Eric sat at the small kitchen table in their shared apartment, eyes glued to his laptop screen. It was another late night, and he was trying to finish a paper due the next morning. His mind wandered, as it often did when he was stressed, and inevitably, it wandered to her.
Jenna.
His twenty-one-year-old roommate. Blonde, tan, athletic, and effortlessly sexy in a way that drove him crazy without her even trying. She wasn’t just hot—she was the kind of girl that turned heads everywhere she went, the kind of girl every guy on campus wanted. She was outgoing, confident, and experienced, while Eric… wasn’t.
Sure, he’d had sex a few times back in high school and early college, but it had been years. He was too focused on school, too awkward to play the game, and far too self-conscious to put himself out there. Living with Jenna was both a blessing and a curse—she was cool, fun, and friendly, but being around her constantly reminded him of everything he wasn’t.
And right on cue, she walked into the kitchen.
“Hey, you still up?” she asked, her voice light and cheerful. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh, and from the way the fabric clung to her curves, it was obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Eric tried to keep his eyes on his screen, but it was impossible not to notice the way the shirt rode up slightly when she reached into the fridge. “Yeah, I’m trying to finish this paper,” he muttered, forcing himself to focus.
Jenna grabbed a bottle of water, then leaned against the counter, watching him with a playful smile. “You’ve been working all night. You need to relax.” She took a sip of water, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “Ever think about doing something… fun?”
Eric’s heart skipped a beat at the way she said it, but he quickly reminded himself that this was just Jenna being Jenna. She was always teasing him, sometimes intentionally, sometimes without even realizing it. It was just her personality—flirty, carefree, always in control.
“I’ll relax after I finish this,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
Jenna smirked, pushing off the counter and walking over to him. She leaned over his shoulder, close enough that he could feel the heat of her body and catch the faint scent of her shampoo. “You’re such a nerd,” she teased, her tone affectionate. “Always so serious.”
Eric swallowed hard, forcing himself to ignore the way her hair brushed against his cheek, the way her bare legs were just inches from his arm. “Someone has to be.”
Jenna laughed softly, stepping back. “Alright, Mr. Serious. I’ll leave you to your work.” She turned and walked away, the hem of her shirt riding up just enough to give him a glimpse of smooth, tanned skin.
Eric exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair. This was his life—constant teasing, constant temptation, and no way to act on it without making things weird. Jenna was way out of his league, and besides, they were friends. Roommates. He couldn’t risk messing that up, no matter how badly he wanted her.
Scene 2: The Poolside
A few days later, it was Saturday afternoon, and Jenna had invited a couple of friends over for a pool day. Eric tried to keep his distance, busying himself with random tasks inside the apartment, but eventually, he found himself outside, sitting awkwardly on a lounge chair while Jenna and her friends swam and laughed in the pool.
Jenna climbed out of the water, water dripping down her body as she wrung out her hair. She was wearing a tiny bikini that left very little to the imagination, and Eric had to force himself not to stare.
“Why don’t you come in?” she asked, grabbing a towel and drying off.
“I’m good,” Eric said quickly, feeling like a fish out of water. He didn’t exactly have the confidence to strip down and jump in, not when Jenna and her equally attractive friends were around.
Jenna rolled her eyes, wrapping the towel around her waist as she walked over to him. “You’re such a buzzkill, you know that?”
“I’m not a buzzkill,” Eric muttered. “I just… don’t feel like swimming.”
Jenna raised an eyebrow, then leaned down, placing her hands on the armrests of his chair and bringing her face close to his. “You’re always so tense, Eric. You need to loosen up. Have some fun.”
Eric tried to ignore the way her wet hair clung to her skin, the way her bikini top barely covered her. “I have fun,” he said defensively.
“Really? Because all I see is a guy who’s always working or hiding in his room.” She smiled teasingly. “Come on, live a little. I won’t bite.”
