Uncontainable Desire

An Erotic Competition

And so, they found themselves at opposite ends of the sofa, both completely naked, avoiding even the slightest touch as they tried to outlast and outtempt each other in pleasure.

Nina spread her legs wide, deliberately taking that position so Loyd could see every movement of her fingers as they slipped in and out of the slick heat between her thighs. Her other hand alternated between circling her most sensitive spot and teasing her chest, mimicking exactly what Loyd would usually do to her. It was getting harder for her to keep steady now, especially knowing how composed Loyd had seemed before this little game began. Things only grew worse when she glanced up and saw him. His hand moving slowly over himself, his eyes dark and glazed, his lips parted, his breath unsteady.

At that moment, Nina realized she might have overestimated her own endurance. She considered avoiding that one place that could tip her over too quickly, but doing so would mean breaking her own rules and she was far too stubborn for that.

While Nina knew every inch of her body like a map she’d memorized, Loyd was doing his best to stay in control, balancing at the very edge of restraint. Halfway through their contest, he began to suspect he might be at a disadvantage. He knew how much Nina adored his body, how easily she could lose herself in him, but watching her pleasure herself so brazenly, so beautifully was an entirely different test.

He had assumed that letting her watch him touch himself would be enough to make her crumble first. Yet now, he could see how wrong he was. Nina was a vision of wild abandon, every movement deliberate, confident, and unbearably erotic.

This wasn’t fair, Loyd thought. It was like being forced to watch a live performance of the most intoxicating scene imaginable except the woman in front of him wasn’t a stranger from a screen. She was his lover. And she was enjoying herself as though he weren’t even there. No, this was definitely not a fair competition.

Loyd wrapped his hand around the tip of his p***s, gathering and spreading his own precum so that the erection he touched became slippery. The movement almost made him lose control, as he pushed the most sensitive part of himself to get more friction than he needed. Loyd moaned softly and reached out with his other hand to cup his balls. He knew this went against his intuition, but he had to try to enter dangerous territory to make Nina burn even more, even if it meant risking everything to win. But before his eyes, Nina was going wild. She had inserted three fingers, thrusting them in with seductive movements that caused erotic squelching sounds that made Loyd unable to resist biting his own lips. He couldn't resist diving down on the woman and sucking her hungrily.

Loyd knew very well that Nina was already so wet and could come at any moment, especially hearing the squelching sound every time the woman inserted her own fingers. He could also see her fingers glistening with her own love juice. Loyd then grabbed his manhood and squeezed it tightly, jerking himself faster.

Nina could feel herself losing control as Loyd seemed to be losing his patience, his fingers moving faster and harder below her. Her hips moved in rhythm with the movements he created. Feeling that it wasn't enough, Nina sucked on two of her fingers and directed the wet fingers to her own c******s, twirling them in rhythm with her eyes watching Loyd begin to lose control where he stood. Nina's movements became more and more uncontrollable, the twirling movements that had been slow at first became faster, her body trembled, she felt she wanted more, she shuddered. In her mind, she should stop because if she didn't, she would come. But unfortunately, she couldn't. She was getting closer, she felt so much pressure and the waves were begging to be released.

With her eyes fixed on Loyd's hips and his hard manhood, her ears could hear every coarse curse coming out of Loyd's mouth.

“Nghh...” Nina began to moan as her body tensed, her head thrown back while her fingers continued to rub her c******s. “Fuck... I can't take it anymore.” The girl's back arched, lifting upward as she came intensely. Fluid gushed out like a fountain, followed by Nina's scream, which mesmerized Loyd.

Loyd watched the sexy scene intently as Nina lost her own battle against the coming climax. It seemed that Nina had forgotten that this activity was a competition. Loyd himself also preferred to watch the beautiful woman fingering herself and wondered how he could just watch when he could have thrust his manhood in to replace the woman's fingers.

With that thought, Loyd unconsciously reached his climax as well. He lost control of his sanity and ejaculated. His fluid wet his own stomach and he grunted as he entered a session of extraordinary pleasure.

Nina watched Loyd with her eyelids lowered; he had already come, and his fluid had spurted onto his own body. On one hand, Nina felt disappointed about her defeat, but on the other hand, she felt satisfied because she could release everything so intensely just from the touch of a finger.

He was also satisfied because he could see Loyd enjoying his own climax as he watched Nina orgasm first.

Nina pulled her wet finger from between her thighs and got up on her knees, moving to where Loyd was and still staring at her with a look of curiosity in his eyes. Nina reached her wet hand to the man's mouth, rubbing her wet finger on his lower lip, and she gasped when his tongue came out to lick her finger, which was covered in her love juice. Nina immediately pulled her hand away, but Loyd grabbed her wrist again and brought his lover's fingers to his lips. He licked them all, even sucking on them, making sure the fingers that had been shiny were now clean and covered in his saliva.

Nina bit her lip and peeked at the lower part of the man's body, covered in his climax fluid. With a passionate gaze, she maintained eye contact as the girl began to lower her body and bring her lips to the man's stomach, extending her tongue. Licking him.

“f**k… Nina,” Loyd groaned, his voice rough against the fingers he still tasted. He drew them deeper between his lips, as if claiming victory through that last, reckless act. Their eyes met—both spent, both trembling from the silent contest—and without a word, they knew the game had ended.

When Nina finally caught her breath, Loyd reached for her, pulling her in. His mouth found hers again, hot and consuming, and the kiss burned with everything they had withheld. They devoured each other’s breath, sharing the heat that had undone them both.

“You win, Loyd,” Nina murmured near his lips, her voice still unsteady.

Loyd leaned back, a sly curve at the corner of his mouth. “I know. I told you I never lose. I warned you from the start.”

Nina rolled her eyes and shifted in his lap, turning so her back rested against his chest. His arms wrapped around her waist, fingers tracing idle patterns across her stomach.

“So,” she said softly, “what do you want as your prize?”

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it.”

“I wasn’t worried,” she replied dryly, “but now I am, because of the way you said that.”

Loyd chuckled, his lips brushing the curve of her neck. He kissed her there, light and unhurried, refusing to reveal the secret behind that promise.

Later, as Nina got dressed. Her clothes neat, her hair smoothed back to resemble the diligent student she was supposed to be. Loyd sat watching her with a quiet smirk. To keep her roommate from suspecting anything, she always said she’d been studying late at the library. The story worked, though it meant she had to leave just before closing time.

“What’s this?” she asked, raising a brow when he handed her a small folded note before she left.

“Just something I want,” he said simply.

Nina opened the paper and blinked. In neat handwriting were the words: In which Loyd dominates Nina.

Her lower lip caught between her teeth as color rose in her cheeks. Loyd’s grin widened at the sight.

“Holy crap.”