Breaking Point

We didn't plan it.

Like everything between me and her, it started with a look. That low, lazy grin she gets when she's just a little too comfortable with how much control she has. The one that says you know exactly what I'm about to do, and you're going to let me.

We were lying on her bed, legs tangled, shirts slightly wrinkled, skin warm from shared laughter. She was on top of me sideways, propped up on one elbow, her bare foot idly playing with the waistband of my shorts. I wasn't hard -- yet. Just... floating. Nervous. A little drunk on her closeness.

She trailed one toe lower.

Then lower.

And I flinched.

That was her cue.

-- Scared? -- she murmured, eyes locked on mine.

-- Cautious, -- I breathed.

She giggled, then pressed the ball of her foot gently -- so gently -- against my balls through the fabric.

-- Better get braver.

I inhaled sharply. My hands tensed against the sheets.

She gave a playful push. Not hard. But enough to feel my whole body react.

-- That was a warm-up, -- she whispered.

She shifted her weight and sat up between my legs. I could feel her thighs press against mine, her fingertips resting on my hips like they owned me.

I nodded. Barely.

She reached for the waistband of my shorts and slid them down slowly, then peeled off my underwear. My cock flopped forward, half-hard, exposed to her gaze. My balls hung below, tense, waiting. The air felt cold. Electric.

She smiled.

-- I want to hear what sounds you make when I do it for real.

Then her hand came up. Palm open.

And she slapped them.

Firm. Clean. A sharp crack filled the room. My hips jerked. My mouth opened. I let out a startled grunt that cracked into a moan at the edges.

-- Nhh-ahh... fuck...

-- Mmm. That was cute. Again?

I didn't answer, but my body arched slightly -- not away from her, but toward. She saw it.

She raised her hand again, slower this time.

-- Keep your legs open.

-- They are open...

-- Wider.

I obeyed. She placed one hand against my thigh to brace herself -- and smacked again. Harder. A burst of heat flooded my groin. My cock twitched. I made a sound I didn't recognize. Half-breath, half-plea.

She laughed softly.

-- You're already getting hard. That's insane.

She leaned down and kissed my inner thigh. Warm lips, soft breath.

Then pulled back and slapped my balls again, this time with her fingers cupped slightly -- so it caught.

-- AHH--hhuhh... fuck, fuck...

My chest rose, locked, then dropped again. I was gasping now. My hands clenched the blanket. My cock was standing fully now, twitching with every heartbeat.

She watched me squirm.

-- You're leaking, baby.

-- From just a few hits?

I looked down. She was right -- a clear strand glistened from the tip.

-- I think you're getting too into this, -- she smirked.

She pulled my cock gently upward with two fingers.

Then, while holding it just like that, slapped my balls from below.

The shock ran through me like lightning. My legs kicked once, toes curling. My voice cracked out into a full, unfiltered moan:

-- HnnNNGGHH--AAAHhh...

-- That's it, -- she purred.

She didn't even let me rest.

Her next hit came while I was still vibrating -- a quick double-tap, left then right. Just enough to send my cock bobbing in her grip.

-- HhaHH... g-god... please...

She leaned in, pressed her lips just under my belly button, and whispered:

-- One more. If you're still conscious after, I'll kiss you.

I nodded desperately.

And she raised her hand.

Her eyes stayed on mine as her hand arced through the air.

And then -- impact.

A brutal, perfect, open-palmed slap right into the softest, most vulnerable part of me. Her fingers caught everything. The sound was obscene -- a dull, meaty smack that echoed in my skull.

I screamed.

-- AHhhhHH--F-FUCK--NGGHhhnn!

My hips shot up off the bed. My whole body went rigid. I didn't moan -- I cried out, like something had cracked open inside me. My cock throbbed in her fingers once... twice...

And then I exploded.

It hit me like a seizure. My cock twitched violently, and the first thick spurt of cum shot straight into the air, splattering across my stomach. The next pulse was even stronger. I was gasping, writhing, my voice rising uncontrollably with each release.

-- NNhhAahhh--AH--fuhhhCK--Jess--F-Fuck I'm--nNNhhgg--

Hot, messy ropes spilled out of me, dripping down my shaft, running across her knuckles. My thighs were trembling. My abs seized and flexed on their own. I couldn't breathe right -- just short, ragged pants and choked sounds.

She didn't say anything at first.

She just watched me finish.

Her hand still lightly cupped my balls. Her grip still held my shaft gently, as it pulsed and emptied itself between us.

When the last weak spasm left me twitching and ruined, I collapsed flat onto the bed, chest heaving, muscles twitching.

I couldn't speak. Could barely see. My mouth hung open, gasping for air. My toes curled. My fingers dug into the sheets like I was clinging to the edge of the world.

Jess looked down at the mess. Then at my face. Then leaned over me.

Her breath was warm on my cheek. Her hair tickled my temple.

-- That was the hottest thing I've ever seen, -- she whispered.

Then she kissed me on the cheek, slow and deep. Not teasing. Not gloating. Just soft.

A real kiss.

I exhaled shakily.

-- You... you broke me, -- I rasped.

She laughed quietly and curled up beside me, head on my chest, hand still lazily stroking my thigh.

-- I know, baby, -- she whispered.

-- But you looked so damn good breaking.

And I lay there, legs wide, balls sore, cock still twitching in the afterglow, her body pressed against mine -- and in that moment, I didn't want anything else in the world.