Elliot was the quintessential nerd: thick glasses perpetually sliding down his nose, a face framed by untamed curls, and a wardrobe that screamed practicality over style. He spent most of his days buried in his work, coding away at algorithms or tinkering with his next big invention. Socially, he was an island, content in his solitude–until she moved in next door.
Chloe was the walking definition of trouble. Young, vivacious, and devilishly aware of her effect on others, she thrived on mischief. With her cropped tops and impossibly short shorts, she became the highlight–and torment–of Elliot’s life. She had a knack for showing up unannounced, her teasing voice laced with honey and venom.
One sultry summer afternoon, Elliot was in his garage, soldering a circuit board, when Chloe waltzed in, uninvited as always. She leaned against the workbench, her bare midriff brushing the edge, her skin glistening from the heat. “Hey, genius,” she purred, her voice thick with mockery. “Building another sex robot to keep you company?”
Elliot fumbled with the soldering iron, nearly burning his finger. “N-no,” he stammered, avoiding her gaze. His face turned crimson, a color Chloe found endlessly entertaining.
“Relax,” she teased, leaning closer, her sweet scent invading his senses. “I’m just kidding.” Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she noticed the way his eyes flicked to her cleavage before darting away. She bent further, ensuring he got a better view. “Or am I?”
Elliot swallowed hard, trying to focus on the circuit board. “Did you need something?”
“Yeah,” she replied, her tone casual. “You. To lighten up.” She reached over, plucking the glasses from his face. “God, these are thick. You ever think of contacts? You might even look cute without these Coke bottles.”
“Chloe,” he muttered, his hands flailing as he tried to grab them back, “I need those!”
She giggled, holding them just out of reach. “Make me give them back,” she taunted, her voice dropping an octave. “Come on, Elliot. Show me you’ve got some fight in you.”
He lunged, but Chloe twisted away, the movement causing her shirt to ride up higher, revealing more of her toned stomach. “Oops,” she said innocently, before slipping the glasses onto her own nose. “Oh wow,” she said, squinting dramatically. “Is this how you see the world? No wonder you’re so awkward.”
Elliot sighed, exasperated but unwilling to fight her further. “Fine, have your fun.”
Her expression softened slightly, and she sauntered back to him, her hips swaying with deliberate provocation. “Aw, don’t pout, nerd. I’m just playing.” She perched on the edge of the workbench, her knees brushing against his. “You’re kinda cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”
His breath hitched. Chloe leaned in closer, her lips just inches from his ear. “You’ve got this whole… shy genius thing going on. Girls love that, you know.”
“I-I wouldn’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Her smile turned predatory. “Want me to teach you?”
Chloe shifted slightly on the edge of the workbench, her peachy, thick ass brushing against the tools scattered nearby, the curve of it impossible for Elliot to ignore as his peripheral vision betrayed him. Her snug denim shorts barely contained her, the hem riding up to reveal more of her soft, tempting thighs. She caught him sneaking a glance and smirked, her hands resting casually on either side of her hips, drawing attention to her tight, narrow waist.
“What’s the matter, Elliot?” she teased, her voice dripping with mock innocence. “You seem… distracted.” Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip as she leaned closer, the light catching the golden sheen of her skin. “Something on your mind?”
Elliot’s throat went dry. His glasses perched crookedly on her nose didn’t diminish the heat in her teasing gaze. “I–I’m just working,” he stammered, though the slight tremor in his voice gave him away.
Chloe tilted her head, pretending to consider his words. “Working, huh?” She arched her back just enough to emphasize her assets, the movement slow and deliberate, her ass lifting off the bench slightly before settling back down with a soft jiggle that made his heart pound. “So… you wouldn’t mind if I borrowed this, then?” She picked up a random gadget from the table, her fingers grazing his as she did.
He jumped at the contact, nearly dropping the tool he held. “Uh, I-I wouldn’t, but–“
“But what?” she pressed, her full lips curling into a sly grin. She straightened and walked around the bench, giving him an unimpeded view of her from behind. Those shorts were criminally tight, molding to her every curve like a second skin. She reached for a wrench on the far side of the table, her body stretching and her ass sticking out, the denim barely clinging to the lower swell of her cheeks.
Elliot’s brain short-circuited, and she knew it. “Something you want to say?” she purred, glancing over her shoulder, her expression equal parts playful and daring.
He opened his mouth but no sound came out, his thoughts hopelessly tangled between panic and desire. Chloe chuckled softly, the sound low and sultry as she turned around, the wrench forgotten in her hand. She sauntered back toward him, hips swaying hypnotically.
“You know, Elliot,” she said, stopping just inches from him. Her fingers trailed up his arm, the touch feather-light. “You’re adorable when you’re all shy and quiet like this. But…” She leaned in close, her breath warm against his neck, “I think there’s more to you than that.”
Elliot swallowed hard, his hands clutching the edge of the table for dear life as she pressed closer. Her curves brushed against him, and the softness of her body combined with the heat radiating off her skin was maddening. “Chloe, I–“
“Shh,” she whispered, her lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. Her hands slid down his chest, pausing just above the waistband of his pants, her nails grazing his skin through the fabric. “Let me guess… You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?”
