Hunger
Her breath is sweet and hot against his skin as they stumble down the hall, laughing and holding each other up from a long night of drinking. Usually he's a sad drunk; the type to sit alone at the bar and wallow in his own self pity while everyone around him is lively and cheerful. But when she's around, when she's drinking with him, everything becomes so much more brighter. She makes him laugh with her cute little hiccups and slurred jokes. He doesn't mind dancing sloppily to some old pop song with her while she tells him how glad she is to have met him and wraps an arm around his neck, spilling her drink. He actually enjoys himself for once.
His arm is around her waist as she fumbles for her key, the constant electric hum of the fluorescent lights above them is the soundtrack for the night. She slides the key into the lock and the door opens with the touch of her palm. His hands hold onto her hips and she sways them as she walks. Usually they aren't so touchy, but the alcohol has gotten to them both and he can't seem to keep his hands off of her. She's not complaining, she too is caressing his neck and shoulders as they slip into her apartment, kicking off their shoes in a hurry at the door and tossing their jackets to the side.
It's dark in her apartment as they stumble towards the couch, hands plastered to each other and breath hot against each other's necks. He feels her hand on his chest, pushing him back onto the couch. She laughs, he has no idea why, but he laughs along with her and tugs her down with him.
Suddenly she's kissing him, her lips crushing against his in drunken fervor. Isaac's eyes widen and he blanks out for a moment, unsure of how to react. He's known her for what seems like forever but it really hasn't been that long. Ellie makes a soft "Mmm" as she nibbles on his bottom lip. He's intoxicated by it, probably worse than the alcohol in his system and immediately he cups her face in his hands and kisses her back. Her hands are slipping down his chest and her lips taste like a mixture of rum and mint toothpaste. He slips his fingers into her hair and sucks in a deep breath, chest rising and falling in time with hers.
He notices for the first time she's wearing something other than her usual drinking attire of jeans and t-shirt. He can feel silky fabric around her hips and stomach, his hands are exploring parts of her body he wouldn't dare touch if he were sober. Did she plan this? Her soft, heavy breaths are edging him on, giving him a reason to keep going. He wonders if he should ask if it's alright with her, if maybe they shouldn't be doing this, but she kisses his neck again and all worry is thrown out the window.
Isaac's fingers are tangled in her locks of dark brown hair as she presses her lipsticked lips against his jawline and down his neck. He feels her hands reach his belt and grasp it tightly, nails shining in the dark. He gasps and she giggles under her breath as the sound of his belt buckle being undone breaks the silence.
Ellie quickly moves to his shirt collar, staining it red with splotches of lipstick as her hands play with the hem of the shirt. Isaac looks down at her as she looks up at him, one eye still missing, he pushes the guilt out of his head for once to enjoy the seductive plea she's giving him with her gaze. "You don't need this shirt on right now, right?" She slurs, smirking up at him as her hands curl around the hem.
He swallows the lump in his throat and nods, "Yeah, I, uh... I mean, no! No, I don't need it..."
She giggles and begins pulling the shirt up and over his head. He helps her by wiggling free from the offending garment and tossing it on the floor for her. His mind runs in overdrive as she immediately latches her lips onto his collarbone and works her way down his chest and stomach, one hand fiddling with his belt again and the other tracing small shapes into his skin with her nails. He can't help but let out a shuddering sigh as she teases him.
He never thought she'd be this assertive. Well, of course, he knows how assertive she could be, but he always imagined her a little more submissive when it came to this sort of thing. He immediately tenses up the moment he realizes that he catches himself thinking of her like that. Not that he hadn't before, but he always catches himself and quickly reprimands himself for doing so, Ellie is his best friend, not his girlfriend. And as attractive as she is, he doesn't want to push her into something she isn't ready for, let alone he himself isn't ready for.
But it's a little too late now, isn't it? She's tugging his jeans down past his hips, the folds of fabric in his boxers clearly showing his arousal underneath. Ellie smirks up at him again and brushes her hand against his inner thigh, causing him to gasp yet again. There's a gleam in her eye as she teases him more, a sort of hunger burning inside her. Isaac is lost in her gaze for a moment, he wants to tell her he's in love with her and has been for a very long time now, but the words are lost on his lips and all he can muster is a soft guttural grunt. This is the alcohol talking, he's sure of it, but he can feel the hunger too. He nods softly and she tugs the waistband of his boxers down.