Eric’s heart raced at how close she was, at how easy it would be to just lean forward and… No. He couldn’t. She was just messing with him, like always.
“I’m fine,” he said quickly, sitting back and trying to put some distance between them.
Jenna straightened, a faint smirk on her lips. “Alright, suit yourself. But one day, you’re going to realize how much fun you’re missing out on.” She turned and walked back toward the pool, her hips swaying slightly as she went.
Eric let out a long breath, trying to calm himself down. Being around Jenna was like constantly walking a tightrope—one wrong move, and everything could come crashing down. But damn, it was getting harder and harder to keep his balance.
Scene 3: Late-Night Talk
That night, after her friends had left, Jenna knocked on his door. Eric opened it, surprised to see her standing there in a loose tank top and shorts, her hair still damp from the pool.
“Hey,” she said softly. “Can we talk?”
Eric frowned, stepping aside to let her in. “Sure. What’s up?”
Jenna sat on the edge of his bed, looking uncharacteristically serious. “I’ve been thinking… You’re a really good guy, Eric. You’re smart, kind, responsible. But you’re way too hard on yourself.”
Eric blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”
“I mean… you act like you’re not allowed to have fun, like you don’t deserve to let go once in a while.” She looked up at him, her eyes soft. “You’ve been single for a long time, right?”
Eric felt his face flush. “Uh, yeah. A couple of years.”
Jenna smiled faintly. “So, when’s the last time you, you know… had some fun?”
Eric shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t know. A while ago, I guess.”
Jenna stood, walking over to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch warm and comforting. “You deserve to have some fun, Eric. And if you ever… want someone to help you loosen up, well…” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m right here.”
Eric’s heart pounded as her words sank in. Was she serious? Was this really happening? He searched her eyes, looking for any sign that she was joking, but all he saw was sincerity—and a hint of something more.
“I—” He hesitated, his mind racing.
“Think about it,” Jenna said softly, stepping back. “No pressure. But life’s too short to always play it safe.”
With that, she turned and walked out, leaving Eric standing in his room, his mind spinning and his heart racing. For the first time, he realized that maybe, just maybe, Jenna wasn’t out of reach after all.
Scene 4: The Confession
It was late—well past midnight. The apartment was quiet, except for the occasional creak of the floorboards and the soft hum of the refrigerator. Eric sat on the couch, a half-empty beer bottle in hand, staring blankly at the TV. He wasn’t watching it—his mind was too tangled up in thoughts of her.
Just then, he heard her door open. Moments later, Jenna appeared, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor. She was wearing a loose crop top and a pair of tight shorts, her hair messy from sleep, and somehow, she still looked effortlessly stunning.
“Hey,” she said, her voice low and slightly groggy. “Can’t sleep?”
Eric gave her a faint smile. “Something like that.”
She walked over and plopped down on the couch beside him, tucking her legs beneath her. “You okay? You’ve been kind of quiet lately.”
Eric hesitated. He knew he shouldn’t say it, knew it would probably change everything between them, but he couldn’t keep it inside any longer. The past few months had been a whirlwind of emotions—living with her, being constantly teased by her beauty, wanting her more than he’d ever wanted anyone, and knowing deep down that someone like Jenna was out of his league.
But tonight, something in him snapped. Maybe it was the beer, or maybe it was just the weight of everything he’d been holding in, but before he could stop himself, he spoke.
“Jenna, I need to tell you something.”
She tilted her head, watching him curiously. “Okay…?”
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to meet her gaze. “I’m attracted to you. I’ve been attracted to you since the day we moved in together. You’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen, and being around you drives me insane.” He paused, running a hand through his hair. “But I know you’d never want me like that. I know I’m not the kind of guy you go for.”
Jenna’s expression shifted slightly—surprise, curiosity, and something else he couldn’t quite place. “Eric…”
“No, let me finish,” he said quickly, cutting her off. “I just… I need to get this out. You’re amazing, Jenna. You’re fun, smart, confident… and yeah, incredibly sexy. But you’re also one of the best friends I’ve ever had, and I don’t want to screw that up. I know if we ever did… anything, it would probably just be a pity thing for you. And that’s fine. I get it.”
