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Post by Marcus Huang on Nov 2, 2019 13:52:45 GMT -5
Prompt: “Don’t be gentle.”
Ever since Marcus had gone a bit too hard with Kaitlyn after the unfortunate night that had included a run in with Cade, he had been much more careful with his girlfriend. He knew what she had said, that she didn’t mind and that she had enjoyed herself a lot. Nonetheless, he had made share not to do anything that would mark her up like that again. She’d been too sore anyway to try and go harder than usual - not only that but she’d been enjoying the attention that he’d been giving her since.
Tonight though, she seemed to be in more of a pushy mood. He should have expected it to be honest, with the way that she’d pretty much jumped him as he walked in the door after his run. He was still sweaty and had planned to head directly to the shower.
Instead, Kaitlyn had come out of the bedroom in just a lacy piece of fabric that clung to her curves in the most appealing way and left little to the imagination. He’d stopped in his tracks, staring slightly as his mouth went dry.
“Like what you see?” she asked tauntingly, looking up at him from under her lashes in a way that sent a throb of need straight to his groin.
Already he was stepping closer to her, his hands grabbing onto her waist and pulling her flush against him. “I do,” he answered, his voice low as he looked down at her.
“Well then,” she started, her own hands moving to his shirt to pull it up and off of him. Then she leaned forward and licked a drop of sweat from his collarbone. The action caused him to groan as he felt himself grow harder, imagining the way that tongue would feel on him. “I think you should consider delaying your shower.” Her hand was snaking down his body, slipping past the waistband of his shorts and into his boxer briefs.
Instinctively he pushed closer to her touch, wanting more of it. More of her. “I can do that,” he answered, moving so that he could press his lips against her own in a deep and hungry kiss. She was instantly returning it, pressing herself fully against him and pushing her tongue into his mouth as her hand started pumping him. Growling he reached down to her thighs, pulling her up into his arms and making the sort walk to his bedroom.
There was no hiding his need for her now and he quickly got her laid down on the bed, setting her onto it and then getting out of his shorts and boxer briefs. Once he was nude, he got into bed on top of her. She was looking down at him, biting her lip as he looked down at her. For a moment he thought about getting the lingerie off of her but then decided that he definitely didn’t need to. It was crotchless, and there was something really alluring about the sheer fabric that stretched across her breasts, her nipples poking out in a way that made him want to capture them with his lips.
“Are you just going to stare or are you going to fuck me?” she demanded, her leg wrapping around his hip as she attempted to bring him closer.
“Someone isn’t very patient today,” he answered, though he did move his hand to her heated skin to try and make sure that she was ready. Unsurprisingly, she seemed to be very wet already. Even so he pushed a couple of fingers inside of her, pumping them and almost swearing from how ready she seemed. “Should I ask what you were doing while I was out for a run?”
She rolled her hips into his hand, clearly trying to get more out of his actions. “If this is the thanks I get, for making an effort,” she started, her breathing more picked up. “Then you don’t deserve it.”
“Oh, I think I can change your mind on that,” he answered, moving his thumb to flick at her clit in the way that she always loved. As expected, he got a moan out of her as a result.
“Marcus,” her voice was strained, trying to be demanding but with a hint of whine that was unavoidable. “Just fuck me.” Her hand had wrapped around him again, was gripping slightly tighter to him.
He wanted her too much to ignore it, so he removed his fingers from inside of her and took her hand off of him so that he could push inside of her. Her legs wrapped tightly around him as she started rocking her hips against his. He started at a decent pace too, knowing that this was not going to be drawn out process.
She let out a few moans of satisfaction, though she was trying to push him to go more. “Faster,” she demanded. He gave her that, picking up his speed. For a few moments she seemed sated but then she was pushing more. “Harder.”
Still conscious of the last time that he’d gone too hard, he decided to just put a little more into it, groaning himself from the spike of pleasure that came along with it.
“Harder,” she gasped, not happy with the effort that he was putting in. Although he certainly felt good inside of her, she knew that he was capable of doing more and she wanted it. Even when he seemed to put a bit more effort into it, she knew that he was holding back. “Marcus,” she was panting as he palmed her breasts. “Don’t be gentle.”
“This is not gentle,” he shot back, nibbling on her collarbone as his hips thrust against her own. He was sweating again in the effort that he was putting in and she was too underneath him.
“Fine,” she gasped, her fingers threading through his hair as her back arched into him. “But give me more. I can take it. I want it.”
It was hard to deny her when she was like this, her blue eyes looking up into his darkened by lust. Instead of trying to argue with her, he kept going as he was, his lips moving to trail up the side of her neck where he taunted the weaker spots there until he’d reached her ear. At that point he breathed into it, flicking the lobe with his tongue. “Is this not enough?”
She was shaking beneath him, still doing her best to keep up with him and he could feel the way that she tensed slightly at his words. “No,” she gasped out. “I need more.”
“More?” he questioned, keeping still at the same pace - which was already more than decent. It was certainly getting him there, or would be soon enough. “Don’t you think-” He took in a few quick breaths. “That’s a bit selfish?”
She gasped as he hit a particularly good spot. “So I’m. Selfish.” Her nails were grazing his scalp and he could tell that despite her demands of wanting more she was having no trouble getting pleasure out of his current ministrations. “I want to be fucked harder.”
“Well I don’t know that I should be so good to someone selfish,” he mused, his breathing still breaking apart the sentences as he kept at his current pace.
“I’ll make it up to you,” she suggested, her breathing picking up some more. “Just please, a bit harder.”
“You will?” he asked, nibbling on her ear as she shivered beneath him.
“You know I will,” she gasped, trying to pick up the pace some more. “I’ll blow you just wearing this.”
