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Before you started dating him, one thing you didn't know about Piers was how competitive he was.
He wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, let alone lose it.
He could dish out witty remarks and taunts so easily, enough to get someone riled up to accept whatever challenge he offered.
(And he always won)
But, you were determined to change that. He was going to lose.
The pair of you were curled up on the sofa together in the living room, watching a TV show together.
“I could totally beat you, Piers !”
Your voice rang out, heavy with determination.
Piers just rolled his eyes, a knowing expression on his face; as if he had the entire thing planned out already.
“You know how this went last time, right?” piers drawled, this wasn't the first time you'd attempted to challenge him
What was today's game? Who can make eachother finish the quickest.
You remember what happened last time quite well, actually. You were the one that ended up a blushy, melting mess beneath him as his cock stretched you out so delightfully, taking you over and over. Almost for the entire night.
You scoff, nudging him playfully
“Just because last time didn't go in my favour doesn't mean it won't this time !”
You were so sure you’d win, having thought out exactly how you wanted this to go. You planned to win, and you weren’t going to back down. Not until he was the one shaking and whimpering beneath you like a bitch in heat.
“Come on then,” Piers challenged, his hand running up to your thigh and kneading the soft flesh “show me what you got, sweetheart”
His breath was hot on your skin, shivers ran down your spine. A welcomed sensation as you swung one leg over and landed on his lap, straddling his pelvis with his face just inches from yours.
“Oh, i sure will” you flash him an almost cocky grin before your lips crashed into his. His lips were stupidly soft as they moved in tandem with yours, igniting a fire full of burning hot coals of needs between you.
You felt a hand grip your hip, coaxing you closer as your kisses only grew more heated as piers groaned against your lips. Your own hand made its way to tangle in the dusty brown locks of his hair so you could pull his lips flush to yours.
Your hips ground against his, feeling his breath momentarily hitch as his grip tightens and digs into the flesh of your hips. Your tongue swiped across his bottom lip before invading his mouth, finding and tangling with his tongue.
Piers eagerly rocked his hips in time with yours, only a matter of time before his cock began to press up against your thigh as his blood rushed south. It only made you moan into the kiss, determined to keep up what you were doing.
Detaching your mouth from his, it left a trail of drool hanging between you. Piers moaned at the sight before pulling you back in for another fiery kiss by the fabric of your shirt. His free hand yanked your shirt up, pulling away just enough so he could lift it over your head and off your body, carelessly flinging it across the living room.
A soft noise buzzed from your throat as his warm, gun-calloused fingers came to tweak and tease your nipples as his lips stuck lingering kisses down the length of your neck. Making sure to leave multiple love bites across the skin. The fingers scattered in his hair gripped them just that little bit more as Piers dipped his head to take one of the sensitive buds into his hot mouth.
He swirled his tongue around it until it hardened into a peak against it, you could feel him grinning against your skin as he softly bit down on it, which earned an embarrassingly loud keen from you. Pulling back to repeat with your other nipple, not forgetting to use his thumb to press and rub the bud he was occupied with earlier before taking your whole breast into his hand to squeeze and fondle how he pleased.
Your hips jerked, rutting against the now obvious bulge in Piers’ sweatpants. It only made your own core throb as slick surely began to pool there.
He popped off your nipple, grinning up at you with that arrogant look he liked to give you when he thought he was in control.
“You like that, baby?” he rasped hotly against your skin, rocking his hips once more to rub against your pussy “you feel how hard you make me?”
You groaned, “shut up, i haven’t even begun yet” you urged Piers to take his own shirt off, exposing his muscled top half to you. You could’ve drooled, the slightly defined muscles of his biceps, his chest, his abs were so enticing.
Piers just huffed, reeling in his over-confident demeanor “go on then, try and prove me wrong, sweetheart”
He didn't have to tell you twice, sliding off his lap and getting situated on your knees. Your hands placed themselves on his own knees, pulling them apart to reveal the prominent bulge between his thighs.
Scooting closer, your lips skimmed the expanse of his abs, palming him through his sweatpants in the process. Piers groaned, his breath falling short from the sight in front of him as your sweet lips trailed their way down to his waistband.
His sweatpants were the first to go, he lifted his hips to aid you in shoving them down to his knees where they eventually fell and pooled around his feet, which he gladly kicked off. Then, it was his boxers. There was a noticeable wet patch on the front, his cock no doubt leaking like a faucet.
You pressed a quick kiss to his clothed cock before tugging down the waistband to free it, making work of shoving his boxers off of him completely. Piers was now bare to you, exposed. You eyed his cock, hard and pulsing from the feeling of your lips on his.
You licked your lips, wrapping your fingers around the thick length of him. A blissful noise came forth when you gently pressed your thumb into his sensitive, leaking slit before beginning to pump him, the wetness of his pre helping your digits slip along his length.
