She Seems To Be Teasing Me Novels & Stories

What am I saying? "What?" she asked and seemed to be laughing. "Don't worry, I won't get lost here," she said and tapped me on the shoulder. "I found a clue," I changed the subject.

I teased her. “Yeah, yeah, that's enough.”

But it was still entertaining to watch her squirm. I don't know why but I felt like I can never hold myself back from teasing her a little every time she seemed uncomfortable. It is almost instinctive, as if her squiring face triggers a sadistic incentive in me. It suddenly becomes fun and before I know it, I start acting not very gentlemanly.

I watch her mouth parting open as she stares shamelessly at my cock, running her eyes from the base of my shaft down to the tip. "You know, if you keep staring at it like that, it will only keep growing bigger." She keeps staring. "And…" "Bigger." "And…." I pause. "Wait. Are we in some back and forth game sequence now?" She shakes her head. "No." Her eyes finally land up to mine. "I am just teasing the shit out of you." "Come here!" I lunge at her, tickling her sides and enjoying the sound of her uncontrollable breathy laughter.

She hissed. "Ouch, you wound me, sweetheart. I bet no one has claimed you yet so, why can't I?" I teased her. I always find joy in teasing her. There's this strange feeling, this excitement I get whenever I do. Those killing eyes, though. She looks hot right now. "I won't fall for your games." She hiss and I shrug off my shoulder. I don't care!

“I can see why you would be staring,” “What?” I replied, puzzled. “Well, I mean…” she trailed off, nodding slightly. “So you think you are pretty?” I asked. “Of course I am,” and she laughed at me as if I had asked a stupid question, and that brought a small smile to my lips. “Confident, aren’t you?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood. “You should try it sometime,” she nudged, playfully poking fun at me. “Yeah, maybe I should,” I replied thought

She stiffened and started to pull away. “Where’re you going?” I held fast, pleased that she couldn’t see the smile on my face. I was playfully teasing a female; get the hell out. “I didn’t mean to tease you. Don’t pout.” Now how did I know she was pouting when I couldn’t even see her face? It seems that I’d come to know her without realizing it. Isn’t that something?

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” She pretends to think about it, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hmm, probably not. I mean, teasing you is, like, my full-time job now. Gotta keep you humble.” I look down at her, and despite the hum of energy from the crowd around us, the noise seems to fade, leaving just the two of us in this little bubble of space. Her teasing, her smile, the way she makes the tension in my shoulders melt away with just a few words, it’s grounding.

I sound stupid myself. “Beautiful fingers? I will take it that you're trying to compliment me but you look like you’re not good at giving compliments to people,” she said laughing at my attempt to compliment her. “You’re scratching your head again, which means you’re nervous or embarrassed,” “I’m not nervous or embarrassed,” I said defensively. “But you only do that when you don’t know what to do,” she said looking at me. Now I know she’s teasing me. “Are you teasing me right now?” I said, lifting my eyes at her.

She says to me. My hazel eyes go wide and I can't believe I heard her say that. I smile and ran a hand through my long black hair. “ Did you....cook?” She grimaces as she asks the question. She can be real dramatic sometimes. I have my hands on my waist as I send a glare her way. “ You just love teasing me.” I mutter. She giggles and proceeds to the kitchen. She really does love teasing me. One day I will surprise these people.