes go wide and blank.
You pull back and bite your lip. He smelled good. “Well, thanks all the same.”
“You trying to mess with me?” He growls and stands up.
“What?” You scoff.
He laughs and shakes his head. His brow pinches together as he bares down on you again. “Who put you up to this? Mikey? What is it?”
You shake your head. “If I was messing with you I’d tell you to get my phone down my shirt again!”
His hand snaps out and clamps over your breast. Both of you have horrified expressions on your face. He yanks his hand back, realizing he acted in the heat of the moment. You realize your nipples have gotten hard.
“You know, that was...you should have…” he cussed under his breath and kicks something. “You need to fucking leave!” He yells.
“Be quiet!” You hiss. “If I’m found outside the room your brother will flip!”
“And I’m not?” He snarls.
“Walk me back to the room,” you whisper to him. “And I’ll leave you alone.”
He scoffs. “Or what?”
“Or I stay here all night and give you a real reason to blush,” you poke your finger into his chest, finding it felt more like poking a brick wall than flesh.
He grabs your wrist. “And what would that be?”
You close the gap between you and slide your hand between his thighs. He flinches and moans, his grip on your wrist tightening. You feel him grow and harden to your palm. He grunts and a strained expression crosses his face. He wrenches away from you and stumbles backwards, falling onto his bed.
You pin him down, knowing he could swat you off like a fly at any moment. You crawl on top of him and straddle his hips. His breath shudders and he grimaces.
“You’re asking for trouble,” he pants.
“From the looks of things you’re the one asking.” You dip down, pressing a long kiss to his lips. He moans in return, kissing back and rolling his hips. You feel his thick cock rub against you and you sit up. You pull away your top and take off your bra. You throw it in his face. You move back so you can stroke his cock. You pump your fists over it, smirking when he begins to moan.
“Impressive,” you chuckle. “It’s been a while but I’ve never seen anything quite like this.”
“Seen many green cocks in your lifetime?” he growls.
You dip down, licking the head and he hisses, holding back his voice. “No,” you lick him again and suddenly he sits up and throws you onto the bed. He lays you on your stomach then pulls you hips up and he pulls down your pants.
“Hey!” You gasp as his fingers begin to rub at your slit.
“Wet already,” he moans into your ear and you have to bite back a whimper. He slips a finger inside and you bite down on the sheets. “How long were you watching me in the shower.”
“No I-” you pant.
He moves his finger inside, his eyes watching your needy slit take it. “Maybe you wanted this all along?”
Maybe a little bit, you thought, but it wasn’t in the forefront of your mind. You whine, clenching around his finger.
He laughs then. “Like that?”
“Of course!” You moan and his finger stills. His breathing is ragged and shallow as he stands up, his finger slipping from inside. You groan in disappointment.
“Well then,” he places himself behind you and rubs his thick cock along your folds. “You should love this.”
“Oh,” you gasp. You glance over your shoulder, his imposing figure towering over you. But his face was soft, his eyes lidded and mouth hanging open. You sit up enough and push your hips back. You grind against him, rubbing your ass to his thick cock.
His strong hands grip around your hips, holding you in place as your rub against him. He moans and grunts, his fingers kneading your rear.
“Stop that,” he pushes your forward again. “You think that’s funny?” He aligns his cock with your entrance and starts to push inside. “I’ll show you funny.”
“Mm, please,” you bury your face into his pillow as he takes the long plunge inside. You feel him go deep and he stretches you wide. You feel overstuffed but it feels so good. You try to catch your breath but find every moment only serves to knock it back out of you.
He pants and snarls above you, his hands still gripping your hips and rear. “Here,” he growls and your phone snapping pictures. “You wanted photographic evidence, well you’re getting your photographic evidence.”
“Wa-wait-” you moan but he rolls his hips and you go blank for a moment. He snaps another photo. “Maybe I should have Donnie get me one of these so I can have my own copies.” He sets the phone down and starts thrusting slowly into you. You feel his thighs press against your rear, knowing he’s trying to go as deep as possible.
“Best be careful what you wish for, kid,” he whispers into your ear.
“Mm,” you lift up enough so you can talk. “Two can play that game.” You squeeze your inner walls tight around him, choking his shaft and making him shudder inside. You bite your lip as you wriggle your hips, seeing his expression change again. You grin up at him. “I can give as good as I get.”