The explicit noises your movements made sat heavy in the air.
Shlick, shlick, shlick
“Ah shit- yeah, just like that” Piers grunted, leaning back against the plush cushions of the sofa, elbows resting on the top.
He felt himself twitch and pulse when you brought your mouth into the equation, giving kitten licks to his leaky head before wrapping your lips around it and sucking like it was a lollipop as your hand still worked him up and down.
Soon, you retracted your hand, resting it on his thigh as you began to take him fully with your mouth before he could raise a complaint. You bobbed your head back and forth, taking more of him each time until your nose was flush against the tufts of hair that littered from his v line to his cock. Piers’ head fell back against the sofa when you swallowed around him, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.
It was so messy, a mixture of drool and pre dripping from the corners of your mouth and coating his cock as you deepthroated him. Every so often you’d pull back until the tip of him was right on your lips so you could swirl your tongue around him, watching the faint twitch of his brows furrowing and the way he’d sink his teeth into his pouty bottom lip.
Both of Piers’ hands connected with the back of your head, guiding your head up and down his hard, throbbing length. You swore you could hear a faint whimper every so often, it had your stomach erupting in butterflies and your pussy drooling and clenching around nothing.
He was the perfect picture of ecstasy; tense yet slack at the same time, getting the best head of his life as he bucked his hips up into your mouth. You knew he was beginning to get close, with the way his hips twitched, moving themselves like they had a mind of their own so desperately.
You couldn’t help but look up at him with smug victory flashing in your eyes, working harder to finish him off.
“D-don’t look so cocky- oh fuck- this isn’t over yet” Piers groaned, his jaw falling slack as his cock twitched so eagerly against the roof of your hot mouth. Your hand dared to reach for his balls, squeezing them hard enough to earn a sharp moan from him
You could tell that somewhere in his clouded mind, he was already plotting his pleasurable revenge on you.
“God- i’m coming” he announced as you played with his balls while they were emptying themselves into your waiting mouth. You waited until his cock started to soften in your mouth before you pulled yourself off of him. Flashing him yet another cocky look as you opened your mouth to show you’d swallowed it all. Piers moaned when he looked before pulling you back onto his lap, your back flush against his bare chest.
“Don’t think you’ve won this, babe” he growled against the shell of your ear “it’s my turn now”
Your own pants went too, slid down and threw carelessly across the room. Leaving you clad in your panties, a wet spot there to show where they clung to you so uncomfortably.
He spread his knees, your own legs opening with his in the process. You felt a pair of lips attach themselves to your neck, kissing along the length of it all the way down to your shoulder. All the while a hand started to rub one of your inner thighs, moving up slowly enough to have your pussy throbbing with anticipation as the other snaked up your stomach until it reached your chest. Groping it and running over your swollen, spit-slicked nipple
Piers' hand slipped into your panties, the fabric stretching to its limit to accommodate him.
Your breath hitched when you felt the gentle pressure of a finger on your clit as it pulsed beneath it. Rubbing in circular motions until you were shaking to be filled with them, the extra friction of the fabric driving you crazy.
“C’mon, please!” a whine tore through your throat, only to be met with an amused chuckle from Piers.
“So needy, aren’t you?” he teased, much to your annoyance. But it swiftly melted into pleasure as Piers finally slid your panties down until they slipped off and pooled below your feet, the tips of two of his digits pressed against your leaky slit. Stroking up and down, up and down until your hips jolted in desperate need.
As soon as they slipped inside of you, you swore you were in heaven. They stretched you out so nicely, crooking up and finding your sweet spot so easily as they pumped in and out of your sopping heat.
You moaned when the hand that was on your breast snaked down to toy with your needy little clit, teasing the bud with the combination of hitting your g spot. Which had you reeling in bliss. Your hips followed his fingers in the need to chase the high you were looking for so badly. It was absolutely maddening how Piers worked on your clenching pussy so effortlessly, it almost annoyed you how quickly he had you dripping. But you were too lost in the flames to care in the moment.
“Ngh-! S-slow down !” you whined out as your head tipped back against his shoulder. It was too good, you almost didn’t care about winning this stupid bet. Almost.
“I don’t think so, you wanna come, right babe?” Piers rasped in your ear, his cock stirring once more from the sounds you fed into his ear.
You attempted to shoot him a glare, but it quickly melted into a euphoric expression as your sweet spot was hit over and over until you were dripping copious amounts of slick down his wrist, dripping onto the sofa below. It only made the audible wet squelching noises louder, causing a red flush to dust your cheeks and ears in embarrassment.
“Y-you jerk!” you just about manage to choke out your words without a moan interrupting you. Piers took it upon himself to torture your swollen clit some more, coaxing more pleasured noises from you.