She's on her knees at his feet, her head tilted to the side and her hands caressing every inch of skin of his inner thighs, hips and lower abdomen. He sucks in a deep breath and lets his jaw fall slack as he feels her breath on his manhood. The blood is coursing through his veins at alarming speeds, he can feel his heartbeat speed up in his chest. It's running through him so fast he swears if he wasn't sitting down he'd be lightheaded and she hasn't even done anything yet.
Ellie looks up at him innocently, her lips parting slowly in a seductive pout that makes his face heat up like the flames of the sun. She reaches over and runs a finger up the shaft and immediately he lets out a small whimpering moan. Ellie huffs her approval at his response and quickly continues to massage the fleshy shaft, grasping it gently in her hand and stroking it gently.
Isaac shuts his eyes, he can hardly believe what's going on, let alone comprehend who is making him feel so wonderful. He curls into her stroke, arching his back. Ellie lets out another small noise of approval and works him a little faster. She doesn't say anything else, instead letting his soft grunts and moans play out as the background noise to their little adventure.
He tilts his head back and smiles, looking down into her eye. She doesn't dare break eye contact with him, biting her lip to keep from smiling too widely. She licks her lips and leans in closer, fingers teasing the head softly, she feels him twitch in her hand. In a moment she closes her eyes and parts her lips once more, tongue flicking out to run along his skin. Isaac throws his head back, mouth agape and eyes shut tight. His fingers curl into her hair again as she dips down to take him in her mouth. Her lips feel soft against his skin, her mouth his warm and wet. It's driving him absolutely insane how good this feels.
She swirls her tongue around his member and he moans, tugging gently at her hair. It's a silent signal to her that he wants her to keep going, so she dips down a little farther, taking more of him into her mouth. Isaac moans again, a little louder this time, and his face burns red. He can't believe this is actually happening. He feels like the luckiest man alive. He hears a muffled giggle from Ellie, and as if she's been reading his mind, she slowly wraps her lips around him tightly. Her head bobs up and down at a steady pace, his fingers curling and uncurling in her hair with each stroke of her lips.
She's making more "Mmm" noises now. And he can hardly take it anymore, there's a hunger rumbling in his core for her. He wants to devour her from the inside out, expressed vocally through a throaty groan that leaves his lips as she works him with her mouth. His hips buck up to meet with her lips and she gladly takes all of him. He can feel his climax coming close, he's almost ready, but she's pulling away and -
When she pulls away and looks up at him, she still has that seductive glare and she reaches up to wipe her mouth of any offending saliva, smudging what's left of her lipstick across her cheek in the process. "Well?" She asks, a brow raising in triumphant cockiness. She knows damn well what he thought of that; he's speechless as he stares dumbfounded at her for a moment. "That good, huh?"
Isaac shakes out of it and laughs softly, "Y-yeah, I, uh... I haven't had something like that happen to me in a while... but, why'd you stop?"
He already knows that answer, but she indulges him anyways.
"You 'ought you were gonna be the only one 'aving fun here? Really now, Isaac? 'ow fair is that?" She slurs and he suddenly notices her accent is thicker when she's drunk.
He shakes his head quickly and immediately cups her face in his hands, pulling her up onto his lap again. His heart is still beating wildly, he's never felt so passionate about someone as he does now. Perhaps once, a long time ago, when she had snow white skin and hair as blonde as the sun itself, but that was in the past and he's more than ready to move on now. He kisses Ellie's lips, runs his fingers along her caramel skin, drunkenly counts the tiny freckles on her cheeks, and stares into the deep blue eye he feels so guilty about. His rough, calloused hands caress the skin of her arms and neck softly as he slips his tongue past her lips. She's breathing heavily now, her chest heaving with each whimper that threatens to escape her. Isaac's hands land on the silky top and he stops to look up at her for permission to continue.
