Cocktease Quotes

“But cockteasing is also a metaphor: she is someone who will manipulate your inner self while holding hers back from you.”
― Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

“He unfastened his pants and shrugged off his shirt, baring his beautiful chest, the ripple of his abs, and the soft trail of hair leading below. "I was saving the best for last." He ground his palm over his erection.
"Tease." She couldn't tear her eyes away. "Take it all off."
"You're not in a position to make demands." But he didn't make her wait. Instead he lowered his zipper and pulled out his cock. Thick and hard, he was more than ready for her.
"Do you want this, sweetheart?"
She wasn't complaining about the term of endearment now. "Very much."
He gave a casual shrug that belied the evidence of his desire. "Maybe when I've finished my search."
"What else..." Her voice trailed off when he lay between her legs, slid off her panties, and placed her feet on his shoulders.
"The best things are found in the most secret places." He lowered his head. His tongue did the most wicked things that had her arching and twisting on the bed.
"Jay..." It was a plea. It was a demand.
"That's Mr. Dayal to you." Without warning, he slid two fingers deep inside her, his firm steady strokes making all her nerve endings fire at once. His tongue found her sensitive clit and her inner walls tightened around his fingers. She soared and peaked, her orgasm crashing through her body in a tidal wave of sensation.
Dazed, languid on the bed, she watched him shrug off his trousers and roll on a condom. "Did you find what you were looking for?"
"Not yet." He lifted her legs, spread them wide, opening her for him as he positioned himself between her thighs.
"You're very good at your job." Now that her body was sated, she was generous with her praise.
"And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he's willing to do anything to have her.”
― Sara Desai, The Singles Table

“Can you sharpen this for me, please?”

Logan leaned across the table and took the pencil from him. “You want me to play with your pencil, Tate?”

“Hilarious. The sharpener is right by you. You just have to pick it up and slide it in.”

As soon as the words left his mouth and Logan’s quirked into an arrogant line, Tate bit his tongue.

“Really? Did you really just say that to me?”

Feeling more comfortable than ever with Logan and this group, Tate shrugged and nodded. Time to give it to Logan as good as he gives.

“Yeah. Is there a problem? You just line it up...and slide it in.”

“You know, Tate—”

“Don't do it.” Tate cut him off as he moved his foot, the one he’d had sitting between Logan’s feet all night, so his shin bumped Logan’s calf.

“Do what?”

“Say something dirty. I know you're dying to, but just sharpen the pencil.”

Logan picked up the sharpener and made a big show of inserting the tip in the hole.

“Jesus,” Shelly muttered from beside Logan. “I thought Rachel and Cole were bad.”
― Ella Frank, Take

“I panted as he pulled me back through the entryway, hands on my waist, kissing the whole way, and collapsed backward onto the gray leather couch, which felt softer than my skin. I fell on top of him, straddling his lap. He kissed his way down my neck and across the collar of my blouse, leaving a trail of fire behind.
"Enough of that," I panted, ripping my shirt over my head. Thank goodness I'd worn a decent bra today---blue satin with a bow in the middle, not frayed or torn anywhere. He eyed it with a growl of approval, but maybe it wasn't a growl for the bra at all, because a moment of fumbling over my back and---pop---I shook off my now unfastened bra.
"And to think you didn't like me at first." He drank me in unabashedly, his eyes roaming from belly to breasts to nose to eyes, and each inch his eyes traveled made me feel more and more powerful. Like I could go anywhere, do anything.
Except all I wanted to do was right here. I ground against him, feeling his cock already hard and strong under his zipper. "Who says I like you now?"
He gasped and pulled me tighter onto him. "If this is what you do to people you don't like, what do you do to people you do like?"
I silenced him with another kiss as I rubbed up and down him again. Now my own sex was throbbing, and I sucked in a breath with every movement.
I kept moving up and down as he kissed my breasts, tongue tracing lightly over each nipple. When I couldn't take it anymore, I tumbled to the side, lying down on the couch and pulling him on top of me. Because his was an expensive couch and not the cheap one my old roommate had bought at Ikea, there was plenty of room for us to writhe without making me feel like I might topple off the edge.
He went down to kiss my breasts again... and kept going. His tongue slid down my stomach, did a lazy circle around my belly button. I clenched my teeth, holding back a beg for more as he slowly, slowly, way too slowly unzipped my skirt and tugged it down. I kicked it off, along with my underwear, when he reached my knees, nearly clipping him on the ear.
When I felt close to the edge, I reached down and pulled him up. My hand moved down and took over, zeroing in on just the right spot on my clit. It didn't take long. I shuddered against his shoulder, biting back a cry, then wondered why I was biting it back and let it out.
Breathing hard, my head collapsed back into the cushion. I was a little worried that now post-orgasm clarity would descend upon me and be like, What the hell are you doing, Julie? but the post-orgasm clarity seemed to approve. With a wink and a nudge, it made me pull away, and the desire roared back inside me. "That's why it's great to have a clitoris," I told Bennett. "Multiple orgasms.”
― Amanda Elliot, Best Served Hot