“Really? That's how it’s gonna be?” he murmured in your ear. You could practically feel the grin he had on his lips. Reeling in how easily he got you to squirm for him.
Your toes curled and your back arched off of his chest as your body began to prepare itself for a mind-melting orgasm, your moans becoming more frequent and higher in pitch as you teetered on the edge of bliss.
“Piers, Piers, Piers, i-i’m gonna-” you chided, only to be shushed with a kiss to your temple, Piers’ digits only working faster to bring you to your peak.
“That’s it, come for me, pretty girl. I’ve got you” straining your neck, his lips encased yours once more, swallowing any of the moans you released as your high hit you like an oncoming freight train. It was enough to make you shake uncontrollably while your eyes rolled back into your skull. Like your soul had left your body, it took a while for you to float down back into Piers’ arms. Damp with sweat and weak from your orgasm as your head rested on his shoulder once more.
“That good, sweetheart?” He mumbled in your ear, with an arrogance that annoyed you to no end.
“Damn you” you breathed, though there was no bite as you let yourself recover from the intense experience.
He chucked, his expression full of victory
“So, you finally gonna admit you've lost?”
That seemed to strike something within you, a flame of determination. Moving to shove him on his back until he collided with the sofa and climbing on top of him with his cock flush against your core.
“No way in hell I'm backing down that easily. Not this time”
You retort, watching the surprise flicker across his face. Piers clearly wasn't expecting you to take control.
“Oh, now you're speechless?” The words follow with a smug grin as you gripped his cock, hard and aching once more.
His pupils blew wide as you sank down onto him, hands flying to your hips to pull you down faster until your hips were flush to his.
The both of you let out needy moans as you rocked your hips at a breathtaking pace, his cock hitting the spot inside you that made you clamp down for more.
Piers whined at the overstimulation, even though his hips were jerking up with yours. It was quickly a losing battle for him; and you absolutely reveled in it.
The sight beneath you could've had you creaming on the spot. He was completely lost to the pleasure you were giving him, his lips were parted to allow the mess of whines and moans that tumbled from them. His brows knitted together to finish off the pleasured expression etched into his pretty features, like the cherry on top of the cake.
“please, please-” Piers stumbled over his words, you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to communicate with you “mph- it's too much!”
Your heart raced, the feeling of Piers admitting defeat was enough to boost your ego sky high, now beginning to bounce on him fully instead of rocking your hips.
“No, no, you can take it” you leaned down to purr in his ear “where's all that bravado gone now, hm?”
The sound that emitted from your man was nothing short of sinful, whimpers and stuttered pleas.
“Come on,” cooed as your fingers deftly tweaked and tugged on his nipples, clearly sensitive as you felt his cock throb inside of you “admit it, you've lost. To me”
Piers began to stutter, only answering with a choked moan when you pinched his nipples a little harder.
“Fine, you win!” He cried out, tears brimming the corners of his pretty eyes “I'm begging you, make me come!”
Music to your ears? Definitely. It only inspired you to work harder.
It was only a matter of time before he was moaning your name and hiccuping on sobs.
Oh, how the tables had turned. And delightfully so.
You were starting to get close again, the same knot tightening more and more in your stomach. No doubt Piers was right behind you with the way his cock was twitching inside of you as your walls clenched around him once more.
“There you go, such a good boy” the words murmured into his ear were enough to finally make him come instantly, his come flooding your waiting pussy with a sharp, whiny moan.
His hips stuttered, the expression on his face displaying pure ecstasy as his cock pulsed until he was gasping for air.
You were right on the edge, nimble fingers rubbing your swollen clit giving you the push you needed before you were gushing all over him yet again, the both of you moaning at the feeling.
Your orgasm seemed to feel a million times more intense with the feeling that you won.
The two of you fell limp, heaving chests pressed flush against each other and trying to come back to reality.
A breathy laugh graced your lips, full of victory as Piers eyed you with defeat.
“How's it feel to lose, sweetheart?” You giggled, mocking his cocky attitude from earlier.
All Piers could do was roll his eyes and huff, exhausted as he rasped;
“Shut up”
A pout on his pretty lips, all there for you to kiss away.
He let himself be led to the bathroom, dragging his lead heavy limbs with him so he could indulge and be pampered with a hot bath, filled with all the bubbles imaginable and the calming scent of lavender lingering in the air.
You watched him climb in, relaxing his tired muscles with a hum of content as the warm water did its work. You followed suit, lowering yourself into the water until your damp skin was flush against each other.
“This is nice” Piers murmured against your skin, eyelids drooping in tranquility. You pressed a loving kiss to his forehead,
“Yeah, it is” you basked in the intimate moment together
“Love you”
“Love you too”