The mental image of her on her knees in this lingerie was too much for him to handle, too good to resist so he went ahead and did what she wanted - gave her just a bit more. Still not doing enough to hurt her but putting in more effort to pound against her and it seemed to work because only a few moments later she was going over the edge.
He slowed as she rode out her orgasm, trying not to do her any harm with how sensitive she might be but it didn’t take long for her to start moving against him again. “Come on,” she said. “Give me more.”
That was all that he needed to start moving against her again, wanting to get to the point where he could let go himself. The tension was building up higher too much faster but he wanted to be able to make sure that Kaitlyn would get a second release if he could, so he went ahead and moved his hand down her body. His fingers moved to her clit, moving against it in the way that caused her to moan underneath him.
“Marcus,” she gasped, her body arching closer to his as the tension built higher in her lower stomach again. Her fingers were tangled into his hair once more, pulling at it as she was trying to keep moving with him. “Come for me.”
That was all it took for him to go over the edge, swearing as he bucked his hips against her own a few times and kept trying to get her to let go as well. She did, gasping and moaning as he came to a halt, burying his face into her neck and taking in a few calming breaths. With a sigh he pulled himself out of her and rolled onto his back, looking over at the blonde who was significantly less put together looking now. “Satisfied?”
“For now,” she answered, rolling to curl up to him and closing her eyes. “We’ll see what happens later.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle as he wrapped an arm around her. “I look forward to it.” Hopefully it would be after he had enough time to recover.
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Post by Dominic Wilde on Nov 2, 2019 17:55:35 GMT -5
Prompt “On all fours, right now.” As Dom and Ella had gotten more serious in their relationship, she became a visitor to the firehouse in the same frequency that Audrey visited Shawn. Honestly, he enjoyed having her stop by. It broke up his day and well, he tended to miss her while he was on a twenty four hour shift. On days when she hinted that she might stop by it was possible that he worked out more regularly, or made sure that he was going to be in the gym area around the general time that she usually would stop by because he knew that it always served the purpose of getting her turned on. Sometimes she tried to deny it, but he was very aware of the effect that he had on her.
He should have expected that she would have picked up on it too, because she was in the business of studying people. Of trying to understand them and figure out why they acted the way that they did. So after a few visits when he happened to be working out especially after she'd said that she might swing by she confronted him. Or she'd tried to do so, but just as she asked the question on to why he did it on purpose a call came in and he was saved from having to answer. He'd winked and gave her a brief kiss before saying that he'd see her the next day and running off to go and get ready to respond to the call. The rest of the night was luckily pretty quiet and he managed to get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep, so he only headed home for a brief nap because Ella had a morning class anyway.
Then, once he'd woken up, showered, and texted to make sure that Ella was good with him coming over. After getting the okay, he made his way to her small studio apartment and walked in after a brief knock on the door.
"Hey babe," he greeted her, going to give her a kiss as she stood up from her desk where she appeared to have been working on a paper.
"Hey," she answered, returning the kiss. They'd texted some, so she didn't have to ask about what the rest of his shift had been like. "Don't think that I forgot about my question. Why do you purposefully make sure you're working out when I come to visit?"
"Oh, I think you know why," he grinned, giving her a playful wink.
At that she attempted to give him an unimpressed look. "Okay, so you are being rude on purpose. Because you know that we can't do anything at the firehouse and then I have to go home after seeing you all rippling muscles and covered in sweat."
"Well, have to make sure you miss me while I'm working," he reasoned, shrugging as if it was just common knowledge. His arms wrapped securely around her, pulling her closer to him as he looked down at her.
"Oh, in that case I guess next time I'll just have to come by in something that makes you miss me while you're working," she countered.
"I already miss you when I'm working," he answered without missing a beat.
For a second she melted a little, then she stopped herself. "Well, then I'll have to make you miss me in the same way that you're making me miss you."
"You mean, you'll try to get me horny for you?"
"So you think that I see you working out and instantly I get horny for you?" she raised an eyebrow, trying to pull back some but his arms kept her there.
"Oh, babe, I know that you do," he answered, very sure of himself on that. "You are the least subtle person on that front. The second I'm shirtless, lifting weights or doing pull-ups you're just thinking of fucking me right there."
She looked like she wanted to argue this, but wasn't sure how to do so. Probably because she'd so openly expressed that very sentiment the first time that she'd witnessed him working out at work. Before she could make any further comments though, he started to trail kisses down the side of her neck. At the weaker spots he stopped, taunting them with teeth and tongue. His hand was moving to her ass, gripping at it and pulling her closer so that he body pressed against his own more fully.
Her hands had moved to his head, trying to grip onto his short hair as he hit a particularly sensitive spot and whimpered, her head tilting to the side to give him better access. With such fair skin it was extremely easy to leave marks all over it, so he tried to keep that in mind when he remembered and moved to another weaker spot before he could do too much damage. Continuing until he could literally feel her legs getting weak and then moving his lips up to her ear, where they brushed against it as he spoke.
"I dreamed about you when I got home," he informed her. "Dreamed that I was fucking you right on that gym bench, not caring that everyone else definitely could hear the way that you kept moaning my name. That I just pushed your skirt up and your panties aside and slid right into you." He could hear her gasp, feel the way that she gripped tighter to him and seemed to push herself more fully against him. His hand was pushing the fabric of her skirt up, fingering the hem of her panties now. "And just fucked you until you couldn't move." The mental images and her reactions were certainly turning him on, making his pants uncomfortable. No sooner had he thought about it than did her hands move to unzip them, allowing him a bit more comfort. "Would you like that?"
"God, yes," she breathed out, her fingers moving to wrap around him so that she could rub him a few times.