He froze, every nerve in his body lighting up at her words. She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his face, her expression a mix of amusement and something darker, more carnal. “You’re not very good at hiding it, you know,” she said, her tone soft but teasing. “Every time I catch you looking… like you are right now.” She let her fingers dip lower, the faintest hint of pressure sending a jolt through him.
“I–I didn’t mean to–” he began, but she cut him off with a quiet laugh, her body pressing more firmly against his.
“Relax, genius,” she murmured, her lips brushing his cheek. “I like it. I like you.”
Chloe’s smirk turned sharper, her honeyed tone laced with something colder, more calculated. She stepped back slightly, just enough to let her hands rest on her hips, the curve of her ass emphasized in a way she knew he couldn’t resist. Her big, brown eyes softened, but Elliot, for all his naivety, didn’t catch the flicker of manipulation behind them.
“Look, Elliot,” she began, her voice sweet but tinged with an edge of faux vulnerability. “I’m in a bit of a jam right now.”
His concern was instant, like clockwork. “A jam? What kind of jam? Is everything okay?”
She let out a dramatic sigh, brushing a lock of hair from her face and leaning back against the bench. The position accentuated her chest, her toned stomach peeking from under her crop top. “It’s just… rent, you know? It’s been a tough month, and my landlord’s riding my ass about the payment. I hate to even bring it up, but…” She bit her lip, casting her gaze downward, perfectly playing the role of the struggling damsel.
Elliot frowned, his brain kicking into problem-solving mode. “Oh, I–uh–I didn’t realize. Are you short a lot? Maybe I could–“
Chloe’s hand shot out, resting on his chest, stopping him mid-sentence. Her touch was electric, her nails lightly scratching against his shirt. “That’s the thing,” she interrupted, her tone shifting into something sultry, her eyes narrowing. “I know you’re smart, Elliot. And generous. You’ve always been… sweet to me.” Her lips curled into a smile that sent heat rushing to his face. “I thought maybe we could work something out.”
“Work something out?” he echoed, the words hanging in the air as his mind struggled to keep up.
She stepped closer, her hips swaying deliberately with each step, until she was pressed against him once more. Her breasts brushed his chest as she looked up at him through her lashes. “Yeah,” she murmured, her fingers toying with the hem of his shirt. “You help me out… and I’ll make it worth your while.”
Elliot’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his breath coming faster. “What do you mean?” he asked, though his voice betrayed that he already had an idea.
Chloe tilted her head, her smile turning downright wicked. Her hand trailed down his chest, stopping just shy of the waistband of his pants. “Oh, come on, genius,” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery and temptation. “Don’t make me spell it out for you.” She pressed her body into his, the softness of her curves sending his brain into overdrive. “You help me with the rent… and I’ll give you something you’ve been wanting.” Her lips hovered close to his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “You do want it, don’t you?”
Elliot’s head swam, his usual logic and reason drowning under the heat of her closeness. “Chloe, I–“
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her hands bracketing his face. “Don’t be shy now,” she whispered, her lips dangerously close to his. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. All those times you couldn’t keep your eyes off my ass…” She turned slightly, arching her back and giving him an unrestrained view of the roundness he could never seem to avoid. “It’s okay, Elliot. I don’t blame you.”
He blinked rapidly, his mouth dry as he struggled to find words. Chloe leaned in again, her lips brushing his ear. “So, what do you say?” she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. “Help me out, and I’ll let you… have me.” Her tone shifted slightly, a flicker of derision creeping into her next words. “I mean, I’d be doing you a favor too, wouldn’t I?”
Elliot froze, torn between his overwhelming desire and the nagging voice in his head that warned him something was off. Chloe tilted her head, her smile patient but predatory.
“Tick-tock, genius,” she teased, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “You don’t want to leave a girl hanging, do you?”
Elliot stared at Chloe, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, her offer reverberating in his mind like an echo he couldn’t silence. She was right there, close enough to touch, her curves pressing against him, her scent swirling in the air and clouding his judgment. But there was something sharper cutting through his haze of want, a flicker of self-preservation he clung to like a lifeline.
“I… I can’t,” he said, his voice unsteady but firm enough to make her blink in mild surprise. “You don’t understand, Chloe.” He stepped back, just a fraction, needing the distance as much as he hated creating it. “You… you make me crazy. You walk in here, looking like that…” His eyes flicked involuntarily over her thick, peachy ass, her tiny waist, the tantalizing dip of her neckline. He quickly forced his gaze away. “And I already can’t think straight around you.”
Chloe tilted her head, her lips curving into a soft, amused smile. “Oh, come on, Elliot,” she teased, taking a step closer, erasing the space he’d just created. “That’s just the hormones talking. Trust me, it’s not that big of a deal.” Her voice dropped to a throaty whisper as her fingers grazed his forearm. “I’m offering you a good time… and you’re overthinking it.”