He bends over, kissing your shoulder before biting it. “Just wait,” he pants. He pushes you back down and starts going as fast and hard as he can. You’re glad your face was pressed into the bed, because your cries of pleasure were muffled and deafened. You squeeze tight around him but he keeps going. His snarls and grunts matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
You feel your peak build and he slams you over the edge. He snarls and bares down on top of you, his chest pressed against you back as he moans. He slows and his hips shudder. You whimper, still rolling in achingly pleasant aftershocks as he begins to release. He trembles and catches his breath before he sits back up. He pulls out, and you feel his thick cum begin to drip out. He collapses down on the bed side you, shivering as he gulps down air.
You fall beside him, laying your head on his arm.
“Loser,” he pants.
You kiss him, biting his lip. You pick up your phone and snap a photo of his dazed expression. You then look through the ones he took while he was inside you.
“Delete those,” he growls, drifting to sleep.
You smirk. “Sure.” You keep the photos and dress.
[[You go into the glowing room]]
[[You go into the room with the snoring.]]
[[Return to your room.]]
You go to the room that glowing brightly from inside. You push the door open, wondering if anyone locks a door in this place. You step inside, seeing a wall of monitors is the source of the brightness from inside. Otherwise there aren’t any lights. Donnie is sitting in a big chair before all of them, his back turned to you. The closer you get and the longer you stare at the monitors you realize some show street cameras from outside, other have TV shows plays. Some have news scrolling on them or articles or code scrolling rapidly. You then realize a couple of screens are showing porn. You press your lips into a tight line, trying to keep from laughing. You come up behind Donnie, seeing both hands are busy. One is typing away at the keyboard, faster than you’d expect. His other hand is stroking his rather long cock, also faster than you’d expect.
“I never expect you to be so dedicated with polishing your staff,” you say.
He let sout a high pitched yelp and turns around, nearly ripping his keyboard from the desk. He pulls a blanket over his lap and stares up at you.
“Ho-how did you get out? You’re suppsoed to be locked up.”
“I was? Holy shit I didn’t know.” You say, still looking up at his monitors. “Do you like girls masturbating or something? Whoa? Look at the staff she’s sitting on-”
He slams a button and the monitors turn off. “What are you doing in here?” He snaps.
You shrug. “The door wasn’t locked.”
You huffs. “That doesn’t mean you can just go barging in!”
“What are you going to do about it?” You smirk at him. “Hit me with your staff?”
“Say that one more damn time, I dare you!” He rises from his chair, staring your down. He holds the blanket over himself, the erection wasn’t going away. “And go back to your room where you belong!”
You glance up at him, realizing there was something going on. “Hmm,” You sit on his desk. “I could go away. But what fun would that be?”
His eyes dart over you. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“Seems like I would be an idiot to waste such an opportunity,” you lift up the blanket, exposing his still raging hard-on. “You’d also be pretty stupid to let me slip from your hands so easily.”
He swallows, inching closer so that your fingers brush against his shaft. “But Leo said-”
You wrap your fingers around him and pull him closer. “Leo doesn’t have to know,” you say. You tilt your chin up as he dips down. You kiss his neck and meet his kiss. He moans softly then pulls back suddenly.
“I really shouldn’t uhm-” His eyes dart around the room, but he had find no excuse.
You pull your phone from your bra. “What about this?”
He swallows and stretches out a shaky hand but you yank the phone away. “Not yet.” You continue to stroke him. “We’ve gotta have our fun first.” You set the phone down then kneel in front of him. You lick him, taking him into your mouth and suckling the head of his cock.
“Anh-” he moans. His expression is soft and somewhat sweet. He bites his lip, showing the gap in his front teeth.
You look up at him and run your hand up his belly. He clutches his hand over yours, his back arching as your head bobs on his cock. “This feels so much better than I thought,” he groans. His other hand clutches the back of your head and tangles his fingers in your hair.
You moan against him, feeling your own heat growing. You reach between your legs, slipping your fingers into your panties to touch yourself. He bucks his hips, gasping and grunting. He licks his lips as his fingers stroke down your neck.
“That feels so good,” he looks down at you and you look into his eyes. You notice his eyes are quite so sweet anymore. You then glance to the monitors, seeing they’re all on again and they’re all different angles on you and him.
You pull back and gasp. “Oh shit,” you cough a little.
“Right?” He smirks, picking up your phone. He rubs his dick against your face and takes a picture. “POV is so much better, but this will do.” He picks you up from the ground and sets you on his desk. He kisses you, his hands going up under your shirt and touching everything soft. He teases your nipples, twisting them and pinching.