He started them across the room to her bed, when the reached it he pulled back slightly. "On all fours, right now."
She wasted no time in complying, climbing onto the bed on her hands and knees and as soon as he had he was pushing down his own pants and boxers before grabbing onto her hips and bringing her back toward him. It was easy work to push her dress up, and just as he had dreamed he simply pushed her panties aside before thrusting inside of her. Ella was moaning as he filled her, pushing her hips back so that her ass was fully against him as he stood at the side of the bed.
It was a damn good view for him, though it would have been much nicer had she been naked. Still, there was something about the way that both of them were mostly clothed that was hot in and of itself. The sheer amount of being unbothered enough to do more than just get inside of her the quickest way possible. Before he was even really starting to move she was pushing herself back into him. Honestly, he wouldn't have minded if she just was too eager to wait for him to do anything and took it upon herself to fuck him. He wasn't about to let this pass without comment though, so one of his hands moved to her hair, gently tangling into it and pulling her head back slightly. "Am I not doing enough for you?" he asked.
"Not yet," she answered, still moving, her voice a bit huskier than before. "But I can keep you up to date."
Dom couldn't help but chuckle a little, "Please do." And he decided to really start going at it, instantly moving his hips against her own at a decent pace.
"Could be," she bit her lip, her back arching slightly as he hit a particularly good spot but she wasn't trying to moan about it yet. "A bit faster."
"Faster huh?" He did as she asked, picking up the pace a little first.
"Yeah. Faster." Ella's breathing was hard already, probably because she was still moving with him, bringing her ass back against him as he thrust into her.
Taking things up a notch, he decided just to go at it. Without warning he was suddenly going much harder, his hips slamming into her to the point where she momentarily lost her balance, falling onto her elbows but she was moaning as she did so. "You mean like that?" he asked.
She was nodding, soft moans falling from her lips as she kept trying to move with him. "Yes," she gasped out.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you?"
"Yes," she said a little louder.
"What was that?" he picked up the pace a bit more still, loving the gasps that kept coming from her every single time he pushed deeper inside.
"Don't get. Greedy." It was hard to believe that she was telling him off with the way that her words broke as he thrust.
"Oh, Ells, come on." He moved his hand from her hair around to her front, slipping into her panties to find her clit, which he ran his thumb along tauntingly resulting in a broken whimper. "Tell me I'm giving you what you want."
She was getting close to the edge, he could tell from the way that she was tensing around him and the moans that she was trying to hold back but couldn't seem to manage to keep in.
Another few taunting rubs against her swollen skin had her whimpering as he kept pounding into her. "Tell me what I want to hear, tell me I give you what you need."
"You." A moan interrupted her as he more intently gave her sensitive skin the attention she clearly wanted. "Give me." Heavy breaths were breaking up her words. "What I. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He tweaked her clit and she was going over the edge, moaning and shaking under him. "Need." He wasn't letting up, still thrusting hard into her as she rode out her orgasm, falling more fully onto the bed.
When she was done he pulled out of her, causing her to whimper but she didn't have time to do much else before he was grabbing onto her panties and pulling them fully off. There was something really hot about how soaked they were, but he tossed them aside and then grabbed onto her hips and flipped her over. She gasped in surprise, not having expected it but then he was pulling her dress up so that it was up and over her breasts. Her bra was still on, but he pushed that down so that he could take one of her breasts into his hand as he pushed right back into her, causing her to moan as he looked up at her boyfriend.
"I still haven't gotten. What I need," he explained, moving quickly against her as she moaned and wrapped her legs around him.
"Take it," she answered, urging him on as shudders passed through her body.
He groaned lightly at the sight she was, squeezing her nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger as he watched the way slid on the bed slightly each time he thrust into her and noticed the way that she was gripping onto the blanket with her hand. "You want me to?" he asked, feeling the tension building higher in his lower stomach as he kept moving.
"Yes," she answered, nodding and running her tongue across her bottom lip in a way that made him want to bring her onto her knees and let those lips wrap around his dick.
Again he let his fingers find her clit, knowing that he wanted her to cum another time before he was done with her. Still, she felt so damn amazing around him that he wasn't sure he'd be able to manage it. "Your tits look lonely without my hands on them," he commented, his tone rough and suggestive.
"They are," she answered, her own tone rough as she moved her hands to play with her own breasts. The sight of which caused him to swear and push himself a bit faster against her, deciding to go ahead and just use his thumb against her in the way that he knew could make her toes curl if he did it right. A moment later she was gasping out his name, so he figured that he was doing it right and he could feel her building up to another release again.
Who came first he wasn't sure, but he knew that he was feeling his own orgasm practically blind him and her pulsing around him in a way that only enhanced said orgasm as he gripped harder to his girlfriend's hips. A string of swears left him as he bucked his hips against her a few more times before pulling away and getting his pants and boxers fully off of him, so that he could climb into bed too. Ella wasn't moving, but that wasn't surprising. He'd found that after intense sex she was usually unwilling to move if necessary, so he pulled her into his arms and placed a series of kisses from her forehead down to her lips.
She let out a happy hum as she shared a peck with him. "I'm still going to get back at you," she informed him, her voice a little sleepy as he cuddled into his chest.
A chuckle rumbled his chest as he smiled and rubbed her arm lightly. "I'm looking forward to it," he answered, excited to see what she came up with. After all, no one really lost in manners like this.
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Post by Mia Chase on Nov 2, 2019 18:15:48 GMT -5
“You’re not, um, wearing anything under that, are you?”
