Teasing to Hard Fucking by Scaramouche

"You and Scara have never been able to get along well, one might even say you two hate each other. But despite that, you two are in the same group of close friends."

"This weekend your friend group is going on a short trip together. But when you were about to leave, you came to the realization that the car is one seat short. Luckily, your friend came to the genius solution to have you sit on Scara’s lap."

“Sit still.” "Scara hisses as he has his chest pressed against your back."

"Scara notices your discomfort, but decides to tease you a bit more. He leans forward and whispers softly into your ear, his breath tickling your skin." "Want me to keep my mouth shut? Too bad. We both know what this does to you... the closeness, the touch. And don't think I haven't noticed that blush on your face. It's only going to get worse for you."

"Scaramouche chuckles softly before leaning back in his seat, fully aware of how much he's pushing your buttons. His own heart races slightly, feeling both turned on by the tension between you two"

"Scara smirks at your reaction, his hand gently caressing the small of your back. His arousal presses against you more firmly as he teases," "Oh, sweetheart, I can't help but tease you. It's just so much fun to see you squirm. Besides," "he whispers into your ear once again, nipping softly at your earlobe before pulling away slightly." "If I didn't do this, you'd probably fall asleep or something, and that would be terrible... wouldn't it?"

"He chuckles lightly, the vibration causing goosebumps on your skin."

"Feeling the pressure on his lap, and having a sharp nip at my earlobe made me squirm more." "Scar...ama..." "I struggled in between breaths trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan. But as he continued to tease and playfully annoy me, my inner heat only rose. A mixture of frustration, arousal and agitation filled me. However, I couldn't help but crave more of it."

"I can tell you enjoy this," "I half-stated, half-whispered through clenched teeth." "And your cock is pressing into me really hard." Leaning slightly back against him. "Stop

trying to think straight with your mouth watering words and my needy moans," "Scara growls, irritation lacing his voice. But instead of releasing you, he tightens his hold on you, pushing himself even more firmly against you. His erection throbbing insistently through his pants, the cloth rubbing against your sensitive core with each movement of his chest."

"If you won't shut up about how much you hate it, maybe I should show you just how wrong you are," "he whispers into your ear before forcing your head to tilt back and capturing your lips in a passionate, dominating kiss. His tongue invading your mouth with possessiveness"

"As our tongues dance in an aggressive yet erotic dance, my mind goes hazy. His dominance mixed with his arousal was undeniably powerful and I couldn't help but respond to it. My hands reach up, clutching at his shirt as I arched into him even more, mimicking the movements of our hips pressing together."

"My breathing hitched when Scaramouche broke off the kiss suddenly and rested his forehead against mine, his eyes piercing into mine." "You need me, just admit it," he growled softly, "brushing his nose along mine before nipping playfully at my bottom lip again." With one hand sl

oking under my top to tease the edge of my bra, and the other hand leaving a trail of fire down my arm before gripping it tightly above my head. Our bodies flush against each other, I can't help but grind back into him harder.

"Yes," "I whine out finally giving in to his demand, unable to deny the physical pleasure coursing through me as he continued to torment both our bodies." "I need--ngh..yo...you...." "With those words, I lost any resistance left inside me and let myself fully succumb to the feelings only Scaramouche could elicit."

"Scara chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through your chest and causing more shivers down your spine. He leans in close again, whispering salacious promises into your ear." "That's part of the fun, my sweet little thing. The thrill of being taken where you least expect it... don't tell me it doesn't excite you just a little." "His hand beneath your top slides up further, teasing the swell of one breast over the fabric before pinching lightly."

"You squirm again, trying to push against his tormenting touch but only ending up grinding your hips harder into his lap once more."

"Scara can't help but grin wickedly at your response. He loves seeing you squirm and the noises you make only fuel his desire even more. He continues to tease and torment you while whispering dirty promises in your ear, letting you know exactly what he plans to do once you're finally alone together."

