he was begging me [f22] to sit on his face

Liam is my best friend’s little brother. He is 21 years old, tall and awkward with messy red hair and big nervous eyes that always dart away when I catch him staring. He still lives at home with his parents and his older sister, my best friend Sarah. I have known him since he was a gangly teenager, and for the last few months I have been having way too much fun teasing him. I brush against him when I visit, whisper little compliments about how tall he has gotten, and “accidentally” let my hand linger on his arm. He blushes instantly and stammers every single time. It is adorable how easily he falls apart.

Last Friday night Sarah invited me over for a movie marathon. We watched two films in the living room upstairs, and by the time the second one ended she was half asleep on the couch. “I’m going to bed,” she mumbled. “You can crash in the guest room if you want.” I told her I might stay a bit longer to finish my drink. As soon as her bedroom door clicked shut, I slipped downstairs to the finished basement where Liam was supposedly “studying.”

The basement was dim, lit only by the glow of the big TV that was still paused on the Disney movie they had watched earlier with the family. Liam sat on the big sectional couch in sweatpants and a faded band tee, pretending to scroll on his phone. His cheeks turned pink the second he saw me.

“Hey, little neighbor,” I said softly, closing the basement door behind me and locking it. “Couldn’t sleep?”

He swallowed hard. “I… I was just watching something. Sarah said you were staying over?”

I smiled and walked over slowly, my hips swaying in the tiny sleep shorts and thin tank top I had changed into. “Yeah. But I got bored upstairs. Thought maybe you could entertain me instead.” I stopped right in front of him and tilted my head. “You’ve been staring at me all night, Liam. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

His eyes went wide. “I wasn’t…I mean, I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh.” I put a finger to his lips. “It’s okay. I like it when you look. In fact, I think you should look a little closer tonight.” I climbed onto the couch and straddled his lap facing him, my knees on either side of his hips. I could already feel him getting hard underneath me. “Tell me the truth. How long have you had a crush on me?”

Liam’s hands hovered awkwardly in the air, not sure where to put them. His voice came out quiet and shaky. “Since… since high school. You’re just so pretty and confident and I… I always thought you were way out of my league.”

I laughed softly and rocked my hips once, grinding slowly against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. “That’s sweet. But tonight you’re going to prove how much you want me. Take your shirt off first.”

He pulled his tee over his head quickly, revealing a slim but smooth chest. I ran my nails lightly down his skin and felt him shiver. “Good boy. Now, I’m going to sit on your face for a while. You’re going to lick me exactly how I tell you to, and you’re not allowed to touch yourself. If you do, I stop and go back upstairs. Understand?”

Liam nodded fast, eyes already glassy with need. “Yes… I understand.”

I stood up, slid my sleep shorts and panties down my legs, and kicked them aside. Then I climbed back over him, facing the TV so my ass hovered just above his face. “Hands behind your back. Keep them there the whole time.” I lowered myself slowly until my pussy rested right on his mouth. “Start with soft licks. Up and down. Nice and slow.”

Liam’s tongue immediately went to work, warm and eager. The wet sounds filled the quiet basement while the paused Disney music played faintly from the TV. I moaned softly and rolled my hips. “That feels good. Now circle my clit. Faster.”

He obeyed, his tongue moving in tight circles exactly as I instructed. I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his messy hair, holding him in place. “Tell me how I taste, Liam. Be honest.”

He mumbled against my pussy, the words vibrating through me. “You taste so good… sweet and a little tangy. I can’t believe this is happening.”

I laughed and ground down harder. “You can’t believe it? Your big sister is sleeping right upstairs and here you are with your tongue inside her best friend. Does that make you feel dirty?”

“Yes,” he gasped between licks. “It makes me feel really dirty… but I don’t want to stop.”

“Good. Because you’re not stopping until I say so.” I rode his face slowly, enjoying every desperate stroke of his tongue. After a few minutes I lifted up just enough to let him breathe. “Beg me to sit back down. Tell me why you deserve it.”

Liam’s voice was hoarse and trembling. “Please, Emmy… sit on my face again. I want to make you feel good. I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ll do anything. I’m just your pathetic little secret. Please use my mouth.”

I smiled and lowered myself again, smothering him completely for a longer stretch this time. His tongue worked frantically while I rocked back and forth. “That’s better. Keep talking while you lick. Tell me how much smaller and weaker you feel compared to the guys I usually date.”

He tried to speak, the words coming out muffled and broken. “I feel so small… I know I could never fuck you like they do. I’m just the awkward neighbor boy… but I want to worship you.”

I moaned louder and felt my orgasm starting to build. “Good boy. Now suck on my clit gently. And keep begging.”

Liam sealed his lips around my swollen clit and sucked softly while he kept talking between desperate breaths. “Please let me make you cum, Emmy… I’ll stay down here all night if you want… I’ll clean up after… just please don’t tell Sarah…”

That last part pushed me over the edge. I gripped his hair tighter and came hard on his face, thighs shaking around his head while I rode out every wave. When the tremors finally stopped I lifted off him slowly. His face was flushed, shiny with my juices.

I slid down his body and kissed his wet cheek softly. “You did such a good job, Liam. Look at you …all messy and desperate and still so hard.” I reached down and gave his throbbing cock one slow stroke through his sweatpants, then pulled my hand away. “But you don’t get to cum tonight. Not yet.”

He whimpered, hips bucking uselessly. “Please, Emmy… I need it so bad…”

I stood up and pulled my shorts back on, leaving my panties on the floor as a little gift. “Not tonight. You can think about me while you lie here aching. Maybe tomorrow night if you’re really good and text me how much you loved being my facesitting toy.”

I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Clean your face before your sister wakes up. And remember : these lips belong to me now.”

I turned off the TV, unlocked the basement door, and walked upstairs with a satisfied smile, knowing Liam would be lying there all night replaying every second while his cock throbbed untouched.