Mia's car had been acting up lately, which wasn't exactly uncommon of it. Matthew kept it as good of repair as he could, but it was getting on in age. As it was, she hadn't bought it new, and it ran a lot smoother now that she was dating a car mechanic than it had before, but even so, small issues like she'd been experiencing recently were far more frequent than she would like. Replacing it wasn't really an option right now, either, and besides, it rarely had any major problems that made it unsafe for her to keep driving it. It just needed check ups a bit more often than its turn.
Thankfully, Matthew's boss was a pretty chill guy, and so long as he supplied his own parts and did it after hours, he didn't mind him using the garage to work on her car when needed. Today was one of those days, having stalled a couple of times on the way to work in the morning. She'd had to head home after finishing her own day though, taking their dog on a short walk and feeding him before texting her boyfriend to let him know she was on her way. She'd been about to step out when the idea had struck her that there was a potential to make the evening a bit more interesting, turning around so that she could head into their bedroom and stripping off all her clothes. She'd then grabbed one of her longer coats on the way out, buttoning it and tying the sash around her waist before slipping her feet back into her flats and heading out the door.
She felt pretty confident that he would be alone at the shop once she arrived. By now, it was over an hour since it had closed, and she doubted any of his coworkers would have stuck around that long to keep him company. She was proven right when she pulled into the lot to find it empty save for Matthew's truck, driving around the building to where the garage entrance was and texting him to let him know she was there. The store part of the building was pitch black, but there was a light coming out the high windows on the garage doors, and before long one of them opened up, allowing her to drive in and stop the car in the designated spot before turning off the engine. Matthew was busy getting the door closed back up when she stepped out of her seat and closed the door behind her, readjusting her coat to where it fell about mid thigh as she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Sorry I kept you here after hours," she told him, stretching to press a light kiss to his lips.
"It's okay," he assured her, his hand lightly running along her back. "Mike actually just left, so I had company for a bit," he added, pressing a kiss to her forehead before turning his attention to the car. "So, run me through what it's been doing again?"
She followed from a few paces back as he made his way over to the car, her fingers moving up to unbutton her coat to just above her belly button, not allowing it to fully open but enough to indicate that it was the only thing she was wearing. "Well, it's been running a bit rough for the past week, and my check engine line came on a couple of days ago," she said, not surprised that he hadn't taken notice of her attire yet - puzzling out what was wrong with a vehicle always seemed to be his favorite part. Until he got to actually working on it, and then that became his favorite part. Honestly, she didn't think there could have been a better suited career path for him. "And this morning it stalled a couple of times. I was able to get it started right back up both times, though," she went on.
"It's probably not the battery then, but it might be worth checking anyway. Might be your air filter," he told her as his hands reached for the hood of her car, finally turning to actually take a good look at her and stopping in his tracks. His eyes ran over her form a couple of times, as if to confirm that he wasn't imagining the lack of shirt and pants, and he straightened up as his hand went to rub at the back of his neck, which had turned a faint shade of pink. He opened his mouth to speak, closing it as he swallowed hard before trying it again. “You’re not, um, wearing anything under that, are you..?”
She made herself keep a neutral face as she took a few steps toward him, taking his hand in hers and bringing it up to her lips before glancing up at him with a slightly raised eyebrow, guiding his hand to slip under the fabric of her coat and onto her chest. "I'm not," she informed him matter-of-factly.
His fingers instinctively gripped at her breast as he looked at her in that same caught off guard manner, although she could see a hint of lust in his eyes as his thumb rolled over her nipple, causing a slight shock within the pit of her stomach. "W..Why?" he asked, his tone a bit rougher than it had been a few seconds ago, and she could tell from the bulge starting to show in his pants that he liked where this was going even though he hadn't seen it coming.
"Because you've had a long day of work, and now I'm giving you even more of it," she answered, untying the sash and tugging lightly at her coat which easily slid down her form and bundled at her feet. "So I thought you might appreciate a break," she added, her hand moving to rest against his groin through the fabric of his jeans, lightly rubbing at it. "Only if you're up to it, of course."
There was a brief flash in his eyes as he absent mindedly licked his bottom lip, taking her in as if it was the first time he'd seen her naked - something he did a lot, which never failed to turn her on. It didn't take him long to make a final decision though, his hands reaching down her body to grab onto the back of her thighs so that he could hoist her up on the hood of the car. Her own hands moved to his shoulders as a shiver of anticipation coursed through her body, sucking in a breath as his lips went straight for her chest, sucking at it as his hands moved along her body. Her fingers reached for his belt, getting it undone before taking care of his jeans next.
Before she had a chance to start pushing them down, his lips started trailing a path down her body in a somewhat hurried manner, and her breath caught in her throat as his face buried itself between her legs and his tongue flicked at her clit, her head falling back with a strangled moan as he pushed a finger inside of her. "Matthew," she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair. "That's not... the kind of break I had in mind," she added, although she couldn't help but push herself closer to him as he gave no verbal answer, his tongue being otherwise occupied, instead pulling his fingers out before pushing two back in.
One of her legs wrapped around his neck, giving a quiet swear as he pressed his tongue flat against her, her fingers pulling a bit tighter at his hair. As skilled as he was at this, however, it was only a matter of minutes before her need for him grew too strong, needing more than his fingers inside of her. "I need.. more," she spoke, her voice weakened and her breathing short. Of course, she should have known that wouldn't work as planned as he instead picked up the pace of his fingers, encircling her clit with his lips to suck at it in a way that made her give a soft cry, making it that much harder to remind herself of what she'd come here for. "Not like that," she moaned, trying to squirm away from him. "Please fuck me," she begged, gripping tighter onto his hair.