“Having fun?” You grunt.
“Oh yes, very much so.” He pulls off your top and kisses your breasts. His mouth feels warm as he suckles your nipples. He nibbles your chest and nuzzles between your breasts. “So nice,” he chuckles. He peeks up at you. “Forgive me, I may never get such a chance again.” He tugs down your pants enough to fit his fingers inside. “I’ll pay attention now.” He returns to kisses and sucking your nipple.
“You look like a baby doing oh-” you moan loudly as his fingers begin teasing your clit.
He licks your breast and sighs. “You’re like a waterfall down here.” He smirks up at you, tweeking your nipple between his teeth.
You press your hands on his shoulders, trying to push him back. “Are you just going to tease me all night?”
“Mm,” he licks his lips. “I mean, I could.” He pulls off your pants and spreads open your thighs. “But if you’re impatient.” He leans in, kissing you. You moan softly, his fingers still rubbing your sticky slit.
“You get to record this, I get to have something too,” you pant. He leans you back and pulls your hips towards the edge of his desk. He rubs himself to your lips, teasing again before he began to push in.
He bites his lip again, his eyes going lidded and glazed.
You pick up your phone and hand it to him. “Get that POV while you can, smartypants.”
He gasps and takes the phone. He turns it on, recording as he disappears inside you. Both of you shudder and groan. His back arches and he hisses.
“Fuck that’s so much better than they make it look.”
You squeeze around his shaft in a vice-like grip. “You’re not so bad yourself, smartypants.”
He grunts, his hips bucking slightly. “What’d you do?”
“Secret technique,” you moan. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
He sets the phone down and you squeeze your thighs around his waist. He leans forward and begins to move his hips. He pushes deep and pulls out. His length is nothing to laugh at. He really was packing quite a long staff.
He snarls and grunts, thrusting himself into you and watching you. His finger taps and swirls on your clit, making you moan out loud.
“You really should keep your voice down,” he moans. “Someone could hear and barge in on us.”
“Anh-” you gasp. “Don’t any of these doors have locks?”
He shudders and laughs. “They do.” He kisses you, biting your bottom lip and tugging. “But it’s more exciting to keep them open.”
You tremble. “Did you...did you know my door wasn’t locked?” You squeeze around him.
He bites his lip. “Not really. I just saw you wandering the hall.”
“Anh-” you gasp again, feeling him hitting the sweet spot deep inside. “You...you wanted me to catch you!”
“A little,” he begins to snarl.
You shudder, and your lashes flutter. Your mouth parts and he clamps his hand over it. You grasp his wrist as you feel your orgasm crest and crash. You moan into his palm and feel your body begin to shudder. He grinds deep inside you and you feel the first twitch. You can feel his pulse and then the warmth floods you as he releases.
His voice chokes off and he whimpers as he unloads inside you. It spurts out in jets, stuffing you full and dribbling out even before he pulls back. He grunts, gulping down deep breaths he falls back into his chair.
“Oh wow,” he pants.
You chuckle and move to his lap, kissing him heatedly. “Not bad, smartypants.”
“Mm,” he nods. “Just uhm...just let me catch my breath.” He falls asleep shortly after, snoozing peacefully in his large chair.
You clean yourself up and dress again. You then grab your phone, thankful he had fallen asleep and not taken it.
[[You go into the glowing room]]
[[You go into the room with the snoring.]]
[[It's time to make a run for it!]]
[[You decide it's best to lay back down and wait.]]
You head to the door where you hear someone snoring away. The door is already ajar so you just push it open and let yourself inside. You feel a little creepy doing this, but at the same time you’re being held captive here so this was the least of your worries. Inside there was a TV screen glowing and then on a very messy bed there was a Mikey. He sprawled out, his arm under his head and then dangling above his head.
You look around his room, there were pizza boxes stacked waist high in a few places. There was a drum set to one side of the room as well. You go towards the TV and see Mikey had been playing a video game before he passed you. You then turn and look at him asleep on the bed. He looked pretty cute snoozing away so peacefully, but his position looked a little uncomfortable.
You touch his shoulder and give him a gentle shake. “Mikey, wake up,” you whisper.
He grunts and gasps, grabbing your shoulder and then forcing you down on the bed, his forearm pressed to your collarbone. He’s eyes are serious and dark for a moment before he realizes who he has pinned.
“Oh!” He gasps and releases you. “Shit, I’m so sorry!” He helps you sit up. “I didn’t hurt you did I? You just scared me.”
