A/N: I guess I should warn you. It's about to get hot in here. And very ah... Citrus-y.
He's all hands and lips on every sliver of my bare skin. When we stumble into his room, he turns on all the lights, pushes me against the bathroom door.
I can't think, can't see straight. I'm blinded by red hot passion that's consuming me. My jacket is on the floor soon after that, his fingers toy with the rubber band in my hair until we're surrounded by a curtain of my dark, long hair. Masen's hands work their way under my long-sleeved T-shirt until his fingers leave a trail of heated sparks all over my sides. I let my hands wander over his chest, his neck and slip my fingers underneath his jacket, making it fall down his shoulders, meeting mine on the floor.
One of his legs is in between mine as he kisses me passionately. It's all tongue and teeth — aggressive and arousing. I can't get enough of him. As he picks me up, his hands on my ass as he grinds his hips into me. My back hits the door of the closet, hard and makes me gasp as I feel Masen's cock against the crotch seam of my vinyl leggings. His lips leave my own, trail lower as I lean my head back, giving him better access as he sucks my neck and bites. My eyes roll back in my head at the sting. I fucking love it. He's making me forget: the pain, the misery, the booze — everything. Right now it's just us and it's all I need.
"Bed…" I breathe, moaning as he traps me with his hard body. He holds me up by pushing me back and leaning into me, and one hand leaves my ass to cup my tit. I feel my nipples are hard against the lining of my bra, and as his thumb strokes, he finds out too. Masen's mouth leaves my neck and he breaks out in a mind numbing smirk that makes my pussy throb.
I kiss him again, one lingering kiss while he lets me unwrap my legs from his body and he sets me back down. As he nods to the bed, he whips his T-shirt off his head and throws it over my head. I don't see where it lands and I don't care. Instead, I push him back so he lands on the bed, arms behind him, holding up his upper body.
"Still not a date, Doe?" He asks me, his voice rough and prickling my senses.
"No." I let my eyes wander at his exposed position, his chest heaving, the ink coming alive on its magnificent canvas. "Dates mean romance. Complications. I don't want either."
"Then what do you want?" He leans back on his elbows, fingers laced together over his chiseled abs.
"I told you." I rip my shirt off and shake my hair back behind my shoulders, the ends tickling my spine. "You. I want you, fucking me." I utter. His liquid jewel eyes are fixed on my chest, and I wish I was wearing a more spicy bra instead of the simple black T-shirt one I pulled out of my clean pile of laundry that morning.
"Get here then, no romance. No complications. Just your pussy around my dick." Sitting up, he kisses my stomach and I feel my abs tighten. He licks lower, around my belly button, his tongue bar cool against heated skin, slow and torturous while his fingertips tease the waistband of my leggings.
"As hot as those are, take them off." He tugs but these pants fit me like a second skin, so he's taking too fucking long. I turn around, giving him a view of my vinyl-clad ass before I hook my thumbs into the material that clings to my hips. I slide them down, as slowly as he teased me, bending down way lower than I need and hear Masen gasps as I kick the pants off my legs.
"Dirty little girl, aren't you? Walking around with no panties on…" His hands grab my ass, massaging it in his hands before he kisses my cheeks.
"Can't have pantylines, Masen. That's trashy." I push my ass back, leaning into his touch before I feel his hands on my hips, urging me to turn around.
I stand between his parted legs. He's still wearing his jeans and boxers, while I'm standing in front of him in nothing but a black bra. I'm so wet I bet I can toss my leggings in the trash later.
"Smooth fucking pussy, you're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" His palm is on me and he groans, his eyes darkening as he doesn't let go of my gaze. "So fucking wet for me, baby?"
"Uh-uh." I grind into his hand, seeking friction, something to take the edge off. His digits glide through my wetness before he inserts two fingers and his breathing is harsh, labored almost before they create a rhythm that's driving me insane. He's too slow, and judging by the look on his face as he watches me squirm, he knows all too well what he's doing to me.
"Harder." I beg, throwing my head back, my knees almost buckling as his fingers start fucking me in exactly the way I want.
"You like to be fucked hard, Doe?" His voice is liquid sex, his eyes on his fingers that set me on fire.
"Fuck yes." I gasp as Masen curls his fingers, using his other hand to rub his cock through his pants. He's so fucking hard and I almost come undone at his shameless move.
"How about you show me how hard you like it." His fingers stop moving and I almost yell out of pure frustration. He leaves me hanging when I almost toppled over, when I felt my insides wind tighter and tighter just before I came.
Masen licks his fingers, swirling his piercing around as he sucks me off his skin, a low rumble in his throat.
"You taste as good as you look. Now come and ride my dick, see if you feel just as magnificent." Masen unbuckles his belt and gets rid of the layers that shield him from my view. He still has his pants on though, so I kiss him while my hands try and pry the fabric from his legs, uncovering more ink — more art, more of him.
"Condom?" I ask. He runs a hand through his hair and nods to his bag on one of the chairs by the table. I feel his eyes leave scorching hot marks on my bare ass as I walk over there and as I turn my head to look at him, he's stroking himself, cock thick and ready.