He shook his head, his resolve teetering but not yet broken. “It’s not that simple,” he muttered, avoiding her gaze. “If I say yes, Chloe, it won’t stop there.” He met her eyes then, his own dark with emotion. “You’ll leave me wanting more. All the time. Every second, every day. And I–” His voice cracked slightly, and he took a shaky breath. “I can’t handle that. You already drive me crazy enough as it is.”
For a moment, Chloe seemed genuinely taken aback. Then her expression softened, though the calculating glint in her eyes never fully disappeared. “Oh, Elliot,” she murmured, closing the distance again. Her hands slid up his chest, her nails lightly scratching through the fabric of his shirt. “That’s kind of… sweet, in a weird, nerdy way. But you’re acting like I’m some kind of drug.” She pressed her body against his, her lips hovering inches from his. “I’m just a girl asking for a little help… and offering to make it worth your while.”
“You’re not ‘just a girl,'” he said, his voice almost a growl, surprising them both. He turned his head slightly, refusing to let her lips touch his. “You’re Chloe. And you… you’re not like anyone else. You know what you’re doing to me, and you don’t care.”
Her lips parted, the faintest pout forming as her fingers played with the collar of his shirt. “Maybe I do care,” she said softly, her tone dipping into a feigned vulnerability. “Maybe I’m here because I trust you, Elliot. Because I know you’re a good guy, and you’ll help me out when I need it.”
He frowned, his eyes narrowing. “If you trusted me, you wouldn’t be trying to make this… about sex.”
Chloe’s expression faltered for a split second before she recovered, her smirk returning. “Oh, come on, genius,” she said, her voice turning teasing again. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing the corner of his jaw. “You don’t really expect me to think you’re above this. I see the way you look at me. You want me.” Her hips shifted against him, a deliberate taunt. “So why not just say yes? It’s a win-win. I get my rent, and you get what you’ve been fantasizing about.”
Elliot’s hands gripped the edge of the workbench so tightly his knuckles turned white. His body burned with the temptation she was laying before him, but he forced himself to stay rooted in place. “And then what?” he shot back, his voice rising slightly. “You get your rent money, and I get to touch you once, maybe twice. Then you’re gone, back to the bad guys you like, and I’m left here… wanting something I’ll never have again.” His chest heaved as he fought to keep his composure. “I can’t do it, Chloe. You… you’ll ruin me.”
Her eyes widened slightly, her teasing demeanor cracking just a little at the rawness of his words. For a moment, she hesitated, her weight shifting as if unsure how to proceed. Then, slowly, her smirk returned, though it was more subdued this time. “You’re overthinking it,” she murmured, her hands sliding down his chest to grip the waistband of his pants. “You might find you like being a little ruined.” Her voice dropped to a seductive whisper. “Let me convince you.”
Elliot’s breath hitched as her hands began to tug, but his own shot out, grabbing her wrists and holding them firmly. “Chloe,” he said, his voice trembling with the effort it took to speak. “Stop. Please.”
She stared at him, her expression unreadable, and for the first time, he thought he saw a flicker of genuine uncertainty in her eyes. Then she pulled back, her lips curling into a sly smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’re stronger than I thought, genius,” she said, her tone laced with faint mockery. “But I’m not giving up that easily.”
With a sway of her hips, she turned and walked out of the garage, her thick, peachy ass swaying provocatively with every step. “I’ll be back,” she called over her shoulder, her voice light and teasing. “And next time, you won’t say no.”
Chloe’s wrists remained trapped in Elliot’s trembling grip, her eyes widening for a moment in surprise at the sudden show of strength. But instead of pulling away, her lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk, as if she’d just uncovered another layer to the shy, awkward man before her.
“Elliot,” she purred, her voice soft yet insistent, “you don’t have to act like this is such a big deal. I’m offering you what you’ve always wanted, aren’t I?” Her tone dipped lower, teasing, as she leaned in close. “What’s stopping you? Hmm? Afraid you won’t know what to do with me?”
His jaw clenched, his gaze flickering away, shame and frustration mixing in his chest. “It’s not that,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s…” He hesitated, his grip loosening slightly before he released her wrists altogether. He stepped back, dragging a hand through his unruly hair. “I can’t stop thinking about it. You. With them.”
Chloe frowned, tilting her head. “With who?”
He glanced at her, his face flushed, his eyes dark with a mixture of desire and pain. “Your ex-boyfriends,” he said, the words falling from his lips like poison. “The guys you’re into. The ones you probably let… fuck you silly every day.” His voice cracked on the last words, and he immediately looked away, embarrassed by the rawness of his confession. “It drives me insane, Chloe. Thinking about them… about how you’d never even look at me the same way you looked at them.”
Chloe blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Then her lips twitched, her expression softening–not in sympathy, but in realization. “So that’s what this is about,” she murmured, crossing her arms. “You’re jealous.” She said it plainly, matter-of-factly, her smirk creeping back. “You think you’re not good enough, huh?”
Elliot’s silence was answer enough.