Jenna blinked, clearly caught off guard by his words. “A pity thing?”
“Yeah,” Eric said, his voice quiet but steady. “You could have any guy you want, Jenna. Guys who are way better looking, way more confident. I’m just… me. A nerd who hasn’t been with anyone in years. But I want you to know that even if nothing ever happens between us, I’m grateful for you. You’re an incredible person, and I’m lucky to know you.” He gave her a small, wry smile. “Even if living with you drives me crazy.”
For a long moment, there was silence. Eric braced himself for rejection, for awkwardness, for her to laugh it off or tell him she didn’t feel the same way. But instead, Jenna reached out and took his hand, her touch warm and gentle.
“Eric,” she said softly, her voice serious now, “you’re wrong about one thing.”
He frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”
She shifted closer, her eyes locking onto his. “You think I’d only be with you out of pity, but that’s not true. Yeah, you’re not like the guys I usually date—you’re better. You’re kind, genuine, and you actually care about me. You don’t just see me as some hot girl to hook up with. That means more to me than you realize.”
Eric stared at her, his heart pounding. “Jenna, I—”
She leaned in, pressing a finger to his lips. “Shh. I’m not done.” She smiled faintly, her eyes softening. “I’ve thought about you too, you know. About what it would be like… if we crossed that line. But I didn’t want to push you, because I knew you were holding back. And I didn’t want to ruin what we have.”
Eric’s breath hitched as her words sank in. “So… you’ve thought about it?”
Jenna laughed softly, her hand still resting on his. “Of course I have, Eric. I’m not blind. You’re a great guy, and yeah… you’re hot in your own way.” She smirked, her tone teasing but affectionate. “The kind of guy who doesn’t even realize how attractive he is.”
Eric felt a rush of heat, his mind spinning. He had spent so long thinking she was out of reach, so long convincing himself that someone like her would never want someone like him. And now, here she was, telling him he was wrong.
“But,” Jenna added, her smile turning playful, “if you want me, you’re going to have to prove it.”
Eric blinked, surprised. “Prove it?”
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Show me that you can handle me.”
Eric swallowed hard, his heart racing. “I… I’ll try.”
Jenna pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Good. Because if we’re going to do this, I want it to be real. No pity, no holding back. Just you and me… and a whole lot of fun.”
Eric exhaled slowly, a mix of relief, excitement, and nervous anticipation flooding through him. He had spent months longing for this moment, and now that it was finally happening, he felt like he was standing on the edge of something life-changing.
“Okay,” he said quietly, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach. “Let’s do this.”
Jenna smiled, leaning in and brushing her lips against his in a soft, teasing kiss. “Good. But remember… I’m not going to make it easy for you.”
And with that, the tension that had been building between them for months finally snapped, and Eric knew that his life was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
Scene 5: The Offer He Can’t Refuse
“Eric,” she said softly, her voice serious now, her eyes searching his. “You don’t get it, do you?”
He frowned, confused. “Get what?”
Jenna sighed, leaning back slightly but keeping her hand on his. “You think this is all in your head—that I couldn’t possibly want you, and if I ever did anything with you, it’d just be out of pity. But maybe… maybe that’s not entirely wrong.”
Eric’s stomach twisted at her words, and he tried to pull his hand away, but Jenna tightened her grip, her expression softening. “Wait. Let me finish.”
He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest as he braced himself for whatever she was about to say.
“I do like you, Eric. You’re a good guy—better than most guys I know. And yeah, you’re not the type I usually go for, but maybe that’s why I like being around you. You’re… real. You don’t try to impress me, you don’t treat me like some prize to be won, and you actually listen to me.” She smiled faintly. “But here’s the thing—you don’t see yourself the way I see you. You’ve spent so long thinking you’re not enough that you’ve convinced yourself you don’t deserve someone like me.”