That seemed to do the trick as he pulled his face away from her, his chin glistening with her wetness as his hands grabbed onto her hips to bring her down closer to him. She sat herself up as her hands moved to the hem of his shirt, hastily pulling it up and off of him - which she knew wasn't exactly necessary to what she wanted to get to right now, but the sight of him was reward enough for taking a few seconds longer to get him inside of her. By then, he'd already pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs, so she took him in her hand and guided him inside of her, a sound of satisfaction escaping her before his lips pressed to her own. She could taste herself on them, but she didn't really have time to establish if that was weird or hot before he started thrusting his hips into hers.
The car made a faint squeaking sound beneath them as he started off at a steady pace, her fingers running up and down his back, tracing along his spine in a way that caused goosebumps to rise on his arms. His skin felt warm beneath her hands and there was a fine layer of sweat starting to build up on both of their bodies as he kept moving against her, drawing more sounds out of her. Their physical relationship had had a learning curve, but he'd been a fast and attentive learner, and he never failed to make her feel like her entire body was breaking apart.
As minutes trickled by, the intensity grew along with their mutual pleasure, the sounds of flesh on flesh and panted breaths almost echoing in her ears as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing herself closer to him in an attempt to bring him deeper. His hand palmed at her breast as her tongue slipped past his lips, tension rising to a point that rendered her desperate for relief. His own rhythm was starting to fail, a clear indication that he was getting close, and she tried to urge him to give her just a little more with the roll of her hips, their lips parting as her head fell back against the windshield. "So... close," she whimpered, causing a shudder to run through his body as he gave a low growl, his hand reaching down between them to circle her clit with his thumb. And that was all she needed to come undone, moaning out his name as her muscles clenched around him, her orgasm bringing on his own, whimpering from the sensation of his hips bucking against her own, burying himself deep within her as he panted her name.
It took a moment for aftershocks to stop shaking her body, her fingers lazily running through his hair as his face rested against her neck, their labored breathing slowing in unison. Once he had recovered enough, he moved ever so slightly to press a slow, deep kiss to her lips, her hand moving to rest against his cheek, before he fully pulled away, assisting her off the car and reaching down to pick up her coat. "It is wrong to wish your car would break down more often?" he asked with a slightly sheepish grin, his cheeks a bit flushed as he got his own clothes back on, causing her to give a light snort as she moved to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Only if I don't get to do this any time I bring it in," she told him in a taunting manner, getting her coat back on. At that, the red shade already present on his face only just grew darker, but he merely leaned down to capture her lips once more, the kiss much gentler than before, causing her body to melt into his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. It wouldn't hurt the car to wait just a little bit longer.
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Post by Eli Butler on Nov 2, 2019 20:24:32 GMT -5
“My mouth? Or my fingers?”
Eli wouldn't have expected that he would need to worry about a child in his life as soon as it had happened, but he was really happy with Evelina and Amelia was a sweetheart that was impossible not to love, so he really didn't mind at all that his relationship with Evelina largely had to be adjusted around the toddler. The only thing that had been a bit more difficult had been being mindful during sex about keeping quiet. At least when they had lived apart, but since she had moved into his duplex it was different. Amelia's room was a bit further away from theirs, which meant that they were a little more free to react without having to think about keeping themselves quiet. It was something that he'd found he was eager to take advantage of.
So, tonight after Amelia had been put down for bed upstairs in her room, he and Evelina were still in the living room together. They had been watching a movie, but he kept getting distracted. Evelina was wearing pajama shorts that showed off her legs and considering that she was sitting with them in his lap he couldn't help but pay attention to them. His hands started to slide up her legs slowly and he moved so that they could keep going, caressing up the side of her thigh as she turned to look over at him. Her eyebrow raised, a silent question but he didn't answer with words. Instead, he kept moving his hands up until they brushed against her through the layers of fabric between them.
She didn't complain, in fact, she shifted slightly so that he could have easier access to her. Taking advantage of that, his hands moved up to her hips and then he was pulling her shorts and underwear down in one easy motion. Her hips had risen off of the couch to help him and she was looking at him in an eager way. In fact, she moved so that she could capture his lips in a deep kiss, which he returned as she moved herself onto his lap. One hand was already moving to her chest, slipping underneath her tank top and playing with her breast as she grinded her hips into his. With the pajama pants that he wore himself it wasn't easy to hide his growing erection, which she rubbed herself against, drawing a groan out of him.
He was tempted to just pull those pants down down and push himself inside of her, or rather let her bring herself down on top of him. However, that wasn't his current plan of action. So, when he felt her hands moving to do just that he caught them and brought them away from him.
"Do you not want me to?" she asked, pulling away and looking at him in a bit of confusion. Usually, he wasn't one to stop her from touching him unless there was an explicitly clear reason.
"Not yet," he answered, pulling her shirt off before pressing his lips back to hers. Then he grabbed a hold of her hips and moved her off of him so that he could lay her back on to the couch, following the action so that he was on top of her and started trailing kisses down the side of her neck.
Her hands tangled into his hair instantly, pulling slightly at the strands whenever he hit the spots that made her back arch into him and her breath catch. Each one he stopped at he taunted, sucking at the spots and then soothing them with his tongue.
At the same time the hand not supporting him moved down her body, sliding between her slick folds to find her clit and idly circle it. Beneath him he could feel her hips twitching, attempting to press closer to his touch while he trailed his kisses down to her chest. There he took his time, circling each nipple with his tongue and sucking on it briefly as she swore and moved her hand to his shirt, bunching it up in her hand. She may of been trying to pull it up to get it off, but he wasn't doing anything to help her on that mission. Instead, his lips kept trailing lower. The faded stretch marks got soft open mouthed kisses, the lines of her hips followed closely with his nose and his lips ghosting over them all while his fingers continued their teasing of her clit. Even they were replaced though, as his lips finally reached her heated skin.
