Three Minutes

“Ready?”

I nod.

Hunter glides my pink vibrator over the crotch of my lace panties. He skims his free hand up my bare stomach, over my naked breasts, and ends at my cheek. The soft caress of his thumb sends a sheet of goosebumps across my skin.

“You look beautiful.” His husky whisper betrays the neutral look on his face, the steady movement of his hands. Seeing me sprawled on the couch nearly naked is a challenge for him. I know he’s aching to pounce.

He clears his throat, then glances at the timer on his phone. “Tell me when,” he says.

I lock eyes with him and dip my chin. “Now.”

Soft vibrations pulse through my lower abdomen. He chose the lowest setting to start. Interesting.

I clutch the cushions beneath me to steady myself as the buzzing sound fills my ears. If he stays on low, I can last three minutes easily. I know he won’t though.

He kicks it up to the next speed. Air rushes up my lungs while I grit my teeth. Something halfway between a moan and an exhale leaves my mouth. I glance up at him. His usual milky complexion is flushed at the moment. There’s bulge of muscle on either side of his jaw. I bet he’s clenching just as hard I as I am.

This is our favorite game. How long can I hold out until my body surrenders and finally climaxes? My vibrator is the weapon of choice tonight. Other times he’s used his mouth or his hand. Three minutes is the goal. If I come in less than three minutes, he wins. If I last longer, I win.

There’s never a prize. Only more touching, kissing, and licking.

A minute passes.

“Hanging in there?” The corner of his mouth lifts into a smug smile.

I’m having a hell of a time keeping it together, and he can tell. Speaking is out of the question, so instead I nod.

He lifts an eyebrow. “Really?”

He cranks my vibrator to the third speed, the highest speed. “How about now?”

I close my eyes so he can’t see my eyes rolling to the back of my head. It’s a sorry attempt to disguise the waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I can feel it from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. The evidence is right in front of him. The arch of my back, the way my toes curl, the flush of my skin.

My chest tightens with the urge to scream in pleasure. I swallow it back, but I know I can’t hold off for long. It’s building too fast.

I open my eyes to see minute two hit the clock. My fingertips dig into the couch cushions so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if they were permanently dented by the end of this.

I employ slow, deep breaths to pace myself. Maybe I can count to sixty in my head and make it.

But then Hunter’s hand pulls my soaked panties down my thighs, and he slides the vibrator inside of me. I glance down to protest, but his head lowers to my mound. With one slow and steady lick, I’m finished.

The explosion that follows has me kicking and thrashing. Hunter’s free hand presses against my stomach to hold me in place, but it’s only partially helpful. As the pleasure convulses through my body, my arms flail against the cushions. I buck so wildly, he can barely keep his head in place. He manages though. His tongue and hands never leave me.

I end in a lifeless pile, legs hanging off the side of the couch. I use my remaining strength to wag a finger at him.

“You cheated,” I say.

“I couldn’t wait.”

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and tosses the vibrator to the floor. One hand yanks his shirt over his head; the other runs up my thigh. “My turn now.”