Uncontainable Desire

Let's Play

Nearly a month had passed since that day in the forest. Since then, Loyd and Nina had come to an agreement that s*x was simply too good to be missed. At first, Loyd had the impression that this might lead to something more serious, that perhaps he would actually take a greater risk this time especially since he was the one who admitted he liked Nina first. Strangely, though, he wouldn’t have minded if Nina wanted a committed relationship with him. Yet that assumption turned out to be wrong, because Nina had never shown any sign of wanting anything more serious than their incredible nights together. Their relationship remained a secret from the public, and Loyd himself still occasionally went out with other women.

But with Nina, everything was different. She had a kind of intensity that drew him in completely. With her, s*x was always extraordinary, adventurous, sexy, thrilling and he constantly found himself filled with wild ideas he wanted to try with her. He wanted to bring to life things he had never even imagined before. As a man with an accommodating nature, he was always inventive. One of his ideas was to make love outdoors, yet even that didn’t seem enough for him.

It took more than a month for Nina to finally accept Loyd’s idea, which she initially found ridiculous. She wasn’t comfortable with it at first. But Loyd was persistent; he kept persuading her until she agreed. So when the semester break arrived, they made a pact to explore the fundamentals, to test each other’s limits, and to discover what made their own bodies tremble, gasp, shiver, lose control. And truthfully, there had already been plenty of variations they’d tried in the month since that day in the forest.

Once, Loyd asked Nina to recreate their first encounter (to wear again the same outfit she had on during the masquerade party). Only this time, with a few modifications: a corset that lifted her breasts and bloomers gathered around her ankles. Loyd took her as he had wanted to the very first time he saw her at that party as if resetting time, only now he was the one in control of the game, not Nina.

After that, they tried every sort of thing, including but not limited to food play, s*x in the car, anal s*x (something Nina swore she would never do again), reenacting scenes from the adult films they had watched together, experimenting with cosplay, even engaging in voyeuristic escapades that nearly got them caught by more than one of their friends on several occasions.

Loyd couldn’t quite categorize his girlfriend as a “fetishist.” She was simply open to trying new things, eager to share experiences. Something he had never found in any other woman before.

And tonight wasn’t even one of their wildest nights. Nina had come to his apartment after Loyd called her over for a “movie night” —a pretext, really, since he had already prepared a new idea for them to try, something far more exciting than just watching a film. Of course, a quarter of the way through the movie, they were no longer paying attention to what was on the screen and were lost in each other instead.

Nina lay across Loyd’s body as they sat on the couch, their lips moving against one another, searching, impatient. Their hands brushed casually, wandering without clear intention. Naturally, Loyd was a man of composure; it was impossible for him not to respond to the beautiful woman on top of him. Situations like this were nothing new for him. Something as simple as this wouldn’t make him surrender easily. He didn’t yet feel any pressing need to go further. For the moment, he was content just to stroke Nina’s back and tangle his fingers in her hair, trapping the soft strands as their tongues moved in a slow, winding rhythm.

Nina shifted her hips closer to him, breaking their heated kiss with a sly grin.

There it was, Loyd adored that mischievous side of her.

“You want me,” she teased softly.

Loyd smirked and slid his hand along her back, pulling her closer with a touch that was rougher than before.

“Where did you get that idea?” he replied, making Nina giggle before she brushed her lips against his again. Loyd caught her mouth once more, deepening the kiss until their breaths tangled.

“Mmm…” he murmured against her lips. “I think you want me too.”

Nina instantly pulled back, narrowing her eyes. “You have no proof of that,” she shot back.

Loyd arched a brow and slid his fingers between her thighs, pressing lightly over the thin fabric of her underwear. “You’re already wet, and all we’ve done is kiss,” he said with a crooked grin.

Nina tilted her hips toward him, and both of them groaned at the sudden contact.

“I’d bet you want me more,” he teased.

Nina lowered her head and pressed her lips to the exposed skin at his collar, just above the edge of his V-neck sweater. Loyd instinctively gripped her hips, guiding her closer against the growing hardness beneath her.

“I’m not so sure about that,” he murmured, and Nina’s soft moan answered him. Her hips began to move on their own, a slow, unconscious rhythm that drew a sharp breath from them both.

“No?” she whispered. “I’m sure I can prove it.”

She pushed herself upright, her knees falling to either side of him, straddling his lap. Then she leaned forward again, moving against him deliberately, the air between them growing hotter.

Loyd’s hands found her hips, steadying her, helping her move.

“And how,” he asked in a low voice, “do you plan to prove that?”

Nina grinned and pressed herself closer. “By lasting longer than you.”

Loyd raised an eyebrow. “That’s not going to happen, sweetheart.” He shifted against her, making Nina feel him more intensely beneath her. She placed her hands on his chest and rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles in response.

“What makes you so sure?” she asked.

Loyd tugged down her tank top and the bra beneath it, revealing his favorite part of her in full view.

“Because I have plenty of ways to make you scream my name until you can’t hold it back,” he said, his voice thick with confidence.

Nina moaned softly, guiding his hand to her chest. “You sound awfully sure of yourself—I like that.” She gasped faintly when he began to play with her, his thumb tracing and teasing her skin. “Seems we’ll have to settle this the old-fashioned way.”

“Oh yeah? And what way is that?” Loyd asked, pinching lightly between his fingers, making Nina squeal.

“A competition… ahh,” she breathed out, her hips twisting in response to his touch.

“What kind of competition?” Loyd narrowed his eyes, curious but amused.

Nina caught his hand, pulled it away from her chest, and slipped off his lap. She sat back on the couch in a composed posture, giving him a teasing look from beneath her lashes.

“The kind where you’ll finish without touching me,” she said, her tone both playful and daring as her fingers toyed with her own skin, a subtle taunt.

“I don’t think I like those rules,” Loyd replied, feigning annoyance though his smirk betrayed him.

Nina only smiled wider, spreading her legs just enough to give him a deliberate view beneath the hem of her skirt. Her fingers began to wander over herself, teasingly, still above the thin fabric of her underwear.

“Oh? Don’t you believe in yourself?” she teased, noticing how Loyd’s gaze had already fixed on the space she revealed for him. Her movements grew slower, more sensual, deliberate in every trace of her fingertips.

“I can’t finish without touching you,” Loyd said, his voice rough and low. His eyes darkened as he watched her fingers circle lazily over the damp fabric.

“The rule’s simple,” she murmured. “We touch ourselves and watch each other. The first one to finish loses. Of course, if you’re afraid you’ll lose, we don’t have to play.”

Her fingers moved again, and this time she let out a quiet, breathy sound that made Loyd’s muscles tighten instantly.

He swallowed hard, his pulse heavy in his throat. Being challenged like this made him curse his own competitive streak, yet it also stirred a primal response he couldn’t control. No man could stay unmoved with a sight like that before him. Nina, confident and reckless, testing his restraint with every flick of her hand.

“Oh? I never lose, sweetheart,” he said at last, his voice strained but steady. “But if I win, I want something in return.”

Nina arched a brow, her fingers still moving in a slow rhythm. “And what would that be?”

Loyd’s grin returned as he reached down and slid his zipper open, his eyes locked on hers. “You’ll find out soon enough, my love.”