Eric exhaled shakily, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Maybe I don’t.”
“Bullshit,” Jenna said firmly, surprising him with the sudden shift in her tone. “You do. And yeah, maybe part of me wants to do this because I think you deserve to have a little fun, to feel what it’s like to have someone drive you wild. Maybe I want to see that look on your face when you can’t take it anymore.” Her eyes gleamed with something between amusement and desire. “But that doesn’t mean it’s just pity.”
Eric swallowed hard, his mind spinning. “So… what are you saying?”
Jenna leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I’m saying I want to give you what you want, Eric. No strings, no expectations. Just one night—me and you. I want to see how you react when I push you, tease you… make you lose control.”
Eric felt a rush of heat flood through his body, his heart pounding so hard he was sure she could hear it. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing—couldn’t believe that Jenna, his impossibly hot, untouchable roommate, was offering him something he had only ever fantasized about.
“But,” Jenna continued, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, “I need to know that you’re okay with this. No awkwardness afterward, no weird feelings. Just… fun.” She smiled teasingly, her fingers tracing small circles on the back of his hand. “Can you handle that, Eric?”
He stared at her, every nerve in his body screaming at him to say yes. But a small part of him hesitated—afraid that this would only leave him wanting more, that one night wouldn’t be enough. Still, the way she looked at him, the way her touch sent shivers down his spine, made it impossible to say no.
“I can handle it,” he said quietly, his voice rough with desire.
Jenna’s smile widened, and for a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of something deeper in her eyes—something almost affectionate. “Good.” She stood, pulling him up with her. “Then let’s make this a night to remember.”
Scene 6: His First Taste of Her
They stood in the dimly lit living room, the tension between them thick and heavy. Jenna reached for the hem of her crop top, pulling it off slowly, deliberately, revealing smooth, tanned skin and a lacy black bra that made Eric’s breath hitch.
“Like what you see?” she teased, her voice low and playful.
Eric could only nod, his eyes locked on her as he tried to process the fact that this was actually happening.
“Come here,” Jenna whispered, beckoning him closer.
He stepped toward her, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to touch her. She caught his wrists gently, guiding his hands to her waist. “Relax, Eric. This is supposed to be fun.”
He exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down as his fingers traced the curve of her hips. Her skin was warm and soft, and the sensation sent a jolt of arousal through him.
Jenna leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, teasing kiss. “You can touch me, you know,” she murmured against his mouth. “I want you to.”
Eric hesitated for only a moment before sliding his hands up her sides, marveling at the way her body responded to his touch. He kissed her back, slowly at first, but as the tension built, the kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more intense.
Jenna pulled back slightly, smiling at the dazed look on his face. “See? You’re already doing better than you think.”
Eric couldn’t help but laugh nervously. “I still can’t believe this is happening.”
“Believe it,” Jenna said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “And stop overthinking. Just let go.”
For the first time in a long time, Eric did exactly that. He let go of his doubts, his insecurities, and allowed himself to get lost in the moment—in her.
And as Jenna guided him toward her bedroom, he realized that no matter what happened after tonight, this was a night he would never forget.
Jenna’s smile widened, and for a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of something deeper in her eyes—something almost affectionate. “Good.” She stood, pulling him up with her. “Then let’s make this a night to remember.”
Eric swallowed hard, feeling the weight of what was about to happen sink in. He hesitated for a second, then blurted out, “I… I don’t mind if it’s just a pity thing. You know, you doing something to make me feel good.” He gave her a nervous, self-deprecating smile. “Honestly… that would turn me on. Like, knowing you’re just giving me this as a gift.”
Jenna blinked, caught off guard by his words. For a moment, she didn’t say anything, just looked at him with a mix of surprise and amusement. Then, she let out a soft laugh—warm, not mocking, the kind that sent a shiver down his spine.
“You’re something else, Eric,” she murmured, stepping closer until their bodies were almost touching. “You really think this is just a pity thing?”
He opened his mouth to respond, but she pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Here’s the truth,” she said softly, her eyes locking onto his. “Yeah, maybe part of me wants to do this because I think you deserve it—because you’ve been a good friend, and I want to see what happens when you stop holding back. But don’t think for a second that I don’t want this too.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, her lips brushing against his ear. “Seeing you squirm, watching you lose control—that turns me on, Eric. So maybe it’s not just a gift. Maybe it’s something we both want.”
Eric’s heart pounded in his chest as her words sank in. He couldn’t believe this was real—that she was standing here, saying these things to him, offering him something he had only ever dreamed about.
“Still think it’s just pity?” she teased, pulling back slightly to meet his eyes.
Eric exhaled slowly, his hands instinctively finding her waist. “I don’t care what it is,” he admitted quietly, his voice rough with desire. “If it’s pity, if it’s just you messing with me… whatever. I just want you.”
Jenna’s smile turned wicked, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Good answer.” She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, teasing kiss. “But don’t think I’m going to make this easy for you.”
Eric’s breath hitched as she pulled back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I like watching you squirm,” she added, her tone light but with an unmistakable edge of desire. “So let’s see how much you can take.”
Before he could respond, she grabbed the hem of her crop top and pulled it off in one smooth motion, revealing smooth, tanned skin and a lacy black bra that made his mouth go dry. She tossed the top aside, standing there with a confidence that left him breathless.
“Like what you see?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, her lips curving into a playful smile.
Eric could only nod, his eyes locked on her as he tried to process the fact that this was actually happening.
“Good,” Jenna said softly, stepping closer and placing her hands on his chest. “Now, let’s see if you can keep up.”
Scene 7: The Build-Up
Jenna’s smile deepened as she stood in front of Eric, bare from the waist up except for her lacy black bra that hugged her curves perfectly. The dim lighting of the living room cast a soft glow over her skin, making her look even more unreal. Eric felt frozen—his hands rested awkwardly by his sides, his breath coming in shallow gasps, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.
“You look like you’re about to combust,” Jenna teased, stepping closer until her body was just inches from his. Her fingers trailed up his chest slowly, her nails scraping lightly over the fabric of his shirt. “What’s the matter, Eric? Never been this close to someone like me before?”
Eric swallowed hard, his hands twitching as though they were desperate to grab her, to pull her close. “No… not like this,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
Jenna smirked, clearly enjoying his reaction. “I figured.” She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down his spine. “You want me, don’t you? You’ve wanted me for months.”
Eric exhaled shakily. “Yes…”
“Hmm,” Jenna hummed, pulling back slightly, her eyes gleaming with playful mischief. “But you’re not going to get me tonight.”
Eric blinked, stunned. “Wait… what?”
Jenna grinned, stepping back just enough to keep him on edge. “Oh, I’m going to drive you crazy first. Build you up until you can’t take it anymore. Until you’re begging me to fuck you.” Her voice was low, sultry, laced with wicked intent. “Because if I’m going to do this, I want it to be unforgettable—for both of us.”
Eric’s mouth opened, but no words came out. He didn’t know whether to feel frustrated or incredibly turned on. The idea of being teased mercilessly by her, knowing that she was in complete control, made his pulse race and his jeans uncomfortably tight.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” Jenna asked, noticing the way his breathing quickened. “You like the thought of me keeping you on edge, teasing you until you’re so desperate that you’ll do anything I say.” She reached out and ran a finger down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his jeans. “And when you can’t take it anymore, when you beg me to fuck you like it’s your last day on earth… then I’ll give you what you want.”
Eric let out a shaky breath, his mind spinning. “You’re… you’re serious?”
“Oh, I’m very serious,” Jenna said with a wicked smile. She leaned in again, her lips brushing against his in the softest, most fleeting kiss imaginable—just enough to make him crave more. “I want to see how long you can last before you break.”
