I’m On His Side (fm, descriptive, cheating)
I walked into their house. Unannounced, like I was used to. I dropped my bag at the little table by the door. Now that I was inside, I could hear voices. Loud and strained. They’ve fought before of course. Like all brothers did. But this was not like other times.
Then I heard something smash. A chair? A window? I bolted upstairs. I made it to my boyfriends room. Books were scattered all over the floor and his desk had been flipped over with all his belongings on it. When they saw me they paused. From where they were standing I couldn’t tell who flipped the table.
The air was thick with tension and they were standing close to one another as if they were about to fight. I asked what was going on and no one answered me. No words were spoken as my boyfriend took my hand and led me downstairs and back out of the house. I looked back at his older brother, who was left in the middle of the mess they had created. We got in the car and he started driving. As we drove, I asked him what had happened. He said nothing. I asked him who flipped the table. He said he didn’t want to talk about it.
We pulled up to a car park that was nowhere. He and I remained in the car. He had calmed down slightly and was just looking out the window.
I didn’t know what to say. Or how to make him feel better. He faced me eventually. I smiled. I was on his side. Whatever it was. He smiled back. He leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back and fell into it. He was warm and comfortable. He made me feel safe. I held his collar and pulled him closer. He smelled clean and fresh. He finally pulled away and asked me if I wanted to go home. I squeezed his hand. I wanted to stay with him.
We got back to his house a while later. It was almost dark. His brother was still there, by the pool table. He dropped my hand he saw him. There was silence. And more staring. I was worried there was going to be another fight. My boyfriend sighed and said he was going to lie down. I smiled but he ignored me.
His brother turned back around to the pool table. He started lining up the balls with the triangle thing. I sidled over to him, leaning against the table. I asked him what happened before. He chuckled and said it wasn’t my business. I rolled my eyes. I told him that wasn’t fair. That I had a right to know. He looked me up and down and rolled his eyes. He said no again.
I asked him who flipped the table. He paused and said that it wasn’t him. I don’t know if I believed him. That’s not the kind of person my boyfriend was. I almost want to cry. I want to helo but they’re not letting me. He puts down the pool stick, not making eye contact. He vaguely explains everything using alot of ‘something happened’ and ‘someone had to’ type sentences.
I told him I need a little more than that. He gritted his teeth, still not making eye contact. I was fed up. I needed asnwers. Why was my boyfriend so upset, I asked. What did you say to him, I asked. What did he say to you, I asked. My voice got higher as I get angrier.
His eyes shot in my direction, stopping me in my tracks. He took a few steps toward me, visibly angry. He told me I have no idea. That no one asked for my help. My eyes sting. He’s pushing me away. They both are. Without thinking I take one step toward him, one more step than I should have, trying to appeal to my boyfriend’s older brother.
I don’t know why he kissed me. I didn’t ask for it. Or want it.
But now I can’t pull away.
He has me by the waist and pulls me in. He holds me there, making me kiss him. I was supposed to stop him or say no. But the taste of his lips made me stay. He forced his tongue further in my mouth. He towered over me, deepening the kiss. I moaned in his mouth without meaning to. He pulls away, inching down my neck. I’m ticklish so I flinch and sigh as he travels down to my collar bone.
As he kisses my neck he undoes the back of my dress. My straps became loose and it was zipped down to my lower back. He groped my chest over the fabric and kissed my nipples.
I try not to moan. My guilt stops me from it. He pushes me against the table so I could feel his boner. It pressed against my thigh and the heat was radiating through his jeans. My underwear started to feel heavy and my legs were wrapped around him.
His hands reached under my dress and my underwear slid down to my ankles. I was sitting on the pool table as he grinds himself against me. I was holding back every moan I could. I wanted him so badly. He kisses me again as his hands reach down to undo his belt. I see him pull down the waistband of his black boxers, and push himself inbetween my legs.
I feel everything. Every inch. I groan into his shoulder, my guilt being pushed further back into my brain.
My legs are tightly wrapped around his waist. My fingers are in his hair, holding his face in my neck. His moans are deep and long. He curses into my ear and grabs my thighs even tighter. My bottom half is almost numb as he rolls his hips expertly between my legs. I moan everything into his ear. I whine and squeal as I start to loose control of myself.
I’m coming. I can feel it. My entire body is burning. I whisper in his ear that I’m close and that he needs to pull out because he’s not wearing a condom. He tells me just a little bit longer. I’m on the edge of my orgasam. His thrusts are getting rougher and faster. He doesn’t want to pull out. His grip in my his harder and his groans are getting higher. Guilt washes over me once more before he fills me with everything I needed.
I finish milliseconds after him. My orgasm is painfully pleasant and makes my insides throb.
I feel warm and full. I want to feel like this again. I want him again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ji5ktm/im_on_his_side_fm_cheating