[f] I tried doing ASMR and accidently made my friend hard…[Part 3]

I let my words linger. Noah didn't move. I paused, waiting for reaction, allowing him his moment, my breath hot and deliberate as I hovered over him, my milky thighs still either side of his head.

His cock twitched in front of me, thick and pulsing, the head leaking just slightly, and…well—I had never been more tempted to break my own rules.

But that wasn't the game. Not yet.

I brought my lips close again, just barely brushing against his shaft, my whisper featherlight. "Are you going to answer me?" I exhaled. "Or should I just keep talking like this…keep whispering all these filthy little thoughts right against your cock…"

I felt my pussy clench around nothing.

His whole body shuddered, a ragged groan escaping his lips.

Fuck…had he seen that?

"You like the way I sound, don't you?" I said, pushing on, trying not to think about how transparent my juices had made my panties. When I spoke, the script was long forgotten, my mind taking over. "I can tell…I can see it. Your cock is so hard, twitching every time I say something dirty."

Noah exhaled sharply, his hips jerking just a little, as if his body was moving almost entirely on instinct now. I hummed softly in approval, letting the vibration trail along his skin.

"See? There it is again; your cock's desperate attempt to feel something to make it cum," I sighed longingly. "Fuck. I wish I could suck it…"

His grip tightened on the sheets, his abs flexing, his breaths coming harder now. "Fuck, Sarah," he moaned. "Oh my god, please."

"Poor thing… you're so sensitive. Every little word, every little whisper is getting you more worked up, isn't it?" I tilted my head, letting a few strands of my hair fall across his cock. It must have weighed less than a gram, but he felt it. I know he felt it, because his hips started bucking again.

"Would it help if I let you taste me?"

Without waiting for an answer, I rocked my hips backward suddenly, pressing my wet panties and soft pussy into his mouth, my lips pushed against his. I pulled away quickly, but the effect was profound; his cock started throbbing uncontrollably, twitching as if it was cumming, and I grinned.

"Wow. You really liked that, didnt you?"

His whole body jerked beneath me, his breath catching in his throat and a small whimper escaping him. "Do it again…" he said. "Please."

"Do what again?" I whispered, feigning ignorance and directing my line of questioning at his cock, my lips close enough that I could kiss it without moving. I so badly wanted to take him in my mouth and run my tongue against the length of it. But I restrained myself.

This was way more fun.

"Noah? Did you hear me?" I rocked back again, just slightly this time, my soaked panties barely grazing against his lips. He inhaled sharply, his tongue darting out instinctively, but I pulled away quickly. "If you don't tell me what it is that you want me to do, then how can I help you?"

He breathed erratically, his hips thrusting against nothing. "Put your pussy in my face again."

"Oh," I whispered, my tits resting against his thighs. "You liked that, did you?"

Noah started to answer but I bore down on him again, cutting off his words and burying his face in my soaked panties. His cock started to pulse again, but this time I didn't let up, moving my hips from side to side, spreading my lips beneath the cotton and pushing down into him, engulfing his face in my cheeks.

"Use your hands," I whispered, my own hands sliding down his arms, urging him. "Touch me, Noah."

His hands shot up, grabbing my hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass. I felt his mouth open against me, his tongue pressing firmly over the soaked fabric of my panties. He groaned against me, the sound vibrating against my swollen clit, making my thighs tremble.

"Fuck—" I whispered, my voice shaking just a little now. "You do like my voice…but I think you like my pussy even more."

Noah didn't answer, couldn't answer—he just tightened his grip and pulled me down harder onto his mouth, burying himself between my thighs like he'd been starving for it all along. I knew I should have kept teasing him, kept whispering in that soft, sensual voice—but I couldn't. My concentration and focus lapsed.

Because he wasn't stopping.

He was going to make me cum.

Right here, right now, with my pussy pressed against his mouth and his cock throbbing helplessly beneath me. I reached down and pulled my panties to the side, giving him full access and pressing my wetness into his mouth once more.

I didn't last 30 seconds before I was bouncing up and down, riding his tongue, fucking his tongue, my orgasm building as I took my tits out of my top and pulled lazily on my nipples. All the time watching his cock, twitching and bouncing, desperate for even the smallest stimuli. It looked incredible like that, and when I came, I came to the idea that I had done that, that I had put him in such a state of delicious torment, that is was me cumming and not him.

How long could I make him wait?

As the last ebbs of my orgasm dissipated, I rolled off him onto my back. As soon as I did so, Noah took a huge breath, and I realised I had been borderline suffocating him.

But he didn't care. In fact, he looked at me wide eyed and desperate, a single question on his face Where are you going?

"Don't worry," I said, moving my body toward him, my pussy and tits both completely out now, a sight I never thought I'd see in the same context as Noah. "I'm not going anywhere." I leaned in and kissed him on the forehead, and his cock twitched again. "But I do have a question…"

I opened my eyes wide and made my face as sweet and innocent as possible.

"...where do you want to cum?"