"That's it... just let go and give in to me," "he growls softly against your neck before nipping gently at the sensitive skin there". "You know you want this as much as I do." *His hand slides lower now, squeezing your ass cheek roughly before sliding up again to grab a fistful

of hair and yanking your head back, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes meet his, dark with lust and desire. "Tell me," "he commands, the command laced with an undercurrent of raw need". "Tell me you want this as much as I do... say it."

"You can feel the heat between your thighs intensifying, and it takes everything within you not to beg for release right then and there. Instead, you swallow hard and try to maintain some semblance of control.""I... can't..."*you whisper hoarsely, fighting against the onslaught of emotions and sensations Scaramouche continues to provoke

"Scara smirks at your weak resistance, taking it as a sign of submission rather than struggle. He leans forward and captures your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue forcefully invading your mouth to claim you as his own. His other hand moves lower still, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt and finding the wet heat between your legs through your panties. He rubs hard against your clit, causing you to cry out into the kiss."

"Breaking the kiss finally, he looks down at you with hooded eyes full of lust and satisfaction." "Good girl," *he murmurs before giving you one last rough squeeze before removing his hand from both your hair

and your core. Releasing a low groan, he adjusts his position so that the pressure on your lap eases somewhat, though you're still very much aware of him there, just slightly less intimate now. The rest of the car ride seems to take forever, despite barely being halfway to their destination. Every time Scaramouche catches your eye, he leers at you knowingly, teasing and taunting while never crossing any lines that would make things truly uncomfortable for you both within their group dynamic. And beneath it all, there's an undercurrent of raw desire and anticipation for what will happen when they finally reach their destination - if Shy can even last that

long... The jealousy in Scaramouche's eyes flickers every time another guy seems to catch your eye or give you attention. It's a game of cat and mouse, filled with teasing touches and stolen glances. Shy tries her best to stay aloof from all the flirtation but finds it increasingly difficult as the night wears on. By the time they reach their destination, she's drenched in sweat from both the physical closeness and the heightened emotional atmosphere.

"Scara watches you disappear into the inn, a mixture of satisfaction and frustration playing across his features. He knew you were aroused, but seeing you actually make your escape only served to inflame him further. Grinding his teeth together, he followed after you with purposeful strides. Once inside the room, he closed the door behind him before turning to lock it for privacy's sake. His eyes raked over your body greedily as he approached, drinking in every detail of your flushed skin and mussed appearance. With an animalistic growl, he roughly pinned you against the wall, his hips grinding against yours in a desperate bid for contact."

"Feeling your soft curves pressed against him only served to fuel Scaramouche's desire further. His grip tightened slightly at your accusation but also held a hint of genuine concern for how he was treating you." "Shy," "he ground out, his lips brushing against your neck tenderly before nipping gently at the sensitive skin." "You know I can't help it. You drive me fucking insane." "His hand slid down from your shoulder to grab hold of your ass roughly, lifting you up so that their erections were flush against each other through their clothing." His hips rocked against yours in another pant-inducing grind, the fr

"Fuck," "Scaramouche groaned, feeling the delicious friction between their clothed cocks. He couldn't hold back any longer; he needed release. Breaking their intense stare, he looked into your eyes and smirked wickedly before leaning in to capture your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pressed past your lips, tangling with yours as his hand slid further down to tug at your shorts playfully, trying to get access to what he knew would be a soaked pair of panties beneath." "The taste of you made him crazy, only fuelling his desire to claim you entirely." "Tell me you want this too,"

"Feeling the warmth between your thighs pressing against his cock through their clothes, Scaramouche's already high sex drive peaked to new heights. His kisses turned more demanding, consuming both you and him as he growled against your lips."

"You taste so fucking good," "he muttered before nipping at your lower lip playfully. Reaching down with deft fingers, he tugged at your shorts again, this time managing to slide them down your hips along with your panties, leaving you bare and exposed to him." His eyes devoured every inch of you; the delicate folds of skin, the lips flushed

"the perfect shade, and the intoxicating scent that filled the air. With his heart pounding in his chest, he couldn't resist any longer. Positioning himself between your legs, he licked his lips as he took in the sight of your dripping core before parting his lips and swirling his tongue around your engorged clit. His other hand squeezed and massaged your breast roughly, pinching the nipple through your top."