“I scared you,” You rub your chest.
He smiles shyly then gasps dramatically. “How are you out of your room? Did you break out? You can pick locks can’t you? Oh shit Leo is going to be so pissed!”
You smile and laugh. “You forgot to lock the door.”
He stills and his face drops. “Oh shit Leo is going to be so pissed,” he whispers.
“I won’t tell him,” you say. “If you help me.”
He looks at you and narrows his eyes. “Help you?” He tilts his head up. “What do you mean prisoner?”
You pull your phone out from your bra and his eyes widen a bit before he regains his serious face. “You help me get out of here, I’ll give you my phone. Leo wouldn’t be mad at you for that, would he?” You dangle the phone before Mikey then snatch it back when he tries to take it.
“Still,” Mikey scoffs. “I could get my ass seriously whooped with the phone. You’re going to have to make this deal more worth my while than a phone.”
“Like what?” You ask.
Mikey smirks and he places his hand on your knee and pets up slowly. “How about a little game?” He asks.
You watch his hand as he squeezes your thigh. “Ok, go on.”
He lifts up a game controller. “Everytime I beat you, you take off a piece of clothing as well as kiss me.”
You smirk at him and bite your lip. “Ok then. What happens when I don’t have anymore clothes of kisses?”
He sucks in a breath through his teeth and chuckles. “Maybe we play another game.”
You smack your hand against his chest. “Ok then,” you laugh. “What if I happen to beat you in a game? You don’t exactly have a lot of clothes to remove.”
He thinks for a moment then snaps his fingers. “I’ll let you take a picture kissing me.”
You arch a brow. “I dunno, doesn’t sound quite fair.”
“But it’s more evidence.”
“If you end up getting the phone won’t Leo see the pictures and get pissed?” You counter.
Mikey frowns and his expression falls. He then laughs. “I’ll just delete them before I give it to Leo. Ha! Got’cha.”
You shrug and take a controller. “Fine. Lets play.”
Mikey ends up winning the first round and you take off your pants. His eyes linger on your thighs and panties even as you inch in to kiss him. He moans softly, his hands going to your bare hips as you press close. You have to admit, this isn’t a bad set-up.
He wins another round and you take off your sweater. His breath shudders and he lunges to meet your kiss. His big hands grope and squeeze your as. His strong fingers big into your plump flesh, lingering even as the kiss ends.
You win the next round and happily take your kiss, snapping a photo as Mikey’s hand kneads your breast. He keeps kissing you, moaning as it becomes more heated. You meet each kiss, stroking your hand down his neck.
“Ok Mikey, I still have clothes to be beaten off.”
“Mm,” Mikey groans, “beat me off.”
You chuckle and kiss him again before pushing him back. “This was your deal, mister,” you lick your lips. “You gotta follow the rules.”
Mikey snarls, his eyes lidded and breath shallow. “Fine,” he snarls and takes the controls again.
You win again and Mikey snarls. You hold him at arm’s length as he tries to take the kiss. “No, no, no,” you click your tongue. “You want it too badly.”
He whines. “Oh c’mon.”
You reach down, stroking the taught bulge in his pants. “You’ve had this for a while now.”
He hisses, his body going tense as you touch. “Don’t...don’t do that!”
You open his short, his cock springing out excitedly and bobbing up and down. It twitches with his pulse even without you touching it. “Your cock is just like you, very excitable.” You bend down, taking a picture as you kiss the tip of it.
Mikey whines again, biting his lip. “Hey-” he whimpers.
You lick him, lapping up the precum that dribbles freely from the tip. You then sit up and take the controller. “Ok, lets continue.”
“Fuck that!” He throws the controller away and shoves you down onto the bed again. He kisses you and you kiss back. His eager kisses feel good, so do his teeth when he drags them down your skin.
“Does that mean I win by forfeit?” You tease.
Mikey pushes your bra up and squeezes your breast in his palm. “New game,” he smiles. “Let’s do a test of endurance.”
You prop yourself up on your elbows. “You sure you want to try that one?” You sit up and crawl into his lap. You grasp his cock and begin to stroke it again. “You already look like you’re ready to burst.”
He gasps and his fingers dig into your ass. “You...uhm...you haven’t even seen what I can do yet!” His fingers move between your thighs and slip under your panties. “I’m very good with my hands.”
You whimper as his fingers slip across your folds. One taps against your clit while another pushes between your folds.
Comments
Jennifer Lynn Bolan
This is a delight! Good flow. I am entertained
