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15 - No Touching* | Forever Winter | a.b x oc

warnings: smut, grinding/dry humping?, excruciating TEASING, insatiable!austin, oral (f receiving), multiple o’s, sweatpants, angst, alcohol, mention of drugs, infidelity?, 18+ mature - minors dni

15/? - austin's best friend tumbles into his lap when she decides she wants to win the game - but only with one rule, no touching.

see masterlist/summary for background info + chapter log

(i hope you horny bitches love this one - 3k+ words)

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗- 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

-AUSTIN-

As always, the moment dissipated, as if we hit fast forward through the awkwardness. As if I didn’t just have my hand on her pussy.

It was the closest call we’ve had and as much as it turned me on, it also struck a fierce terror in me. And we were just ignoring it. At some point we had to address it – right? We couldn't just keep ‘forgetting’. At least, I didn’t know if I could. But that was just it isn’t it? If we crossed that invisible line, it’s over. That’s what scared me - the aftermath. I couldn’t risk losing her, not over this. Not over wanting to fuck her.

I can’t ruin this. It can’t be me. It won’t be me.

We couldn’t have our cake and eat it too – could we? Friends with benefits are a thing, aren’t they? But could that be us? Can friends be beneficial after 6 years?

Regardless, the Xanax began to overpower the alcohol. I was slowing down, and I was slowing down fast. Every muscle in my body turned to wet clay and we had been dancing for what felt like a lifetime. I wouldn't even consider my frigid movements 'dancing' anymore.

“I think I need a break Els,” I breathed out, exasperated, resting my hand on my knee.

She rolled her eyes, “Booooo!”

I stumbled about 3 feet to my couch, tumbling and immediately melting into it. In that moment, that fucking couch felt like the softest cloud to ever exist.

She spun and staggered backwards, balancing herself back on her feet. The gray shirt riding up her thigh enough to show a tattoo I didn’t know she had. I couldn’t quite make out what it was, maybe a flower?

“I really think you should stop spinning, you’re gonna fall - or get sick.” I chuckled lazily, watching her drunkenly pirouetting. Bringing my arms to rest behind my head then laid back. My eyelids were as heavy as lead, threatening to shut.

She kept going.

“I’ll do what I want!” she protested, continuing to twirl, seemingly closer and closer to me. Between my slowed vision and my half closed eyes, I didn’t realize her velocity. She clashed and landed on top of me, legs across mine, giggling, “oops sorry.”

Propping back up in front of me, she reached for a pillow sitting atop the couch back. In a swift stumble, she fell onto me. This time, a knee at each side of my hips.

Fuck I can’t do this.

Her glazed eyes looked down into mine. I could see the gears turning in her head contemplating her next move. Looking at me like I did her just an hour ago, planning where she'd plant her next pawn. We were at a standstill, watching each other’s eyes. It was a game of who would move first. I already made my move earlier and she stopped me. This was her move now, the ball was in her court.

I can’t ruin us, it won’t be me.

Before I could stop and say that I was going to get up, Elsie reached behind me to catch the pillow that was about to fall. Her ass lifted up as she stretched for it, her chest now in my face. Thank god she was in a t-shirt and not anything with a lower neckline - I think that would've really done me in.

Is she fucking doing this on purpose? I can’t have her on my lap like this.

Not after earlier. She was gonna drive me insane.

She recoiled and sat back on my lap.

And of course, I was in fucking sweatpants.

Fuck

She observed me diligently, wide green eyes still innocent. I didn’t know if they truly were or not. Maybe she really did just accidentally fall in my lap.

Her hands then landed on the couch, one at each side of my head and did something I didn’t expect. She bent down slightly, causing her hips to rock back.

Fuck

I could already feel myself getting hard, begging to be inside her. My restrained hands burned from the need to land on any and every part of her.

She leaned into my face, hovering over my lips.

The fuck is she doing?

I looked up at her, as if asking her that very question.

She just kept her mouth about a centimeter away from mine, her breath accelerated. Her hand tangled into a side of my hair. But her face not moving, not attempting to move forward.

Was this payback for earlier? Was she asking for a rematch?

After a bit of this stalemate, my intoxicated brain decided, what the fuck. If this was really happening, then what the fuck do I have left to lose. It was already too far.

Fuck it. Close call clause.

I stretched up to meet her lips but she ebbed away. She brought a thumb to my lips, hooking onto the bottom one.