“The tip of my finger hooked under the top, and I pulled it slowly to the side, feeling the drag.
Lucian grunted, low and protracted, as though the sound could make me go faster. The reaction in my body was a delicious clenching of my sex. I arched into that sound, my lids fluttering as I tugged the top farther over, stopping right at the edge of my nipple. And he jerked, the water sloshing.
"Em..." The plea came out in a thick rasp. "Baby..."
The muscles along his arms bunched as he gripped the lip of the pool, as though trying to hold himself back.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“OMG, did he just sext you?"
Alisha clapped the phone to her chest, as good as clutching pearls. "No!"
"Yeah, right." Simone tilted her head sideways, gold hoops catching the light. "You're guilty as all get-out. What did he send you, a dick pic?"
The waitress sailed up to the table with a wide smile. Alisha slumped down in her seat, resisting the urge to continue the slide until she was hidden underneath the table. "What can I get for you ladies?"
How about two eggs with a side of mortification?
"I'll have an egg white spinach omelet," Simone said, holding loosely clasped hands by her cheek, her upturned face a ringer for a baroque saint. "But better bring my sister a smoothie, because she's so thirsty.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Digging Up Love

“Charles walks behind me and grasps my waist. "Somebody is crushing hard on somebody."
I turn to face him. "We need to crush other things," I say, pressing my body into his.
He wiggles his brows. "Oh, yeah?"
"Garlic," I say, pulling away and entering the restaurant.”
― Samantha Verant, The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique

“You climb out of the train with all your shit, you're a little groggy, a little discouraged. You're not expecting anyone to be there, then boom! Someone's there after all, at the end of the platform, waiting for you. Haven't you ever dreamt that would happen to you?"
"I don't dream."
"I don't dream," she repeated in a macho tone. "I don't dream and I don't like a cocktease. May that be a warning, babe."
He looked devastated.”
― Anna Gavalda, Hunting and Gathering

“I may be drunk. I may be high but I’m not fucking with your head at least. You have been misleading me from the first day we met.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“I need you, but not here." She looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. And then Dina took off at a run, rushing back through the trees toward the cottage.
Christ, the way her ass bounced up and down as she ran; he was ruined. He was going to make her scream his name, again and again.
She was making him chase her, and he was more than happy to. With a growl, Scott began to run, chasing Dina through the winding trees and onto the path to their cottage.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Best Hex Ever

“And I get to decide when you come." Ellis ground his cock against her core, knowing precisely what he was doing to her, knowing how the edges of an orgasm were already building. She was a bundle of nerves, ready to break. Ellis thrust hard against her once.
"Fuck!" Rosemary cried out, her orgasm so, so close. But then he pulled away. She contemplated begging.
"Does that all sound good to you, love?" Ellis asked, a boyish, mischievous, and all-too-smug expression on his face.
She nodded, even as she was slick with need.
"Good," Ellis smiled, before slanting his lips against hers once more.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“You're fucking soaked, love."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize. I love it. I love that I can do this to you." Ellis circled her clit with his fingers, his eyes on the road and right hand on the steering wheel.
"All this talk about kinks made you wet, didn't it, sweetheart? Imagining what I'm going to do to you?" His fingers dipped into the heat of her core as his thumbs continued to stroke her clit.
"Mmm, yes," she murmured, her head tipping back against the seat.
"You want to come for me, love?"
"Please."
Ellis fucked her with his hand, loving the deliciously filthy sound of it, until her body began to clench around him. Then he pulled his hand out, and sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting her, like honey and sea salt.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright