Chapter 3: Rising Action
I've never been one to shy away from a challenge, but when Ethan proposed his latest bet, I thought he had lost his damn mind. "You want to cum on my face if I win?" I'd asked, skeptical and a bit turned off.
But there was something about his confident smirk and the dangerous glint in his eyes that had me saying yes. I don't know what it was, maybe the thrill of the bet or the fact that he thought he could back me into a corner and pull off something like this.
But there I was, standing in Emma's cramped, cluttered apartment, with the dim, flickering light casting grotesque shadows on the walls.
"You ready?" Ethan asked, his voice dripping with arrogance. I scoffed, not answering. "Come on, Em, you wouldn't have made the bet if you weren't curious."
I crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow.
"I made the bet because I knew you wouldn't be able to handle it," I said, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.
Ethan chuckled and took a step closer to me. The smell of his cologne filled my nostrils, and I felt my heart beat faster. "Oh, believe me, I can handle it," he said, his voice low and husky. He reached down and unbuckled his pants, letting them drop to the floor.
My heart skipped a beat as I saw the outline of his big, masculine cock through his boxers.
"You're going to regret this, Ethan," I said, trying to sound tough but a bit unsure.
He just chuckled and slowly pulled down his boxers, revealing himself fully. I couldn't help but stare for a moment, my eyes drawn to the size and girth of him. I felt a flush of heat rise to my cheeks, and I quickly looked away.
Ethan took another step closer to me, his big, masculine cock standing at attention.
"I don't think so," he said, his voice low and confident. "You're the one who's going to regret this."
I stiffened my spine, determined to see the bet through. I closed my eyes and braced myself as Ethan stepped even closer, his body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat radiating from him, and I tried to steady my breathing.
"Come on, Em, just let go and enjoy it," he whispered in my ear.
I could feel his breath warm against my skin, and I bit my lip, trying to still the trembling in my legs.
"I'm not doing this," I said, my voice steadier than I felt.
But Ethan was relentless. He wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and started to pump himself, a slow, deliberate motion that made my uncomfortably warm.
"Please, Em," he begged, his voice rough with need. "I've wanted this for so long.
Just let me finish," Ethan begged, his hand moving faster on his cock. I could see a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip, making my stomach churn.
I tried to move away, but he held me firmly against him. "No, stay here," he whispered, his voice gravelly.
I closed my eyes and sighed, knowing there was no escape. I felt his other hand slide onto my waist, his fingers splaying out and tracing along my curves. I felt a strange mix of disgust and arousal, and it only made me angrier.
I tried to shove him away, but he was too strong. He leaned in, his hot breath fanning across my cheek as he moaned. I stiffened, trying to ignore the way my body was responding to his touch.
"Ethan, stop," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
He didn't listen, instead, he pressed himself against me harder, his hips thrusting forward in a simulated sex motion that made my stomach turn. I could feel him getting closer, feel the heat emanating from him, as he grunted and groaned.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to escape the reality of the situation. But there was no escape, not really. I was trapped in this moment, trapped by my own dumb pride and desire to always win.
Finally, he let out a low moan and I felt him spasm against me, hot ropes of cum splattering against my chest and face. "Yes, fuck, yes," Ethan cried out, his hand still frantically pumping his cock.
I stayed frozen in place, my heart pounding in my chest as I felt his cum cooling on my skin.
Imiclty regretted making the bet, and every bead of ejaculate on me was a reminder of my foolish decision. I was covered in a sticky mess and I didn't know what to do.
"Come on, Em. You made the bet, you should be happy," Ethan said, smirking at me as he pulled up his pants.
"I-I don't know," I stammered, trying to find the words to express my mixed feelings.
I felt a strange combination of disgust and arousal, and I didn't know how to reconcile it.
Ethan chuckled and walked toward me, still hard and wet from his orgasm. "Oh come on, Em, don't make it weird," he said, moving closer to me. "Look, I know this wasn't exactly what you had in mind when we made the bet, but we said face, right? And I delivered." He winked at me, a smug grin spreading across his face.
"I didn't mean for it to end up like this," I muttered, still in shock from what just happened. "You didn't?" He said, one eyebrow raised in mock surprise. "Because it looks to me like you're enjoying it." I felt my cheeks grow hot as he reached out and traced a finger through the cooling semen on my cheek.
"Fuck, Em, you should see yourself right now," he said, his voice low and husky.
"You look like a goddess with all this cum on you." I scoffed at his words, trying to ignore the strange mix of emotions that were swirling in me. I was still in shock from what had just happened, and I couldn't believe I let myself get sucked into this mess.
Emma sighed, rubbing her sweaty hands down her face. "This isn't funny, Ethan," she said, trying to keep her voice steadier than she was feeling. "I didn't make the bet thinking it would end up like this.
I didn't expect you to actually go through with it." Emma said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Ethan chuckled, a sickening sound that made Emma's blood boil. "C'mon, Em, you want to act like you didn't want it. You've been eyeing my cock since we first met."
Emma scoffed at the suggestion, her face twisted in disgust. "I would never..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Ethan stepped closer, invading her personal space.
He was still hard, the head of his cock glistening with the remnants of his orgasm. Emma's heart hammered in her chest as she looked up at him, trying to keep her expression neutral despite the storm of emotions inside her.
"Stop acting like you don't want this," Ethan said, his breath warm on her face. "I know you do."
He traced a finger down her cheek, catching a drop of his cum on the tip. He brought it to his lips, sucking it off with a satisfied hum.