Slowly, he let his tongue move along her, growling a little against her skin as he tasted her. Every time, she tasted amazing and he didn't know what it was about her that made it that way but he was damn glad. As he sucked her clit into his mouth he heard the strangled moan that she let out and felt her nails sink slightly into his shoulder, though it didn't hurt at all. Now he allowed a finger to circle her opening, pushing slightly in as she whimpered a little, pushing her hips forward to help him along. There was no way that he was going to allow himself to be pushed though, so he pulled his hand back and flicked her clit tauntingly a few times with his tongue.
"Eli," she gasped, a whining note entering her tone. He continued as he was, slowly running his tongue along her heated skin. "Please."
"Well, since you're asking..." He moved his finger to slowly push inside of her, almost swearing at the ease in which it slid inside of her. She was so turned on that it was making him harder, which he hadn't thought was possible at this point. Even so, he didn't stop, moving his tongue back against her in the way that she liked best. She was still trying to press closer, trying to get more out of him, even as he curved his finger inside of her and started to move it.
"More," she demanded, her voice a harsh whisper that was full of need. It didn't get her what she wanted, though, he kept up as he was, lapping at her with his tongue as his finger moved at a steady pace inside of her. It was clearly getting something out of her because her breathing was picking up more, but it wasn't what she was after. "Eli." He kept at it, steady despite the part of him that wanted to just give her everything that she was after. Usually he did, but tonight he was going to try and test her limits more. It was working too, because she was tensing under him and attempting to move her hips against him. "More," she moaned, clearly getting closer to the edge.
That was when he pulled back slightly, causing Evelina to gasp. Looking up at her he saw that her eyes were dark with lust and need and she was looking at him as if he had just betrayed her although his finger continued to steadily move inside of her. "My mouth?" he asked, moving back to suck at her clit again and being rewarded with a low moan. Quickly, he pulled away again. "Or my fingers?" Now he added a second finger, though he didn't bother picking up the pace.
"Both," she answered, her breathing labored. Her skin was flushed and he for a moment watched her breasts rise and fall as she grinded herself onto his fingers. "Or better yet, just fuck me."
"Patience." He gave her a devilish grin before moving his tongue back to her clit, circling it and taunting it in just the way that had her actively pulling at his hair as she tried to ride his face.
"Fuck patience," she gasped, her breathing picking back up as she got closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her tightening around him more and more. "Almost. Please. Just a little-"
Then his fingers were out of her and his lips were on her thigh, and she was whimpering underneath him. "Eli!" she exclaimed, clearly not on board for his sudden departure. "You're being so mean."
"It'll be worth it," he told her, trailing the kisses back up from her thighs to her hips and then to her chest.
"I don't care." It didn't sound like she did and she was shifting underneath him, trying to find some sort of relief but there wasn't any to be had. When her own hand moved down toward her heated skin, he caught it and pulled it away.
"Behave." Now he tugged lightly on her nipple with his teeth, causing her to moan and arch into him. Letting go of her hand he moved his own hand down to push his pants and boxer briefs out of the way.
The sight of him had her biting down on her bottom lip and her hand reaching to grab a hold of him before he could stop her and he had to stop himself from swearing at how good it felt to have some sort of relief himself. Now he grabbed a hold of her hand again and moved it away before he shifted so that he could start to push himself inside of her. Slowly, he entered her, taking his time as he pushed inside inch by inch.
It wasn't like he had a chance to keep her still at this point because her legs had wrapped around him, pulling him further into her and she was rolling her hips into him with a series of satisfied whimpers. It was hard for him to decide to just go a steady pace instead of slamming into her but he wanted to get her to that place where everything would be worth it. "Just fuck me properly," she begged, clearly still needing the release that had been so close before.
"I am," he answered, taunting her pulse point by nipping at the skin there as his hips pushed into hers again and again. Not harder, not faster, but in the way that spoke to a self control that he only had now because they were sleeping together regularly.
"No, you're not," she shook her head though as he thrust against her another time she whimpered and gripped harder to his shoulders. "I'm begging you. Just, please." Her breathing was worked up again, she was starting to tense underneath him and he knew that he couldn't stop now.
So, he didn't give her an answer and instead let his mouth stay busy with the weaker spots on her skin and his hand stay busy with her breasts. She was starting to shake underneath him and honestly, his own body was starting to follow along, the effort to keep check of himself starting to show. She was whimpering every breath now, trying to force him faster with the way that her hips moved against his own but it did no good. Every instant the tension shot higher and higher and her body was shaking as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.
"Please, I'm so close," she begged, over and over again and he nearly gave in. Instead, he moved his thumb back to her clit and slowly circled it, which only served to make her shake more underneath him and swear again and again as she kept getting closer and closer to letting go. Then it finally happened and she came so hard, her voice choking on his name as she shook around him and dug her nails into his scalp while she let out a sob.
Her release triggered his own, causing him to buck his hips against her own a few more times as he growled out her name and gripped at her chest a bit tighter. Almost immediately he felt his arm giving out and he practically collapsed into her, burying his face into her neck without even moving out of her yet.
"Dear God," she whispered as she started to catch her breath, her eyes closed as her fingers ran through his hair.
"Was it worth it?" he asked quietly, staying where he was for the time being.
"Yes," she admitted, a touch reluctantly. After all, her body still seemed to be trembling from the results of the orgasm that she had just had, which was more intense than any that she'd ever had before. "Don't go doing that to me all the time though."
He laughed a little and pressed a soft kiss to the skin next to his lips. "Trust me, I don't have the restraint to resist you begging like that all the time."
