Hot Teasing Novels & Stories

His hands decadently scorch my skin, fire exuding from his touch as he caresses my thighs. My breath hitched, Lazarus provoking me with these electrifying sensations. I shiver at the way he kneads my skin, goosebumps arise while I fought the urge to melt into his touch. His heated breath against my ear has my eyes rolling back. “I rather enjoy the show of watching you bend over in this sexy maids uniform and show me that pretty ass that I own.” His voice pure whiskey sin, “Hmm Ma Cherie, I think you like when I play with you.” He teased, darting between my thighs and massing the damp spot in my lacy thong.

Thaelen could not argue with that logic. “Are you jealous?” Harithen became playful and teasing sliding his hands along Thaelen’s thigh and squirming a little in order to press back against Thaelen’s c-ck. “Are you worried that I will like your arse less because I have f-ked Denus?” “No,” Thaelen paused. “I have f-ked him too.” Harithen laughed. “It is a nice arse, so of course you have. But if that is not your concern, then what?”

Where are your roommates? Gracie: They are here with me! Zane: Have fun with them, but do not be lesbian please... I laughed out loud. Both girls looked at me funny. Zane would be shocked if he knew I fuck with my friends. I am not a lesbian, but it feels hot to play with my girls. "That must be some hot guy..." Faith said. I nodded yes. Gracie: Okay daddy. Zane: Yeah, be a good girl... only love my dick.

I am internally crying right now. He is so good. He saved me and didn’t even case on me for faking. I might well start worshiping him. God, why you made such a hot piece gay? Hotty throws his suit on the couch and walks closer to me, invading my personal space. I am surprisingly taken aback by his sudden closeness. "So, you don't have a dick?" He asks flirtatiously as he smiles wide, his eyebrows are above dancing in a teasing way. What the hell is wrong with this guy?

"I hate the cold, I hate having to wear heavy layers, and I hate that I can never get warm." "You only hate it because you've never been shown all the wonderful activities that we can do to keep warm in the colder months." I point out, moving my hand down between her legs and cupping her pussy. "Like what?" She asks me as her own hand trails down my torso, until it reaches my ready, waiting erection that she wraps her fingers around. Her icy cold touch is like an electric spark against my flesh, awakening every nerve. "Well, there's snuggling," I tell her, slipping two fingers inside her folds and pressing them against her clit. "Intimately lying together generates heat."

Heck, I didn't even want to be near them. Mason staggered to the bed, his breath laboured. That raised an alarm. Then I felt it, the scorching heat travelling through every nerve of my body, leaving a trace of hotness. Mason groaned in pain, making me scramble towards him. My palm felt his skin and I pulled away as soon as our skin connected. He was burning. " What the hell happened with him Theo? Why is he so hot?" I asked, struggling to undress him.

I wonder what that means. Thanatos takes off his shirt and pants and sits on the bed. He pulls off my underwear and takes the lotion from me. He pours it in his hands then rubs his hands together to warm it up. Then he touches all the areas I feel the most sore and rubs it on. He keeps repeating the process until it feels better. He even rubs it on my insides. It makes me feel warm and tingly. He takes off his underwear, and his cock pops up, like it’s saying "Hello there.” He rubs the lotion all over his cock and then crawls on top of me.

I added “Well, screw what whoever said that day. That day you caught my attention actually, you looked really cute in the hoodie, with your soda water” he teased as I chuckled “But really, you look beautiful in what ever you choose to wear, you take my breath away every time” he added as he touched my hands and stared at me. “Well, I look beautiful every time” I spoke as I removed my hands from his and broke the intense look. “And I do not know anything about you” he spoke

He just stood there, breathing hard, the heat radiating off him so hot it felt like I was standing next to a furnace. "Let go, Tiana," he said. But it wasn’t an order. It was a plea. Low, strained, wrecked. "Nope." I hummed happily, nuzzling my face right into the curve of his neck, inhaling deep—cedar, soap, him. God, he smelled better than any drink I’d ever had. I felt his pulse hammering fast and wild right under my cheek. "You pulled me in. Now you’re stuck. Rules of engagement, Daddy."

He exclaims. “Oh, I know he probably kissed a girl on the cheek.” Someone answers. I show them a finger and walk out with an excuse of a smoke. I don’t smoke but I had to get out to catch some breath. “They tease you because you are so fucking hot, you know...” Oh, God. Can I ever get a break? “I don’t really care,” I tell her. I don’t mind the teasing. It’s the pretense that’s exhausting. Pretending I am fine with their demeaning comments towards their own girls.