Ellie nods quickly, and his hands almost immediately start fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. After a few embarrassingly long minutes, he manages to strip her of her shirt and he kisses her chest, hands running along the lace of her black bra. A fleeting wonder if she's wearing matching panties runs through his head but he is too distracted to keep that thought for long. She's mumbling his name under her breath and encouraging him to go on. Isaac's lips make their way to her neck again and he breathes in deeply, the scent of warm vanilla and cinnamon fill his lungs.
Her arms are wrapping lovingly around his neck, her fingers threading through the matted greying hair at the top of his head. He loves the feel of her fingernails scratching lightly against his scalp, the sound of her heated breaths and the way her chest pushes up against his. He loves everything about her and he's going to indulge in this moment for as long as he possibly can, for fear he may never get a chance like this again.
He feels his arms wrapping around her waist and hands cupping her ass roughly. He knows the layout of her apartment like the back of his hand (having spent many hours helping her around the house just so he wouldn't have to go home to an empty apartment and dwell in his own thoughts) so he lifts her up, kicking his jeans and boxers away and carries her across the room to her bedroom. Her legs clamp around him as he walks and he holds onto her tightly so she won't fall, they sway slightly.
"Isaac," Ellie whispers, "I'm so happy..."
He crosses the threshold and heads for her bed. "Yeah... Me too."
"No.. Isaac, I'm real fuckin' happy right now," She says as he gently lays her down, her hair falls in waves around her head. She looks like a goddamn angel.
"You won't believe how happy I am right now, Ellie," He murmurs into her skin, fingers curling around the waistband of the leggings she's wearing.
"Mmm, Isaac... I want to feel good too," She mumbles.
He smirks softly; he'll do his best to make her feel like the queen of the whole fucking universe and he'll stop at nothing until she does. He begins pulling her pants off, revealing the matching lace undies he'd been wondering about. He hears her giggle again, music to his ears. Her chest is rising and falling quickly, the smile spreading across her face is addicting. He wants to make sure it stays there for the whole damn night.
His fingertips glide up her legs, lingering at her hips for a brief moment before gently caressing the lace waistband of the panties as he drunkenly admires her. He's so in love with her at this moment that he doesn't care if this some how ruins their relationship. He doesn't see how it will though, if anything they could just claim this as a drunken mistake and swear it'll never happen again. A secret to share between the two of them.
Ellie gazes up at him through a heavy lidded eye and bites her lip in a teasing gesture. "Isaaaaac~" She sings, one hand tangling through her hair and the other running down his chest. "Don't keep me waiting~"
He suddenly realizes he's been staring at her this whole time. Shaking from his daydream, he lets out a soft chuckle and loops the waistband around his thumbs. Ellie wiggles her hips excitedly at the thought and gives him the most adorable smile as he slowly pulls the panties down over the freckled hips.
It isn't like he hasn't seen her barely dressed before; having had to share motel rooms over the past year and a half, they had easily gotten comfortable around each other to dress and undress in front of each other. But here and now, it is a whole new experience. He notices things he's never noticed before; the tiny freckles from her cheeks are matched by the ones on her hips, and the smooth softness of her skin is intoxicatingly wonderful.
The panties are tossed to the side, and her legs are spread slowly. Isaac kisses her inner thigh, hears her giggle as his unshaven face tickles her legs. His hands caress every inch of skin he can reach as his lips make their way to the tiny tuft of hair above the mound of flesh between her legs. He listens to her breathing, cracking open his icy blue eyes to look up at her; waiting for her approval.
She stares into his eyes for a moment before quickly nodding, bucking her hips as an extra display of encouragement. That familiar smirk of his suddenly flashes across his face and he dips down again with fervent determinism. His tongue juts out and gently tastes her, gliding the length of her slit. He hears an audible "ahh" come from her lungs and he smiles inwardly.
He continues to tease and lick, his hands grabbing her ass as she wiggles from under him and moans his name. She's driving him mad, her scent, her taste, her everything. She arches her back and lets out a small "Oh!" as he feels a shiver run through her and the lips of her womanhood quiver around his tongue.
Isaac pulls away to look up at her. "You alright?" He asks, wiping off his mouth the same way she did earlier. Ellie nods and smiles up at him dreamily.
"Isaac?" She seems a little nervous all of a sudden.
"Yes?"
"I... I've kind of... I've been wanting this to happen for awhile now," She confesses. There's a small blush to her cheeks as she speaks and Isaac can't help but smile at that.