Her expression shifted again, a flicker of cunning returning to her gaze. She stepped closer, her hips swaying with every movement, her thick, peachy ass brushing the edge of the workbench as she stopped in front of him. “Listen,” she said, her voice gentle but edged with that same persuasive charm she always carried. “You’re wrong, Elliot. You could have me… whenever you want.” She let the words hang in the air, her lips curling as his eyes snapped to hers.
His breath hitched, his mind already reeling at the implications. “What… what do you mean?” he asked cautiously.
Chloe took another step closer, her fingers lifting to play idly with the hem of his shirt, her nails brushing against his skin. “I mean… maybe we can make this a regular thing,” she said, her tone lilting as if the suggestion were entirely casual. “You’ve got the money, don’t you? You’re what, a senior manager at Google? You’re doing fine for yourself.” She smiled sweetly, tilting her head. “What if I made you a deal? You help me out with rent… and, you know, a few other things I need…” Her voice dropped, becoming a sultry whisper. “And in return, I’ll make myself available for you. Anytime. Anything.”
Elliot’s heart pounded in his chest, the proposal both thrilling and terrifying. “You’re saying…” He struggled to find the words. “You’d… be mine? Like–“
“Like a sugar daddy thing,” she said, cutting him off with a playful roll of her eyes. “Call it whatever you want. The point is, I’d be yours, Elliot. You’d have me whenever you want, however you want.” She stepped closer still, her body brushing against his, her hands sliding up his chest. “Isn’t that what you’ve been dreaming about? Me, completely at your disposal?”
He swallowed hard, his mind a whirlwind of emotions and desires. “And you’d… you’d really do that?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
She smiled, her fingers toying with his collar. “Of course,” she said smoothly. “I mean, I’d be stupid not to, right? You’re smart, successful… generous.” She leaned in, her lips ghosting over his ear. “And I like making you happy. Besides…” Her tone turned teasing, a hint of mockery in her smile. “It’s not like you’d find anyone else willing to let you do the things you’ve probably been fantasizing about.”
Elliot’s chest tightened, her words stinging even as they sent a thrill down his spine. “How do I know you’ll really… be available?” he asked, his voice thick with hesitation. “I don’t want you just running off whenever someone else catches your eye.”
Chloe pulled back slightly, her hands resting on his shoulders as she met his gaze. Her expression was serious, though her smirk never entirely disappeared. “If we do this, I’m yours, Elliot,” she said firmly. “No one else. No ex-boyfriends, no bad boys, no one. Just you.” Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “But you’ve gotta hold up your end of the deal. Rent, clothes, maybe a few little extras here and there… you keep me happy, and I’ll make sure you’re always taken care of.”
Elliot stared at her, his breath shallow as the weight of her words settled over him. The idea of having Chloe–her body, her presence, her everything–all to himself was intoxicating. But a part of him still hesitated, still doubted.
“And you’d… do anything I ask?” he asked quietly, his voice laced with both curiosity and doubt.
Her grin widened, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear. “Anything,” she whispered, the word dripping with promise. “You name it, genius.”
Elliot’s lips parted, his breath shallow as Chloe’s proposal hung heavily in the air between them. His mind swirled with a cocktail of desire, disbelief, and mounting exhilaration. The thought of having her–thick, curvy, breathtaking Chloe–completely at his mercy whenever he wanted was almost too much to handle. But a darker, hungrier part of him wasn’t satisfied with just having her. No, if he was going to do this, he wanted all of her–raw, unfiltered, and depraved.
He swallowed hard, his gaze locking onto hers. “If we do this,” he started, his voice trembling slightly before he forced it steady, “I don’t just want you to play nice with me, Chloe.” His hands curled into fists at his sides, his nerves warring with his growing boldness. “I want you to fuck me like you fuck them.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement crossing her face. “Them?” she echoed, her tone teasing. “You mean the bad boys? The ones you’re so jealous of?”
Elliot clenched his jaw, heat rising to his face. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice almost a growl. “I want you to treat me the same way. No… worse. I want you to fuck me raw, like… like you’re a bitch in heat. Like I’m one of them.”
For the first time, Chloe seemed genuinely intrigued, her smirk softening into something darker, more calculating. “Oh,” she murmured, her voice low as she tilted her head, studying him. “You want me to fuck you silly, huh? Like you’re some kind of bad boy, even though we both know you’re the farthest thing from it?”
Elliot nodded, his breath quickening. “Yes,” he said, his voice firmer now. “I want it all. I want you to make me feel like… like I’ve been missing out on everything my whole life. I want you to mock me while you do it, tease me about how pathetic I am for wanting it so bad. Like–“
“Like a good little cumslut,” Chloe interrupted, her lips curling into a wicked grin. She leaned in, her hand trailing up his chest as she pressed her thick body against him. “You want me to fuck you and make you feel so used you can’t even think straight, is that it?”
Elliot’s breath hitched, but he nodded, his cheeks burning with the admission.
Chloe chuckled, the sound low and throaty as she reached up to cradle his face in her hands. “God, Elliot,” she murmured, her tone dripping with mock pity. “You really are desperate, aren’t you? Dreaming about getting blown by a hot chick, wanting to feel like a bad boy for once in your sad little life.” Her nails grazed his jaw as she tilted his head back slightly, forcing him to meet her gaze. “What have you been missing all these years, huh? All those nights alone with your hand, wishing you were one of the guys I let wreck me. Is that it?”