"Good," she sighed. They'd have to move soon, but right now she didn't think that she could trust her legs to get all the way upstairs, nor did she think that he was in the shape to carry her at the moment either. Oh well, there was no rush. Besides, maybe once she did feel like moving she could give him a taste of his own medicine. The idea of having him begging beneath her was suddenly very appealing and she made a mental note to make him do so very soon.
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Noah Steele
Kansas City Native
Son of Mandy and Aidan
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Post by Noah Steele on Nov 2, 2019 20:39:50 GMT -5
“There’s people here.” “I know.”
This week had been a pretty big one for Anna, graduating high school and ending her time at the Academy. She had elected to stay in Kansas City for college, at least for now, but after much discussion, they had established that they would ultimately move to New York City, to enable her to find more opportunities as an actress. For now though, it made more sense to stay around here, because he already had a reasonably enough priced apartment she could move into, and he was earning a pretty good salary as it was. They would need a decent amount of funds to move to New York, so the more time he spent earning, the easier it would be for them to find a place they could afford a mortgage on.
Her moms and brother had come to see her graduate the day before, and she would be visiting them over the summer as she had been doing throughout her high school years, but they weren't due to fly back until tomorrow. The primary reason was due to the graduation party some of her classmates had decided to throw, which was tonight, and she had wanted to attend it. She'd also asked him to go along with her, and although he had hesitated for a moment - not sure how it would be to party with the younger crowd - he'd agreed to it. If he was being completely honest, he often had a bit of a hard time saying no to her.
She'd spent a bit more time than usual getting ready for the night, to a point where he had had to tell her a couple of times that they were going to be late, but when she'd stepped out of the bathroom, he'd decided that it had been worth it. Of course, she looked gorgeous whatever she wore, but the outfit she'd picked was particularly enticing, her top cut to mid torso and her skirt a little past mid thigh. It took him a moment to stop checking her out, although considering the satisfied look on her face, she didn't mind his reaction at all. As it was, he felt a little less inclined to leave the apartment as he followed her over to the front door.
"Are we actually really sure we want to go now?" he couldn't help but question, his eyes following the sway of her hips and taking in the way her skirt just barely covered her ass as she threw him a look over her shoulder.
"You just spent the last half hour reminding me how we were gonna be late," she pointed out, grabbing her purse and opening the door with a gesture of her hand that indicated he should go first.
"I mean, we are already late, what would be the harm in being later?" he asked with a bit of a sigh, although he went ahead and exited the apartment with her, locking the door behind them and making his way down the stairs.
The drive was a reasonably short one, and before long he had parked his car in front of the lawn of the address he'd been given. Apparently, one of the musicians in her year actually lived in the city, and her parents had agreed to vacate the house for the evening. Admittedly, the graduating class was rather small, which meant it wasn't bound to be a rager and was probably why the graduate's parents had agreed to it. He also knew, from his own years of attending the Academy, that some parents had a rather skewed idea of what kind of people attended the school. Somehow, because the students were bright and artistically gifted, they thought they were all automatically well behaved kids. This might be such a case, but they also tended to forget that, gifted or not, they were teenagers nonetheless.
He did wonder if Anna had mentioned that her boyfriend was a cop when she'd asked if he could attend as well, but as they walked into the house to find the party in full swing, he saw no evident sign of underage drinking, and he decided not to go looking for it either. His girlfriend started things off by introducing him to some of her school friends whom he'd never met before dragging him to the area that'd been set up as a dance floor, or more like a dance corner. The house was reasonably large, but it wasn't huge, so it did make it feel a bit cramped with how many people were currently in it.
He didn't focus on that too much though, instead allowing himself to enjoy the ambiance as he pulled his girlfriend close. The way her hips moved so close to him made it a bit tricky to remember that they were currently in public, especially as she turned around and pressed her entire body close to his, her breasts pushing up against his chest in a way that made his mouth go dry. She didn't seem to notice, or if she did she didn't care, because she kept moving against him, soon turning around again and pressing her ass back into him. Within a few minutes, he felt his pants start to feel a little more uncomfortable, and his hands grabbed a bit tighter onto her waist in an attempt to steady her movements. "How about we get a drink?" he asked in her ear, resisting the urge to start attacking her neck with his lips in a way that was sure to get her moaning.
She turned to look at him, her gaze briefly flicking down to his pants as she did so, and he didn't miss the glint that suddenly appeared in her eyes as her hand moved up to rest against his chest. "Sure, come with me," she told him, allowing her fingers to drag down along his arm until they reached his hand, pulling him along as she lead away from the party goers.
He didn't know where the kitchen was, so he allowed her to lead them down the hallway. He wasn't to find out, however, as she instead opened a side door to a darkened room, pulling him inside with her and shutting the door behind them before turning on the light to reveal an unoccupied restroom. Within moments, she had him pressed back against the door, her hand running up and down along his chest.
"Am I turning you on?" she asked in a quiet voice as her fingers reached to lock the door, and the way her innate sweetness mixed with the seductive look on her face was almost enough to undo him.
"You know you are," he told her, his tone mildly accusatory although his voice was a bit rougher as she kept herself pressed closely against him. His body tensing ever so slightly in anticipation as her hand drew closer to the waistband of his jeans and started unbuttoning them, debating whether he should stop her or see where this was going. It wasn't really a hard decision to go with the second option.
"I can't help it," she told him, unzipping his jeans and slipping her fingers down into his boxers, causing him to shudder as her hand wrapped itself around his cock and started a gentle stroking motion. "The way you've been looking at me all night, it made me really want you," she added, pressing kisses along the side of his neck.
"Anna," he grunted quietly, his fingers balling up the fabric of her skirt as her thumb rolled over his tip, causing a pang of need to shoot through his groin. "There's people here," he reminded her. Granted, the bathroom wasn't right by the action, but something told him it was the only bathroom on the ground floor. Odds were, someone would come by sooner or later.
