Another prompted challenge for you all to enjoy.
Came from a typo, but the challenge was accepted and completed anyways :)
It's a short one.
It was mesmerizing the way her hand was moving.
But it shouldn't be. So, he tried to look away and turn his attention to something else. But he could still see the movements out of the corner of his eye. So his gaze went back.
The movements were so rhythmic. The grip required for them was so steady and sure.
He couldn't look away again, but if he was caught staring at what she was doing then it could spell trouble considering who he was surrounded by.
This was wildly inappropriate, and he couldn't help it; her movements were perfect.
If she is making those movements right now, but firmly gripping a certain hard part of his anatomy instead of a potato masher then he would be adding his own salt to that dish shortly.
His attraction to her was growing so steadily over the past few months since he'd seen her snogging Dean in the corridor. Erotic images of what he'd do to her if he had her alone to himself in a corridor had flooded his dreams and he couldn't shake them.
She wasn't just pretty. She was fucking hot, and he wanted her to be touching him under this table. Not be on the opposite side of it from him rhythmically mashing those potatoes with her up and down movements and never-ending stamina.
He'd managed to swallow down most of his breakfast while he watched his odd little fetish show before him. Everyone else was still engaged in conversation and bacon, besides her. Now was when he could make a break for it to get some relief.
He let out a cough and excused himself from the table to head up and wash up. Pushing back from the table he tried to walk as casually as possible while hiding his erection. His pajama bottoms were not the best material for hiding such a problem, but had he been whatsoever successful in Divination class and know that Ginny was going to be making erotically suggestive movements in front of him for the duration of breakfast, then he wouldn't have worn them downstairs.
He bee-lined it for the bathroom, which was mercifully vacant at the moment and locked the door before turning on the shower.
He couldn't wait for the water to heat up before he pulled his shirt off and plunged his hand into his pants to grip himself, biting his tongue to stop the relieved groan he wanted to let out. He shimmied his bottoms to the floor and kept stroking himself, imagining it was her touching him there.
She would be able to do it like this. Her grip would be just as firm. He wouldn't have to show her how he liked it. She'd just been demonstrating the exact way he wanted it.
Stepping into the shower he continued his movements and pulled up the image of her in the corridor back at Hogwarts with him, her lips firmly against his. Her one hand would be on his erection and the other gripping the hair on the back of his head.
No, wait.
They would be exactly where he'd seen her a minute ago.
Late at night.
She'd be getting dinner prep done for the following day, everyone else was gone to sleep. A deep sleep, and the two of them could be as loud as they wanted because no one would be able to hear them.
She'd be standing up at the counter this time and he would come up behind her while she was working away at those potatoes.
He kept stroking as he recalled the scent of her hair. Not too difficult to do that, she had been the last to use the shower before him and her shampoo lingered. His cock twitched in his hand realizing her scent surrounded him and he gave a harder thrust into it knowing she'd been naked in this tub only a short while ago.
Fantasy him would press himself up against her back. She would look over her shoulder at him, smirking about the fact that her teasing had done its job. She'd be pleased that he was so hard and pressed flush against her bum. In fact, she'd be rocking her bum against his erection in time with the movement of her mashing.
He would pull her hair to one side, so her bare neck was exposed and lean down to kiss it. Then he would hum in pleasure at the taste of her flesh on his tongue, matching her own hum of satisfaction from having his mouth on her.
Her rocking movements against him won't cease for a moment as she dips a finger into the bowl in front of her and she brings a little dollop of the mash up, smearing it on the skin he'd just had in his mouth.
Gripping her hips harder to rock more firmly against her glorious ass he would lower his mouth again, licking every particle of potato off of her while she moans with pleasure.
His hand went down to tug at his balls while the other one continued stroking. This little scene he was playing out in his mind was infinitely better than any naked pin up photo he'd come across.
Now they're naked in the same position. She takes another dollop of the mashing and turns around, pushing the pot away. His erection is now pressed right up against her belly and there'd be this look in her eye that she gets when she's determined.
Slowly she lowers her finger, wiping a line of mash down the front of her chest between her breasts and licking her lips in anticipation and invitation.
He could lick it off first, but he wouldn't be able to wait anymore. He'd lift her up and set her on the counter that is the perfect height for him to bury himself in her ready and glistening opening. Both of them are eager for it. She would grab hold of his erection and stroke it in the manner that put them in this situation in the first place until he couldn't take it anymore. Then he'd remove her hand and plunge himself completely inside her.
Both of them would cry out in pleasure at the feeling.
His strokes were going faster and deliberate now at the fantasy with the hint of aggression that was his body telling him it wasn't playing around time anymore. The teasing was over and his cock demanded satisfaction and release.
He'd dip his head while he fucked her on the counter and start licking the mash of her breasts.
She'd arch back to allow him more access and he'd lick every part of her chest he could reach. As the last essence of mashed potato was cleaned up, she'd cry out his name in ecstasy. Then he'd follow her right over that cliff.
He jerked forward as his load shot out of him in the shower, biting both of his lips so he didn't cry out her name.
Slowly his breath returned to normal and his lust filled brain cleared of the haze.
He was never going to look at potatoes the same way again.