Elliot shuddered, his knees weak under her touch. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “That’s exactly it.”
Chloe’s grin widened, her eyes glinting with something feral. “Hmm,” she mused, her fingers trailing down his chest, over his stomach, until they hovered just above the waistband of his pants. “You really want me to treat you like a bad boy, don’t you? Use you up, drain you dry, and then walk away like it was nothing.” She paused, her voice softening into a mockingly sweet tone. “Aww, poor Elliot. Always dreaming, always watching from the sidelines. Well…” She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “Maybe it’s time you got a taste of what you’ve been missing.”
Elliot’s head swam, his body trembling with anticipation. “Are you really up for it?” he asked, his voice tinged with doubt. “Can you really… do that for me?”
Chloe pulled back slightly, her expression shifting into something more serious, though her smirk never fully disappeared. “Oh, Elliot,” she said softly, her voice dripping with condescension. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.” Her hand slipped lower, brushing over the growing bulge in his pants. “If you want me to fuck you silly, to make you forget your own name, to make you beg for me… you’d better be ready to pay up. Because once I’m done with you, you’ll never want anyone else.”
Elliot swallowed hard, his resolve crumbling under her touch. “I’ll do it,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Whatever you want. Just–just make me feel it.”
Chloe’s grin turned predatory, and she leaned in close, her breath hot against his neck. “Oh, don’t worry, genius,” she whispered. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll feel everything.”
Elliot stood there, staring at Chloe as she leaned against the workbench, her arms crossed beneath her full chest, pushing her cleavage higher in her tight crop top. Her smile was coy, seductive, but behind her teasing exterior was an unmistakable glint of expectation. She had named her price–a thousand dollars for rent–and waited for his response with all the patience of a predator confident in its hunt.
Elliot reached into his wallet, his hands steady now despite the storm brewing in his chest. He pulled out a neat stack of crisp bills, counting them out deliberately in front of her. The way her eyes flickered with interest as she watched him handle the money wasn’t lost on him. “Here,” he said, holding the cash just out of reach. “One thousand, like you asked.”
Chloe’s lips curled, her hand darting out to take it, but he didn’t let go right away. She looked up at him, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features. “You’re not backing out, are you?” she teased, her voice dripping with mock concern.
Elliot tightened his grip on the money, meeting her gaze with uncharacteristic boldness. “Not backing out,” he said, his voice firmer than she’d ever heard. “But there’s more.”
Her eyes sparkled with interest, and she tilted her head. “More?”
“I’ll give you another thousand every week for expenses,” he said, releasing the money into her hand. “But only if you keep up your end of the deal.” His eyes flicked to her body, taking in the curve of her hips, the way her shorts hugged her peachy ass. “You’ll have to earn it, Chloe. Every cent.”
Chloe smirked, fanning herself with the cash like it was a prize. “Oh, don’t worry, Elliot,” she purred. “You’ll get more than your money’s worth.” She tucked the bills into her back pocket, her tone turning playful as she added, “But I’m not exactly cheap, you know. You sure you can afford me?”
Elliot chuckled, the sound dry and unexpected. “I can,” he said, a hint of confidence creeping into his voice. “But I don’t plan on giving you everything you want all at once. You’re going to work for it.”
Her eyebrows arched, the challenge in his words piquing her interest. “Work for it?” she repeated, stepping closer, her hips swaying with exaggerated flair. She stopped just short of him, her fingers trailing up his chest. “And what exactly do you want me to do, Elliot? Hmm?”
His breath hitched, but he forced himself to stay composed. “I want you to give me everything,” he said quietly, his eyes locked on hers. “The way you give it to them. No holding back. I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
Chloe’s smirk widened, her eyes narrowing slightly as she let her hands drift lower, playing at the hem of his shirt. “Oh, Elliot,” she murmured, her tone half mocking, half sultry. “You’re so damn cute when you try to act tough. But if that’s what you want…” She stepped back, her fingers toying with the button of her shorts. “You’d better keep those payments coming. Because I’m about to give you a taste of exactly what you’re paying for.”
Elliot watched, his heart pounding, as Chloe unfastened her shorts and let them slide down her thick thighs, leaving her in a pair of tiny, lacy panties that hugged her ass perfectly. She bent slightly to pick up the shorts, the movement deliberate and calculated, her ass jiggling just enough to leave him breathless.
When she straightened, she turned to face him, her smile playful but wicked. “You’ve been fantasizing about this for years, haven’t you?” she teased, running her hands over her waist, drawing attention to the smooth curve of her hips. “Bet you’ve thought about me every night… touching yourself, wishing you were one of those guys who got to have me.” She stepped closer again, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Well, genius, tonight’s your lucky night.”
Her hands pushed at his chest, guiding him back until he hit the workbench. She climbed onto it, her thighs parting slightly as she leaned forward, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer. “But here’s the thing,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. “I’m not going to go easy on you. You wanted me to fuck you like I fuck them? Fine. But you’d better be ready for it.”