"I know," she answered simply, and the implication was good enough for him. Within seconds, his hand had found its way under her skirt and inside her panties, his fingers stroking against her in a way that normally got her worked up within minutes - but as it turned out, the action was almost more of a turn on to him than to her as he realized just how wet she already was, his fingers soon covered as they easily glid across her skin.
"Were you going to tell me how fucking horny you were?" he growled in her ear, his lips pressing hard kisses down her neck and her cleavage as she ground her hips into his hand with a soft moan.
"I was planning on letting you find out on your own," she told him in, her voice a little higher pitched than it had been before.
"What's turning you on so much?" he demanded as he pushed two fingers inside of her, instantly pumping them in and out, her grip on him tightening in response, causing him to grow even harder. "I've checked you out plenty of times before. It's never gotten you this wet," he pointed out, sucking at a sensitive spot on her neck as his thumb rolled across her clit, his fingers still working in and out of her.
"Just... you taking me here and now," she gasped softly, her head falling back as she rocked her hips against his hand. "And... there being people out there... maybe right outside the door," she moaned.
Hearing those words, and she way she said them, just about broke his will to get her soaking and coming before he even had a chance to take her. His fingers pulled out of her as suddenly as they had gone in, grabbing her hand and taking a few steps toward the sink. Only then did he realize that it wasn't actually set in a counter and might not support the activities to follow, so he swiftly changed course, turning her away from him and bending her down over the sink as he shoved her skirt up and pulled her underwear down. Pushing his own jeans and boxers down just enough to free himself so that he could push inside of her, earning a quiet moan out of her.
Her fingers were already gripping at the edges of the sink as her hair fell over her shoulders, his fingers digging into her hips as the unmistakable sound of his skin smacking into her own resounded in the small space. Looking up, he realized that the mirror hung above the sink allowed him a perfect view of her face even though she was turned away from him. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed, but she was biting down on her bottom lip to hold back any noise she might make.
So he picked up the pace, pounding into her as his hand reached around and under her body, pushing her shirt open enough to free her breasts and grabbing at one of them, rolling her nipple between his fingers to earn the barest of moans out of her. He could see the effort to keep quiet on her face, and that only just made him want to give her even more.
"I know you can be louder than that," he informed her, coming to a sudden stop, his hand still on her breast as she opened her eyes and met his gaze in the mirror.
"Why did you stop?" she asked in a breathless, needy voice, her hips attempting to rock back into his but he stilled them with his hand, causing her to give a whimper.
"I don't know if I can give it to you without knowing for sure that you're enjoying it," he informed her, although he allowed himself to start moving again at a torturingly slow pace, causing her head to fall forward a bit as a shudder coursed through her body.
"People... might hear me," she spoke in a strained manner, her knuckles turning white from how tightly she was hanging on to the sink.
"Is that a problem?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, pulling himself almost entirely out of her before pushing all the way back in, repeating the motion a couple of times as she seemingly thought it out.
"No," she finally answered, her tone weakened with want but certain, and that was all he needed to start moving again, gradually working his way back up to the pace he'd set earlier on and finding that she had meant her answer as moans started spilling out of her like music to his ears. With each thrust she made a sound now, whimpering and swearing and urging him on as he moved in and out of her.
And as he kept pounding into her, he soon realized that someone was also pounding on the door, making him wonder for a moment how his girlfriend would react to that - he had maybe pushed her a bit too much on this, and the last thing he wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed as they left the bathroom. But she took it in stride as she turned her head toward the door, opening her mouth to speak but only managing a loud moan at first. "Just... a minute," she called out, clearly unbothered by the whole ordeal as she didn't make any move to get him to stop.
With the knowledge that they were now on a much shorter time crunch, his hand left her hip and moved to grab one of hers, gently prying it from the edge of the sink and pushing it down between her own legs. "Touch yourself," he instructed her, his own voice strained with effort and pleasure as he felt tension rise within his own stomach. He could have touched her himself, but the angling might have made it more difficult to keep up the pace as it was, and she didn't seem to resent the suggestion at all, moving her fingers against herself with urgency as her forehead came down to rest against the sink, giving a strangled moan as her legs started shaking. Within seconds, she was going over the edge, and he allowed his own body to give in to its urges rather than try to focus on holding off for her, the sensation of her clenching around him and the sounds she was still letting out making him come hard as he bucked his hips against her own, swearing and panting out her name as his fingers dug into her skin.
They didn't have much time to recuperate as he soon pulled himself out of her with a shudder, grabbing a few tissues and turning on the water as they hastily cleaned themselves up. Once they'd both readjusted their clothes, he pressed a quick but deep kiss to her lips before turning to the door, opening it to find one of Anna's classmates standing on the other side with an unreadable expression. She seemed mildly annoyed, but there was more to it than that. He didn't have time to figure it out though as Anna stepped out in front of him. "Sorry, he was just helping me with something," she said with her usual kind smile, taking his hand as she had done earlier and leading the way back to the dancing area before the other girl had a chance to respond.
Soon they were dancing again, although with maybe a little less energy than they had been before, his hand resting against her lower back as he held her close. "That was new," he spoke matter-of-factly, although there were a few unspoken questions in there as well. Was she truly okay with what had just happened, but also, was this a new kind of avenue for them to explore together.
She looked up at him with a contented smile, her fingers moving up to run through his hair as he captured his lips with hers in a slow kiss, her soft lips moving against his own. "Now we just have to figure out where to next," she spoke quietly, giving him a bit of a taunting look, and he merely grinned in response, catching her lips with his again. His relationship with Anna had already had many good surprises along the way, but clearly, there was room for a few more.
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