“No.” she said quickly and simply, like an order.

Now I was really fucking confused.

Her hips swiveled up then back again. I was fully hardened beneath her, there’s no way she couldn’t feel me. Yet, she continued.

It hadn’t registered til just then that she was only in that shirt and it was just her in panties pressed against my strained bulge.

She repeated the action, each move was slow and deliberate.

“El what are you doing?” Asking lowly, but my eyes not leaving her. She was too mesmerizing of a sight to give up. I was searching for any indicator that this was somehow some mistake or accident.

She tucked her head into the curve of my shoulder, again not touching me. Just like I did to her.

If she wasn’t budging on even putting her lips on my neck, I knew she wasn’t going to put them anywhere else. Especially not on my lips.

“I’m sitting on your lap silly” Now I knew her innocent act was just that, an act.

“You’re doin’ a little more than just sitting.” My voice couldn't get past a raspy, restrained whisper. I was nervous of what would come out if I lost control of it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Aus.” Her tone was so taunting like she was trying to provoke a hungry caged lion. It was sending me into a frenzy as if I was starved zoo animal. She knew it too. I needed to stop her before the aching buzz in my hips took charge.

She rolled up into me again, her heat now prevalent against my length. Suddenly I could feel her lips parting around my shaft through the fabrics between us. She was so wet, enough to seep her desires through our clothes.

I attempted to shove down a groan, “Els, we can’t do this—“

I was saying one thing but my body was demanding the opposite. Every nerve ending in my body was sparking, if I wasn’t high right now, she’d already be pinned to this couch. Another reason to be grateful for my little bars.

“What, you don’t like it?” I could hear the pout in her voice, tempting me further. She moved her hips against me harder this time, as if making a point that she could feel me. “I can tell you that do Austie” She whispered in my ear, only causing me to twitch under her. “I can feel how hard you are.”

I never thought anyone could be driven to insanity by repressed seduction but my god was she going to kill me. If I couldn’t have her tonight, I would need a lobotomy to keep me from absolutely losing my fucking mind.

“We just can’t—" I still protested - don’t fucking know why.

It can’t be me, it won’t be me.

She was dishing back what I did to her. She took the power I had over her and flipped it on me. Only hers was better, I couldn’t stop her the way she did me. She might win the game after all. “I just really don’t think it’s a good idea to be doing this—“

She swiveled her hips, speeding up just slightly.

Fuck

I let out a short coarse groan, each clasp of sanity was slipping from my grasp. My hands itched to be on her, my dick begged to be in her. “Fuck, what are you doing.”

“I think you know what I’m doing.” Her quiet words dripping with liquor. “I know you want to fuck me.”

I wanted to react – groan, touch, confirm, deny – but I couldn’t.

It can’t be me. It won’t be me.

She must’ve noticed my hesitation, probably knowing exactly why. So she offered a solution.

“If we don’t touch it won’t count, it never happened” Like she was making a silent deal with me. A silent horny deal.

I knew this was gonna fuck things up, but I couldn’t stop myself, I wanted her. I needed her. There was no turning back now.

She massaged herself against my now throbbing member and let out a delicate moan into my neck, only adding to the problem. My hands finally found relief when they slid up her bare thighs, squeezing harder the further up they got. I locked eyes with her, translating my agreeance to her bargain before grasping her hips. Gripping onto them, taking control of her movements. I bore her down onto my cock causing a sharp gasp from her lips.

This was so fucking weird. We shouldn’t be doing this. I never thought we’d end up here. Dancing, touching, sleeping next to each other – those were one thing. They could be dismissed, but this – there was no coming back from this. But I couldn’t stop.

She grinded back down against me, rocking back and forth. Falling onto my shoulder, she let out small sporadic, weak whimpers.

Hiding her face further in my neck, in a needy breath, “You’re big.” Her tone suggested that she didn’t think I would be. “I think the biggest I’ve ever felt.”

A deep guttural groan escaped me from her agonizing words, my hands now firmly directing her grinding. My fingers curled into her hipbones. “I need to feel you baby.” The word surprising me. I’d never called her that before, I never pictured myself calling her that. It felt good, natural, as if that’s what I should’ve been calling her this whole time.

“We can’t. No touching.” She reminded.

“It feels a lot like we’re touching right now.” I countered.

“It’s different, there’s clothes between us.”

Right, because that makes a difference.

She sped up, desperately needing friction. I swiftly wrapped my arms around her waist drawing her even closer to duck into her neck. It was my turn.

“You like feeling what you do to me?” Quietly just under her ear, holding her firm against me denying any form of escape.

She nodded eagerly.

“You thinking about what I’d feel like inside of you?” I loved asking questions during sex, I found it quite effective at making girls fall apart. Forcing them admit their filthiest thoughts out loud always seemed to release any sort of hidden inhibitions. It was also helped to chip away at any pitiful dominance they thought they obtained.

“Mhm.” Sounding so needy, it made me want to destroy her completely. I was writhing beneath her like my cock had only ever ached for her.

“I can feel how wet you are, who made you that wet baby? ” My voice resembled a growl. She squeaked, going silent, even her body halted. “Answer the question.” My fingers digging into her hips, demanding an answer.

“You.” She muttered out weakly. Pathetically.

I steered her hips to move again. “I can’t hear you.”

She whimpered, a bit louder, “You did.”

“Hm, not good enough.” My arms moving her hips effortlessly, guiding her heat into me. “Who? Who made you so fucking wet that you've soaked through our clothes?”

She bucked forward, hiding in my neck. “You did.” Her whine much louder now, “You make me so fucking wet, Aus.”

Something about her saying my name in that tone was making me feral. She slipped up - make not made. This wasn't the first time.

She sped even more though I didn’t know if it was for her own pleasure or asking me for praise.

“That’s it, good girl.” My hands roamed free, grazing and gripping at every curve of her voluptuous body, I couldn’t fucking get enough. Thought of her actually around me, riding me was numbing my brain. I wanted to fuck her senseless. I wanted to make her cry.

Her moans quicker, weaker. Her hips moving even faster. She was driving me closer and closer to my own demise which was not something that could normally happen from just grinding. But there was so much pent up tension and she was so fucking tantalizing, forbidden, captivating. She had me in some sort of fucked up carnal trance.

“Darlin’ if you keep going like that, you’re gonna cum right in your panties.” I reminded, she only squirmed more. “Is that what you want? Or would you rather cum in my mouth?”

“Aus, I’m so close.” She begged, ignoring my question and clutching my shirt. Her movements becoming more and more erratic.

“Me too baby.” My hands slipped under her shirt feeling her body, rising up her back pulling her closer. “I want you to cum on me darlin', I want your cum on my cock.”

I gazed up at her taking in how luminous she was in that moment – desperate, needy, on the brink of her orgasm. Everything I ever wanted was right there. Every moan, every face, every word I ever imagined, playing out right in front of me. Every edge of her body, every curve of her skin, every part of herself that she hated was so fucking beautiful. Like I somehow had a literal angel in my lap. If I was a religious man I'd be thanking god right now.

My body felt as though it was filled with bees, buzzing, stinging. Any place she was touching me felt like fire. A knot built in my stomach, my own climax threatening to engulf me at any moment.

“I want you to cum with me,” She stated, movements so desperate, sloppy. “I want you to cum in your pants.”

I groaned loudly, bucking my hips up into her. I was so fucking hard, so close. But I wanted her to finish first.

She leaned down and whispered, “I want you to pretend you’re draining inside me.”

That was it, that’s what sent me over the edge. She kept rubbing against me until a string of moans and curses ribboned from her mouth as she came with me. All the buzzing feeling in my body rushed through my cock and spilled into my sweatpants under her. My cum and her juices mingled between the fabrics that divided us. The climax vibrated my entire body, blinding my vision with flashes of burning white as I was still twitching beneath her.

She went limp on my shoulder, breathing heavily in time with mine. But she wasn’t done. She kept rocking against me. “I wanna do it again.” She muttered, coiling her fist in my shirt. Reaching between us, she tugged her panties to the side before grinding her bare clit on my covered length.

“Fuck.” I grunted, this one came from deep in my chest. I never went soft.

“I’ve never done that before.” She said softly. “I wanna do it again.”

“Came? You’ve never came before?”

“Not with someone.” She breathed out.

“Els—”

“Please Austie? I need to cum again.” Her voice drenched with pathetic pleading.

Fuck

My fingers dug into her full sides as she swiveled against me again. I wished I could make her finish properly, with my cock, or even better – my mouth. God, I wanted to taste her. I needed to savor her. “Let me taste you baby. Let me make you cum with my mouth.” Every time I said that word it was followed by a wash of warmth – now that I said it, I didn’t want to stop.