Elliot’s mind spun as Chloe’s hands moved to his belt, her fingers deftly undoing it and sliding it free. Her touch was quick, practiced, but laced with an edge of mockery that made his skin burn. “Aww, poor Elliot,” she cooed, sliding his pants down just enough to free him, her nails grazing his thighs. “Always dreaming about getting blown slowly by a hot chick, huh? Always wanting to feel like a bad boy for once in your life.” She wrapped her hand around him, her grip firm and confident, and he let out a shaky gasp. “Well, here’s your chance. Let’s see if you can keep up.”
She started to stroke him, her pace slow and deliberate, her thumb teasing the tip with every pass. Her eyes stayed locked on his face, watching his every reaction with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. “God,” she murmured, her voice low and dripping with condescension. “Look at you already. You’re so easy, Elliot. I barely touched you, and you’re already about to lose it, aren’t you?”
He clenched his jaw, shaking his head. “No,” he managed to say, though his voice was strained. “Not yet.”
Chloe’s grin widened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispered, “Oh, you’re gonna last, huh? Guess I’ll just have to work harder, then.”
Chloe’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she slid off the workbench, standing between Elliot’s legs and trapping him in place with her thick, curvy frame. She toyed with the waistband of his boxers, her fingers brushing the sensitive skin just below his navel. His breath hitched, and she chuckled softly, leaning closer until her lips were just a whisper away from his ear.
“Aww, my poor Elliot,” she cooed, her voice syrupy sweet, dripping with mock sympathy. “You’ve been waiting so long for this, haven’t you? Always being the good boy, working hard, keeping your nose clean. Bet you never thought someone like me would give you the time of day, huh?” She punctuated her words with a soft kiss to his jawline, her plush lips lingering just long enough to leave him desperate for more.
Elliot’s hands hovered at her waist, unsure if he was allowed to touch her. She noticed his hesitation and grabbed his wrists, guiding his trembling fingers to her hips. “There,” she murmured, her tone soft and nurturing, her thumbs brushing over the backs of his hands. “Good boy. You can touch me… if you’re good.”
His heart thudded painfully in his chest as she kissed him, her lips warm and tender against his. She tilted his head back slightly, her fingers tangling in his curls, tugging just hard enough to make him gasp. “God, you’re so cute,” she whispered against his lips before pulling back, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Look at you–blushing, shaking, like you’ve never had someone take care of you before.”
“I haven’t,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Chloe’s smirk softened, and for a moment, her teasing gave way to something gentler. She cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs stroking his cheeks. “Then let me show you what you’ve been missing,” she said, her tone soothing, almost affectionate. She kissed him again, slower this time, her lips coaxing his into moving with hers.
But just as Elliot started to relax into her touch, she pulled back abruptly, a devilish grin spreading across her face. “Oh, but don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you, genius,” she said, her voice dipping back into mockery as she pushed his boxers down, exposing him fully. Her eyes flicked downward, and she let out a low whistle, biting her lip playfully. “Damn, Elliot. You’ve been hiding this all along? No wonder you’ve been so frustrated.”
He flushed deeply, his hands tightening on her hips as he tried to stammer out a response, but she silenced him with a finger to his lips. “Shh,” she said, her tone soothing but commanding. “Let me take care of you. Just be a good boy for me, okay?”
Before he could respond, Chloe slid her hands up his thighs, her nails lightly scraping his skin as she positioned herself on his lap. She straddled him, her thick thighs pressing against his, her curves practically enveloping him. She rocked her hips slowly, teasing him with her warmth as she pressed her chest against his, her hands threading through his hair again. She pulled his head back, exposing his neck, and planted a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along his skin.
“Poor baby,” she murmured between kisses, her voice soft and condescending. “You’ve been working so hard, making all that money, and for what? No one to come home to, no one to touch you, no one to take care of you. But now…” She bit his earlobe gently, her hips grinding against him with just enough pressure to make him groan. “Now you’ve got me.”
Elliot’s fingers dug into her hips, his restraint quickly unraveling as she continued to tease him. But just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, she stilled, her hands moving to cradle his face again. She kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding against his in a way that was both tender and possessive.
“Such a good boy,” she whispered, her thumbs brushing his cheeks. “Letting me take control. Letting me take care of you.” She kissed him again, softer this time, before pulling back and grinning mischievously. “But don’t think I’m done with you yet.”
She rose slightly, aligning herself with him, the wet heat of her teasing him mercilessly as she sank down just enough to make him gasp. Then she stopped, her hands gripping his shoulders as she smirked down at him. “Oh no, we’re not rushing this,” she said, her tone playful but firm. “You’re going to feel everything, Elliot. Every inch, every squeeze, every second of me fucking you.”
Elliot let out a strangled moan as she began to move, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. Her hands slid up to his hair again, tugging hard enough to make his head tilt back. “You like this, don’t you?” she murmured, her voice laced with mockery. “Being used by me. Being fucked like the little nerd you are. Bet you never thought you’d have a girl like me riding you like this, huh?”
