I was lying in my bedroom masturbating with a toy for the first time, deliberately being loud. I could hear my roommate furiously tapping away on his keyboard as he tried to ignore me and pretend he was working.

Henry wanted me and I wanted him, but here we were in a standoff of sorts. Despite our mutual attraction, he’d turned me down when I made a move because he was my older brother’s best friend, and that somehow meant I was off-limits.

I’d had no choice but to torture him in an effort to break him.

That humiliating night on the couch, I’d slowly inched closer until our bodies were touching. I ran my hand up his thigh and asked, “What’s it going to take to get you to kiss me, Henry?”

He leaned in, pulling my head closer, but just as I thought I was finally going to discover what those full lips felt like, he pulled away and shook his head.

“We can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“You’re ten years younger than me, Stella. You were still playing with Barbies when I came to your house for prom pictures.”

“I’m twenty-fucking-five. I don’t see the problem.”

“I told your brother you could crash here for a while, and it didn’t even cross his mind that I would touch you. I’m not going to betray my best friend by fucking his baby sister.”

“How is it a betrayal?” I scoffed. “Man logic makes no sense.”

“It doesn’t need to. We’re not doing this.”

I stormed off to my room and slammed the door, feeling utterly humiliated and sexually frustrated. If I was going to suffer because of his misguided honor, then he was going to suffer, too.

For weeks, I wore my shortest skirts without panties, giving him “accidental” glimpses of what he was missing when I was sitting on the couch. I walked around in a towel. I made every excuse to brush up against him. Each time I caught him checking me out, he narrowed his eyes like he knew what I was doing, then went about his business as though I wasn’t ready to die from needing him to bend me over the counter and fuck me.

It was time to step up my game.

I shopped for a sex toy with my computer in plain sight at the dining room table. When I knew he could see what was on my screen, I hit the order button. I’d never actually used a sex toy before, but he didn’t need to know that.

My box was delivered two days later, and I waited until he was home to open it, pulling out a smaller box containing a realistic-looking dildo, and then ignored him completely as I headed to my room. When I’d almost reached the door, he blurted, “What are you doing?”

I smirked at him over my shoulder. “Going to play with my new toy. A girl has needs. If you’re not going to fuck me, I’ll just have to fuck myself.”

The door to Henry’s room slammed and I could hear him hammering away on his keyboard through the wall, probably trying to distract himself with work.

Oh, we’d see about that.

Flopping down on the bed, I pulled my skirt up and slid a hand down to my bare pussy. I was already wet, but I swear I’d been wet and ready since I moved into this damn apartment with this infuriating man who was denying me.

I closed my eyes and circled my clit with my middle finger while I experimented with working the dildo into my pussy, slowly thrusting, but it was huge, so I only managed to get the head in. I gasped and moaned at the sensation of something spreading me open and starting to penetrate me.

Henry was still typing away furiously and that pissed me off, which was stopping me from coming, which pissed me off even more.

I kept going, trying to tune him out and focus on my pleasure.

The typing finally stopped and his door slammed. I held my breath, thinking maybe I’d finally gotten him to snap, but the bathroom door closed and the shower turned on. That rat bastard was going to get off in the shower instead of fucking me.

The shower stopped just as quickly as it had started, and a soaking wet, nearly naked Henry burst into my room. His eyes raked over me, and I was so turned on I felt no shame at him seeing me with my skirt hiked up around my waist and a dildo barely entering my pussy. He’d hastily draped a towel around his hips, but it wasn’t doing much to hide his erection.

“You want this?” he practically growled.

I nodded silently, worried that if I spoke he might change his mind. I spread my thighs wider in invitation.

“Just this once,” he said. He dropped the towel and reached the bed in two quick strides. When I started to pull the toy away, he covered my hand with his and held it in place.

“Go back to touching yourself,” he said. “I’ve had to listen to it. I should at least get to see it.”

I stroked my clit as instructed, his eyes watching hungrily as he started to push the dildo into me.

“It won’t fit,” I said sheepishly.

He glanced at his dick, which was quite a bit bigger than the toy, and said, “Oh, it’ll fit.”

He managed to push it in a little further, and then suddenly it was all the way in. He thrust deeply while I touched myself, and it felt incredible.

The noises I’d been making before were calculated and controlled. Now, the guttural sounds of pleasure coming out of my mouth were involuntary and made me feel wanton.

After what felt like only seconds, I cried, “I’m going to come!”

Before I could climax, he pulled the toy out, leaving me empty and deprived of the orgasm I’d been so close to.

“What the fuck?” I snapped, glaring at him.

“You’ve teased me for weeks, making me want to know what this pretty pussy feels like, what it tastes like. I’m not letting you get off that easily. When you come, I’m going to feel you squeezing around my cock.”

I rolled over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom. “Then put this on and fuck me.”

He did as he was told and flipped me over, pulling my hips up and plunging his huge cock into me with one hard thrust.

We both groaned and our hips started to slap together. He wasn’t gentle or slow, but after a month of wanting him to fuck me, it was perfection.

He grabbed my hips, fingertips gripping my soft skin while he pounded into me deep and fast. I slid my hand back down to my clit, panting and moaning incoherently. I’d spent so much time wanting this, and having him deep inside me was better than I’d ever imagined.

I came hard, pleasure rolling through me violently, but he held me in place, taking his own pleasure as my cunt clenched around his cock.

We collapsed to the bed, laughing and kissing.

He muttered, “Okay, we’re definitely doing that again.”