“We – We can’t.” She stuttered as if she was forgetting why we even had this stupid rule.

“I won’t be inside you. It won’t count.” We were just making up stipulations at this point.

She pulled off and laid on the couch facing me. Her cheeks tinted pink, brown curls tussled, eyes both excited and embarrassed. My eyes trailed her hand as it slithered down between her spreading thighs. Slipping a hand under her panties and began rubbing herself with two fingers.

Fuck. I was rock hard again.

“No touching.” She breathed out in a weak try at a command. I think she meant that I could just watch, but I wasn’t letting that happen.

I leaned down, peppering kisses up her plump thighs. If she didn’t want to kiss me, doesn't mean I didn’t. Just because she didn’t want to use her mouth on me, doesn’t mean I didn’t want to use mine. She stilled and observed me, not stopping me this time. When I reached her core, I pulled her fingers from herself and sucked them clean. She looked at me in complete awe. I hooked a finger around the soaked panties and tugged them to the side. Dipping my head between her legs, I slid my tongue up her slit.

A loud gasp, “Aus!”

I moved my tongue flat, spreading her more. Then, rolled against her swollen nub.

“Fuck.” A hand shoving into my hair tugging slightly. Her reaction suggested she’d never had someone eat her out. At least not well.

I moved my tongue deliberately against her heat, circling her sensitivity.

“God – fuckin – jesus.” She mumbled.

I slipped two fingers into her, curling up into her sweet spot. A shriek came from her mouth. Had she never had someone touch that before either?

That made me want to give her everything, make her feel everything. I wanted to make her cum over and over in every way possible. I wanted every orgasm to be because of me. Whether I was touching her or not. Whether I was with her or not. I wanted any inkling of pleasure that ever trickled between her thighs to be because of me. If she was going to stay with Nox, I wanted her to remember that her ‘best friend’ fucks her better. And she hadn’t even had my cock inside her.

Rolling moans came from her mouth as my tongue and fingers moved rhythmically together. I ate her like I had lived on crumbs my whole life.

“Aus I’m so close- fuck.” She gripped my hair.

“Fuck fuck, I’m gonna come.” She let out loud moans as she climaxed. Her legs clamped around my head, but I forced them open, her walls contracting around my fingers.

I wanted more.

The fingers kept rolling into her spot, my tongue gentle on her sensitive bundle. Gasps flowed out of her, her eyes wide as saucers, her mouth agape. She was so deprived, falling apart at anything I did, so hungry and desperate.

“Oh – Oh, fuck.” She tugged at my hair again, letting out another moan. This time even louder.

I lifted just for a second, "You taste so fucking good baby." Then my tongue going back to work, gentle and delicate not wanting to overstimulate her. Working just enough to entice her climax once more.

“Fuck fuck fuck Austin!” She screamed. Screamed. Barely decipherable curses, moans, shrieks followed, my name interrupting each one. Her back arching sharply away from the sofa and releasing once again on my fingers. I continued my movements inside her to ride out her last high. Finally when her moans calmed and she squirmed wildly, I slid my fingers out of her then licked them clean. She was breathless and disheveled in front of me.

Not only had I made her orgasm for the first time, I made it happen three times in a row. And I didn’t even fuck her.

Dragging the back of my hand across my mouth, wiping her juices off me. I fell next to her, my body returning to its extension of the couch. It was then when the high bobbed back into me. Everything was slow and heavy again.

She stayed still next to me in the same position I left her - legs spread, her own cum dripping down onto the shirt. She looked an absolute disaster, but like a fuckin' dream to me.

Am I dreaming? Did that really just happen?

No fucking way, I must’ve been dreaming. I must’ve passed out.

I couldn’t look at her. It would start me up all over again, and I could barely move.

She closed her legs beside me and retracted backwards, pulling her knees into her chest. She wrapped her arms around them and rested her chin on her knees. She wanted to say something, I could feel it.

What would she say in my dream?

“Um- I um- thank you.” She croaked out, her voice raspy from the sinful noises she’d made just minutes ago.

My weighted eyelids slowly blinked at the ceiling, “Mhm.”

If I wasn’t so high, I would’ve said something else. But I was grateful that I couldn’t.

Next Chapter: 16 - When The Night Ends

disclaimer: i haven't written smut in a long time so i apologize if i'm a bit rusty - i hope you enjoyed regardless

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