He could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a response, his body completely at her mercy as she picked up the pace. She alternated between pampering him with sweet kisses and pulling his hair, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered filthy taunts.
“You’ve been dreaming about this for years, haven’t you?” she teased, her voice low and sultry. “Always watching me, always wanting me. And now you finally have me… and you’re going to be such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”
Elliot’s only answer was a desperate moan, his hands clutching her hips as she rode him harder, her pace relentless.
Chloe’s grin widened as she slid off his lap, her warm weight leaving him only to be replaced by the electric anticipation of what she was about to do. She knelt before him, her thick thighs spreading wide on the floor as she positioned herself between his legs. Her hands trailed down his chest, nails raking softly against his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She glanced up at him through her lashes, her expression a mix of sultry mischief and command.
“You’ve been good so far,” she murmured, her voice smooth as silk. “Now let me reward you, my sweet, patient boy.”
Her hands settled on his thighs, spreading them further apart as she leaned forward. She kissed his stomach just above his navel, her plush lips lingering, her breath hot against his skin. Slowly, she worked her way down, her kisses trailing lower and lower, until she was so close that Elliot’s cock twitched in anticipation.
She paused, her lips hovering over the tip, her breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. “Look at you,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “So hard, so ready. You’ve been wanting this for so long, haven’t you?” Her tongue flicked out, the lightest touch against his head, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Bet you’ve thought about me like this–on my knees for you, taking care of you.”
Elliot nodded frantically, his fingers gripping the edge of the workbench behind him. Chloe smirked at his desperation and finally wrapped her lips around the head, her mouth soft and warm as she took him in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. She hollowed her cheeks, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft as she sank lower, her hands sliding up his thighs to rest at his hips.
Her pace was slow at first, almost torturous, her lips gliding over him with deliberate care. She let her tongue swirl around the head before sliding back down, her eyes locked on his face, watching every twitch, every gasp, every moan he couldn’t hold back. “Mmm,” she hummed around him, the vibration sending a jolt through his body. She pulled back just enough to let his cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop, her lips glistening. “You taste so good,” she murmured, licking her lips as if savoring him.
Elliot’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands trembling as he fought the urge to grab her, to push her down further. But Chloe wasn’t done with him yet. She grinned up at him, her expression wicked, and leaned in again, this time taking him deeper, her lips sliding down his shaft until her nose brushed against his stomach. She stayed there for a moment, her throat relaxing around him as she swallowed, the sensation making him groan loudly.
Then she pulled back, her pace quickening, her movements becoming sloppy and passionate. Her hands joined in, stroking the base of his cock as her mouth worked the rest, saliva dripping from her lips as she took him again and again, her moans vibrating against him. She looked up at him, her gaze filled with playful mockery. “You’re so easy, Elliot,” she teased, her voice muffled as she worked him over. “Already falling apart, and I’ve barely even started.”
Her pace slowed abruptly, and she pulled back, her tongue darting out to lick a bead of precum from the tip. She kissed his head softly, almost reverently, before brushing her lips along the sensitive frenulum, her breath warm and teasing. “Right here, huh?” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding. “This is the spot, isn’t it?” Her tongue flicked out, tracing lazy circles over the frenulum before she sealed her lips around the head, sucking lightly.
Elliot’s hips bucked involuntarily, a strangled moan escaping his lips. Chloe laughed softly, pulling back just enough to trail kisses down the length of his shaft, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin like a feather. “Shh, baby,” she cooed, her tone mocking but tender. “Let me take my time with you. You’re not going anywhere.”
Her hands gripped his thighs, holding him in place as she returned to his frenulum, her tongue flicking against it in quick, teasing motions. She alternated between soft kisses, slow licks, and gentle suction, her movements deliberate, calculated to drive him wild. “You’re so sensitive,” she murmured, her lips brushing against the tip as she spoke. “Bet no one’s ever made you feel like this before, huh?”
“N-no,” Elliot stammered, his voice shaky, his head falling back as his body trembled under her touch. “No one.”
Chloe smirked, her confidence swelling as she kissed the head again, her tongue swirling around it before she slid her lips back down his shaft. Her hands worked in tandem with her mouth, stroking and squeezing, her pace shifting between slow, sensual licks and fast, sloppy suction. She pulled off again, her lips wet and swollen, and looked up at him with a grin.
“You’re doing so good,” she said softly, her voice almost sweet as she leaned up to kiss his stomach. “Being such a good boy for me. Let me spoil you a little more.”
Chloe stood up slowly, her lips still wet and glistening, her hands trailing up Elliot’s trembling thighs as she rose. Her smirk was sharp, wicked, as she positioned herself between his legs, towering over him with her curvy, commanding presence. She bent down, gripping his shirt in her fists, and pulled him into a hard, possessive kiss, her teeth grazing his lower lip. The contrast between her earlier tenderness and the raw hunger she exuded now sent a shiver down his spine.
“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” she murmured against his lips, her voice dripping with mockery and heat. “Dreaming about it… about me. All those nights, touching yourself, wishing you could be one of the bad boys who gets to fuck me like this.”