The Tease Begins
Day 1: The Morning Surprise
The next morning, Eric woke up earlier than usual, his mind still reeling from the previous night. He had half-convinced himself that it had all been a dream—that there was no way Jenna, his impossibly hot roommate, had actually promised to tease him for days until he begged her to fuck him senseless.
But then he stepped out of his room and saw her.
Jenna stood in the kitchen, making coffee, wearing nothing but a thin, oversized t-shirt that barely covered her thighs. Her legs were bare, smooth and tanned, and the way the shirt clung to her curves made it impossible for Eric to look away.
“Morning,” she said casually, glancing over her shoulder with a knowing smile. “Sleep well?”
Eric cleared his throat, forcing himself to look away. “Yeah, uh… fine.”
Jenna chuckled softly, turning back to the coffee machine. “Good. You’ll need your energy.”
Eric frowned, confused. “For what?”
“For surviving the next few days without losing your mind,” she said, pouring herself a cup of coffee. She leaned against the counter, her shirt riding up slightly as she took a slow sip. “You already look a little tense, Eric. What’s the matter? Am I distracting you?”
Eric tried to focus on anything other than the way her legs looked or the curve of her hips beneath the thin fabric. “You know you are,” he muttered.
“Good,” Jenna said with a grin. “That’s the point.” She walked past him, brushing against him just enough to make his pulse quicken. “This is only the beginning, Eric. You’re going to have to be patient.”
Day 2: The Poolside Temptation
The next afternoon, Eric came home from class to find Jenna lounging by the pool in their complex. She was wearing a red bikini that barely covered anything, her skin glistening in the sunlight as she stretched out on a lounge chair.
Eric tried to keep his eyes on the ground, but it was impossible. Jenna noticed him immediately and waved him over, her smile playful.
“Hey, Eric! Come join me.”
He hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly walked over. Jenna sat up, her bikini top straining against her chest as she adjusted her position.
“You’ve been avoiding me today,” she said, her tone teasing. “Why’s that?”
“I haven’t been avoiding you,” Eric muttered, feeling a flush creep up his neck.
Jenna smirked, leaning forward slightly. “Sure you haven’t.” She reached out and trailed a finger down his arm, her touch light and teasing. “You know, you could just beg me now and save yourself the torture.”
Eric swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her finger sent shivers through him. “Not… yet.”
Jenna laughed softly, leaning back again. “Suit yourself. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Day 3: The Close Call
By the third day, Eric was starting to lose it. Jenna had been teasing him relentlessly—wearing tiny outfits around the apartment, brushing against him whenever she walked past, giving him fleeting kisses that left him wanting more.
That night, she cornered him in the living room, pressing him against the wall with a wicked smile. “How are you holding up, Eric?” she asked, her lips dangerously close to his.
“Jenna…” Eric’s voice was strained, his body tense. “I can’t take much more of this.”
“Good,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his neck. “Because I want to see you break. I want to hear you beg.”
Eric let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping her hips. “Please, Jenna… just—”
“Not yet,” she said, pulling back with a teasing grin. “You’re close, but not close enough. Just a little longer.”
The Breaking Point Begins
It was late evening, and Eric was pacing around the apartment like a man on the verge of losing his mind. Jenna had been merciless over the past two days—teasing him with her body, brushing against him whenever she could, giving him just enough attention to keep him constantly hard, constantly desperate, but never enough to give him any relief.
He hadn’t even touched himself. Somehow, it felt wrong, like cheating on whatever game Jenna was playing with him. Instead, he suffered in silence, aching with every passing minute.
That’s when she appeared, stepping out of her room in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts and a tank top that clung to her like a second skin. Her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders, and she looked effortlessly perfect, as always.
“Hey, Eric,” she said casually, as if she didn’t know exactly what she was doing to him. “You okay? You look… tense.”
Eric stopped pacing, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Jenna… please. I can’t take this anymore.”