I toss him the condom and watch as he tears open the foil, and rolls down the latex on his length. He's impressive, making me think back to the way it felt to have him in my mouth. I straddle Masen's legs while he's sitting up, bare feet on the carpet beneath us.
"You want to go on, or can I have it now?" I motion to his hand, tight grip on himself as he watches me, eyes hooded. He smiles and makes my heart skip a beat.
"All yours, baby. Show me how you like to be fucked." Masen places his hands next to him, arms stretched and fingers digging into the sheets.
My chest hits Masen's and I sink down as I hold his cock at the base, giving him a little squeeze that's followed by a sharp intake of breath. I feel his tip at my entrance and tease him, running along my slit, my wetness before I let him slide inside. I go slow, savoring the stretching and the exquisite feeling of him filling my pussy completely. When we're flush against one another, I open my eyes and stare at the way he's biting his lower lip, watching its color darken until I'm afraid he'll break the skin.
"What's wrong, Masen?" I tease, licking the spot underneath his ear, amused by the shiver that's running through him as I do.
"Fucking perfect pussy squeezing my dick, but I wouldn't call that wrong." He utters.
I move again, lifting my ass until he's almost all the way out of me until I crash down hard again, feeling my pelvic muscles contract around him. He's not wrong, it's perfect. He grabs my hips and thrusts up, my clit against his pelvic bone — again and again until I start to see stars. My thigh muscles ache, the sound of skin slapping against skin only turning me on more, getting me even wetter. He reaches around my back and unfastens my bra, the straps falling around my arms as the material gets stuck between our bodies. The rush is better than anything I ever had. I'm drunk on lust, aching for more.
"I — I need… Harder, fuck!" Masen grabs me roughly and gets me off of him. He stands and pulls my leg until my ass sits at the edge of the bed.
"Strap in, baby." He whispers against my ear, his warm breath fanning over my neck. I get on my knees, upper body low until he pushes me down by grabbing a fistful of my hair, shoving my face into the mattress while my ass is in the air.
Without any words, he slams into me, making me cry out. He feels so fucking good, he's fucking me so perfectly my vision gets blurry. Masen moves roughly, deliberate strokes that hit me just right every fucking time, inching me closer and closer to that delicious egde, on the verge of coming harder than I ever have in my life.
He moves me up the bed and I feel the mattress sink in under the weight of his knee. His hands are on my hips, fingers digging in so hard I hope they leave bruises. He slaps my ass — hard and the sound echoes through my ears before he grabs the back of my neck, pushes me down harder. I can't move because of this sensation running through me, my body slick with sweat and my own arousal. I'm so fucking loud, but I can't control it. Every one of his thrusts brings me closer, pulls the sound out of me like I don't have a fucking choice.
Masen's groaning, pounding into me hard, his balls slapping against my ass as I clutch the white, cotton sheets into my fists.
"Get any tighter and I might lose fucking circulation." He grunts, fingers gripping my hair even harder, tugging all the while he's holding me down — using me. It feels glorious. It makes me forget.
I gasp as I feel my orgasm sneak up on me, overpowering as it builds and builds, getting me so fucking high I don't want this to ever end.
"That's it, baby. Milk my fucking cock. Come all over me, baby." His words are my undoing, driving me over the edge and I crash down into a million pieces, pulling the sheet off the fucking bed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I chant as I orgasm, spasming around him.
"Yes, that's fucking it. I can feel you, so fucking tight." He's talking more to himself than to me, voice strained and I wish I could see him. Masen let go after a few more thrusts, both hands on my hips, keeping me in place. He's panting and I can feel the way his heart thunders in his chest as he's leaning his upper body against my back, arms stretched out next to me.
"Jesus," he breathes heavily. My head was still foggy, my mind blown at his ridiculous skills.
"This pussy is fucking gold." He kisses the middle of my back before he pulls out and I wish I could feel his cum drip down my thighs. Instead, I roll over and watch the ceiling as I hear him dispose of the condom in the bathroom bin. I lay there, knees bent and my arms across my stomach, noticing the way my body comes down from the high.
"You want to stay over?" He opens the fridge under the desk. I hear a cap screw open and smell it before I look up.
Scotch.
He only realizes what he's doing when he walks over in his naked glory and offers me the bottle.
It's expensive whisky, too, not the kind you find in a 24/7 store. I watch the amber liquid swish around the glass bottle before Masen's eyes widen.
"Fuck, I'm sorry… I wasn't thinking."
I watch him walk off, stare at his perky ass as he leans down and puts the bottle back into the fridge, coming back with sparkling water instead.
As I sit up and empty half of the bottle, I hear his lighter click. His back is turned my way as he opens the window. I see the cigarette dangle between his lips in the reflection and get off the bed, walking over to him, pressing my tits against his back.
"So?" He asks again.
"Yeah, I'll stay."
His head turns and he offers me his cigarette. As I take a drag he tries to hide a smile but I know. I know he's glad I'm staying, and so am I.
I'm afraid this is a date after all.
So they did it ... I wonder what happens next...
Cold shower, anyone?
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