Chapter 3: Rising Action
"I'm yours to command."
With a growl, Tim pulled out of her and spun her around, pushing her against the wall. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "Beg for it," he demanded.
Heather shivered at the command, but she didn't hesitate. "Please," she whispered. "Please, take me again."
Tim smirked and reached down, running his fingers over her wetness. "Like this?" he asked, teasing her with his touch.
"Yes," Heather moaned. "Just like that."
Tim obliged, plunging his fingers inside of her as he bit down on her shoulder. He could feel her body tense up around him, and he knew she was close.
He pulled out of her suddenly, leaving her gasping for air. "Beg for it," he repeated, his voice low and commanding.
Heather's breath hitched at his words, but she didn't hesitate. "Please," she whimpered, her voice trembling with desire. "Please, fuck me right here."
Tim didn't need any more encouragement.
He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he slammed into her with a force that left them both gasping for air. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the empty stairwell, mingling with their moans and gasps of pleasure.
Tim's fingers dug into her hips, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he felt himself nearing the brink. He could feel the tension building in himself, and he knew he was close.
But not yet. Not until she was ready.