She tilted her head, smiling sweetly as she sauntered over to him. “Take what, exactly?”
“You know what,” he said through gritted teeth, his eyes flicking down to her chest and then back up to her face. “You’ve been teasing me non-stop. I… I’m going to get blue balls at this rate. It’s starting to hurt.”
Jenna’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she stepped closer, until they were practically chest-to-chest. “Aww… poor baby boy,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “So sweet… such a good boy for me, enduring all this pain.” She reached out, running her fingers lightly down his arm, sending a shiver through him. “Is it really that bad?”
Eric exhaled sharply, his whole body tensing as her touch ignited every nerve in his body. “Yes. It’s… it’s torture.”
Jenna’s smile widened as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Good. That’s exactly what I wanted.”
Before he could respond, she pressed herself against him, her hips grinding lightly against the unmistakable bulge in his jeans. Eric let out a low, guttural moan, the sound echoing through the apartment. He couldn’t help it—the sensation of her body against his, even for just a second, was more than he could handle.
“Fuck, Jenna…” he groaned, his hands instinctively moving to her hips.
“Oh, poor Eric,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “Does it feel good when I do that?” She rolled her hips against him again, slowly, deliberately, drawing another loud moan from him.
“God, yes,” he gasped, his fingers digging into her sides as he tried to pull her closer. “Please… don’t stop.”
But just as quickly as it had started, Jenna pulled back, leaving him standing there, painfully hard and desperate.
Eric’s eyes widened in frustration. “Wait—what are you doing?”
Jenna grinned, stepping back out of his reach. “Leaving you hanging, of course. Can’t have you breaking too soon, can we? I want to see how much more you can take before you really lose it.”
Eric groaned loudly, running a hand through his hair. “You’re… you’re evil.”
“I know,” she said with a playful wink. “But you love it.” She turned and walked away, her hips swaying as she disappeared into her room, leaving Eric standing in the middle of the living room, hard and aching, with no relief in sight.
Day 4: The Edge Gets Sharper
By the fourth day, Eric was a wreck. He could barely focus on anything—his mind constantly drifted to Jenna, to the way she teased him, to the way she left him hanging every time he thought he might finally get what he wanted.
That evening, she caught him in the kitchen, standing at the counter, trying to distract himself with a glass of water. She slipped in behind him, her hands resting lightly on his waist as she leaned in close.
“Hey,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his neck. “How’s my good boy holding up?”
Eric shuddered at her touch, his grip tightening on the glass. “Jenna, please…”
“Please what?” she asked innocently, her hands sliding up his chest, her fingers teasing the fabric of his shirt. “Please stop? Or please keep going?”
“Please… anything,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “I’ll do anything you want. Just… don’t stop.”
Jenna smiled against his neck, pressing a soft kiss just below his ear. “Anything, huh?”
“Yes. Anything,” Eric said, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I’ll give you whatever you want, I swear. Just… just touch me. Please.”
Jenna pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Mmm, you’re getting close, aren’t you? You’re almost ready to beg me properly.”
Eric turned around, desperation clear in his eyes. “I’m already begging, Jenna. Please. I need you. I can’t… I can’t take this anymore.”
Jenna bit her lip, as though considering his plea. Then she leaned in, pressing herself against him once again, her body warm and soft against his. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “You want me to ride you until you can’t think straight.”
“Yes,” Eric moaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “God, yes. Please.”
Jenna smiled wickedly, grinding against him just enough to make him groan loudly. “Not yet,” she said sweetly, pulling back once again. “But soon. Very soon.”
Eric let out a frustrated growl, his entire body tense with unfulfilled desire. “Jenna… you’re killing me.”
“I know,” she said with a laugh, turning and walking away once more. “But you’re going to thank me when it’s finally over. Trust me.”
Eric could only watch her go, knowing that he was completely at her mercy—and craving her more than he ever thought possible.
To be continued on Day 5: The braking point.