"Have you now?" He teases, shifting so he's face to face with her. She immediately covers her face with her hands and nods softly, laughing again. Isaac shifts his weight and gently pulls her hands away. It must be the alcohol but he leans down and kisses her softly before continuing, "I'll let you in on a little secret."
"Hmm?" She raises a brow at that.
"I did too."
"R-really?!"
"Mhm," another nod of his head.
"It just... Brilliant. I thought I was the only one... You're just always so... hushed about things, that I bloody well thought you didn't even think of me that way and I.." She's rambling on, still obviously drunk. Isaac just watches her, smiling. He can't help it, she's gorgeous and so precious when she does it.
"Anyways, we've been chatting each other up lately and we've sort of been acting less like mates y'know - getting closer and all that bollocks and I thought... I dunno, it just seemed like this was bound to happen. Like it was meant to be," She finished.
"You're drunk, Ellie," Isaac laughed.
"You are too, you old bastard! Now shut the bloody fuck up and bang me."
Same old Ellie. "Yes Ma'am!" Isaac replied, smirking. He leans down and kisses her neck, ignoring her meaningless insult. She immediately reaches up and threads her fingers through his hair. His erection is grinding against the inside of her leg and he feels her wiggle her hips again, a sign telling him to hurry up.
Holding himself up with one hand and he gently guides his manhood to her entrance. He's nervous of course, heart pounding as the anticipation slowly eats away at him. Should they really be doing this? She just said she wanted this - for awhile now - so why is he so damn nervous?
She kisses him again and all his worries wash away. He thrusts slowly, feeling her tighten up around him, watching as she reacts just as he hoped she would; head thrown back, eyes closed and chest rising and falling with each heated breath she takes.
He eases in slowly, not wanting to take things too quickly. But her legs clamp around his waist and pull him in further. He lets out a small gasp and grunts, the euphoric feeling that's running through his veins at the moment heightens with her low, guttural moan. He begins to thrust slowly, rocking his hips to meet with hers. Ellie is panting, her fingers and toes curling with each thrust.
She's feeding him what he desires but Isaac is a greedy man and wants more, his teeth dragging against her collarbone and rough skinned hand pulling down the bra to reveal her breasts. Ellie is lost in a daze of endorphins as he begins thrusting just a little faster, his lips against an exposed nipple now. She arches her back just a bit and begins to rock her hips in time with his, building up the feeling he's causing inside her.
This feeling is pushing him over the edge, he can feel himself nearing his climax already. But, not wanting to disappoint, he pushes on, focusing on making her satisfied first. He bites the inside of his cheek and thrusts harder, the tiny moans and whimpers becoming a symphony to him. She's digging her nails into his skin, the pain is masked by pleasure. He can't handle this anymore, but Isaac isn't one to give in just yet.
Ellie suddenly clamps up, head thrown back again and loud moan leaving her lungs as she shudders and tightens around him even more than she already has. Her climax lasts for a few more minutes before she relaxes and falls back into the pillows. Isaac keeps pumping, relieved he can finally come too and quickly does so, pulling away just in time.
He falls onto the bed beside her, panting softly as she cleans up a bit. He turns his head to look at her, a small smile appearing on his shaggy face. She returns it, nuzzling up close to him and pulling the sheets up over her shoulders.
"So..." He muses, putting his arm around her. "Guess this means I'm staying the night?"
She chuckles sleepily then yawned, "As long as you want to."
Of course he does. He watches her in his arms, curled up with her eyes closed, she falls asleep almost instantly. Isaac sighs happily and pulls Ellie just a little closer. It may be a little awkward in the morning after they've slept the alcohol off, and they might act all embarrassed around each other for a few days afterwards, but all that matters now to Isaac is that smile on Ellie's sleeping face.
He brushes the hair out of her face, pecks her cheek and closes his eyes. Hunger satisfied, he waits for sleep to take him too.
A/N: Hey so this took me a while to write. I'm not the best at smut to be completely honest, but I tried. So I had to update the rating of the story so as not to break any rules here of the . Anyways here's a drabble. This is literally 8 and a half pages long. I'm so sorry. I'm so dang sorry.