"You belong to me," "he growled softly against your sensitive flesh," "and I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll forget your damn name." As he continued to

"assault your senses with pleasure, Scaramouche's touch became more insistent, his fingers digging deeper into your flesh as his tongue lavished attention on your swollen clit. The friction and pressure built steadily, coaxing moans and whimpers from deep within you as your body writhed beneath him. Your hips undulated instinctively, seeking more contact with his mouth and hands."

"Despite everything, there was no denying the fact that this was exactly what you needed, wanted even. As the familiar feeling of impending orgasm began to spiral out of control within you, you found yourself clinging tighter onto him."

"In response, Scaramouche sped up his assault on your senses, sucking harder on your clit while thrusting two fingers deep into your tight, soaked folds. He took his finger out for a brief moment, His other hand left your breast to travel down your stomach, finding its way to the edge of your stomach and down to grip your inner thigh. Without warning, he slipped a finger inside you once more, feeling your walls clench around him as he added another layer of stimulation."

"Fuck," "he growled into your throbbing flesh," "you're so goddamn tight."

"As you drew closer to the edge, Scaramouche's movements became increasingly erratic. He licked and sucked at your clit with abandon while his fingers pistoned relentlessly inside you. Your body shook violently beneath him, a scream tore from your throat as waves of intense pleasure crashed over you in rapid succession. He was merciless, consuming you whole until finally..."

"Ah fuck!" "you cried out into the wind, gripping onto him so tightly that your nails likely left marks on his skin." "Fuck! Oh God... I'm cumming!" And then it hit you like a ton of bricks

"His mouth latched onto your pulsing clit as you came hard, swallowing every drop of your sweet nectar that flowed from it. His fingers worked tirelessly inside you, helping to massage your g-spot until every last tremor subsided. Slowly, he drew back, his dark purple eyes locked onto yours, filled with a strange mix of triumph and satisfaction as he wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand." "Not so tough now, huh?" "He taunted before planting another one of his signature smirk on those full lips."

"Feeling a mix of emotions, Scaramouche leaned in closer, placing a soft kiss on your cheek as he took care to catch his breath as well. He knew he had pushed you to the brink of insanity but couldn't help himself; it just felt too good to resist. With a chuckle, he slowly lifted himself off your lap, allowing you some space to recover." "I am sorry dear, but I want some release as well." "He pushed you onto the mattress nearby, climbing on top and removing your shirt, then his own pants."

"Grabbing your legs, he positioned them over his shoulders as he lined up his thick member with your dripping entrance. Despite everything, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation and need for him inside you. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within your welcoming warmth, a groan escaping from his lips at the sensation." "Fuck... Shy..." "he muttered your name like a curse before starting to move his hips, setting a brutal yet mesmerizing pace that made every part of your body scream in pleasure and pain simultaneously. His fingers dug into your hips, making sure he has an easy time pumping his cock inside without letting you escape"

"Smirking down at you, Scaramouche increased his pace, loving the way your body reacted to his assault. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mingling with the music playing in the background as he pounded into you relentlessly. He could feel his release building up, teeth gritted and muscles tense with need." "Gonna cum, Shy..." "He growled, biting down on his lip as his hips bucked wildly, emptying his balls deep inside you with powerful thrusts."

"Panting heavily, Scaramouche pulled out of you, his cock still twitching from the intense orgasm. He reached down to wipe his shaft clean against your slit before leaning in to kiss you passionately, tasting himself on your lips." "I don't care about the world around us when I am with you." "His words were heavy with lust and a hint of sincerity that made you feel both incredibly desired and confused about where you stood between friends and lovers. The intensity of their shared experience burned brightly as their bodies slowly began to cool from the erotic encounter."