Elliot could only nod, his breath ragged, his body already overwhelmed by her teasing. Chloe’s hands slid to his chest, shoving him back against the workbench with enough force to make the tools rattle. “Good,” she growled, reaching down to hook her thumbs under the waistband of her lacy panties. She tugged them down slowly, teasing him as the fabric slid over her thick thighs and pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of them, letting them dangle from her finger before tossing them onto the bench beside him.
Elliot’s eyes were glued to her, every inch of her bare skin making his head spin. Chloe grinned at his stunned expression and climbed onto his lap, her knees bracketing his hips as she settled herself against him. She reached down, grabbing his cock and lining it up with her slick heat. “You wanted this, didn’t you?” she taunted, her tone condescending but laced with desire. “You wanted me to fuck you like I fuck them. Well, let’s see if you can handle it.”
She sank down onto him in one smooth, deliberate motion, her walls gripping him so tightly it ripped a strangled moan from his throat. She didn’t give him a moment to adjust, her hips immediately rocking against his, her nails digging into his shoulders as she leaned in close. “Fuck,” she hissed, her voice low and filthy, “you feel so good, Elliot. Bet you’ve never had anything like this before, huh?”
“N-never,” he gasped, his hands clutching her hips as she rode him with an intensity that left him breathless. Chloe’s pace was unrelenting, her movements precise and powerful, every roll of her hips driving him deeper into her.
“That’s right,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. “You’ve been missing out, baby. All those years, wasting your time on boring little fantasies when you could’ve had this.” She pulled back, her hands tangling in his hair as she tugged hard, forcing him to look up at her. “Look at me,” she commanded, her voice sharp. “Look at the girl who’s fucking you silly. The girl you’ve been dreaming about.”
Elliot’s eyes snapped to hers, his pupils blown wide with lust. Chloe smirked, her hips slamming against his with every word. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To feel like one of those bad boys? To be used by me, fucked raw, until you can’t even think straight?” She leaned in, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, “Say it, Elliot. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” he choked out, his voice breaking as she tightened around him. “I want you to fuck me–fuck me like them. Use me.”
Her grin turned feral, and she kissed him hard, her teeth nipping at his lower lip before she pulled back. “Good boy,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She straightened, her hands bracing on his shoulders as she picked up the pace, her ass bouncing against his thighs with every thrust. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the garage, mingling with Elliot’s desperate moans and Chloe’s low, sultry growls.
“You’re so fucking easy,” she taunted, her tone mocking but laced with heat. “Look at you, letting me take over, letting me ride you like this. Bet you’re already close, aren’t you? Bet you can’t even hold on for me.”
Elliot’s grip on her hips tightened, his nails digging into her skin as he tried to steady himself. Chloe laughed, her movements slowing just enough to tease him. “Aww, poor baby,” she purred, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles that made him shudder. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you feel every second of it.”
She leaned down again, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered filthy promises, her hips resuming their relentless pace. “I’m gonna ruin you, Elliot,” she murmured, her voice low and dark. “After this, you’ll never be able to think about anything but me. You’ll want me all the time, need me, crave me. And you’ll give me anything I ask for, won’t you?”
“Yes,” he gasped, his voice strained, his entire body trembling as she took him to the edge. “Anything. I’ll give you anything.”
Chloe’s pace became merciless, her hips slamming down onto him with raw, primal intensity, her thick ass bouncing against his thighs with every thrust. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the air, a lewd symphony that drowned out everything else. Her nails raked down his chest, leaving faint red lines, as her lips hovered close to his ear.
“That’s it, baby,” she purred, her voice sultry and commanding. “Let go for me. Show me how much you love being fucked like this–used, ruined, completely mine.” Her teeth nipped at his earlobe, her breath hot and ragged against his skin. “You’ve been such a good boy for me… now give me everything.”
Elliot’s body tensed, his hands gripping her hips so tightly it made her gasp. His head tilted back, his breath coming in desperate, broken gasps as he teetered on the edge. Chloe felt the telltale throbbing inside her, and her smirk deepened. She pulled his head forward, cradling his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her as she rode him with unrelenting force.
“Look at me when you cum,” she demanded, her voice a mix of dominance and affection. “I want to see you fall apart for me.”
The combination of her words, her gaze, and the overwhelming sensation of her tight, slick heat sent Elliot over the edge. His body shuddered violently, his hips bucking upward as he came hard, his release spilling deep inside her. His moan was loud, guttural, raw–a sound of pure surrender as his grip on her hips faltered, his strength sapped.
Chloe didn’t stop immediately. She rode him through his orgasm, her movements slowing just enough to milk every last wave of pleasure from his body. “That’s it,” she cooed, her voice softening as she leaned in to kiss his sweat-slicked forehead. “Such a good boy. You did so well for me.”
Elliot collapsed back against the workbench, utterly spent, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Chloe stayed atop him, her hands sliding up to cradle his face, her thumbs brushing over his cheeks in a gesture that was surprisingly tender. She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
“See?” she murmured against his mouth, her tone sweet but teasing. “Told you I’d take care of you.”