A Ride Home [MF] [Cheating] [Creampie] [Short]

“Well shit.” I muttered as I slid my phone back into my pocket and squinted off into the distance. My ride home from work had fallen through.

“Five minutes too late for the bus, I guess it’s a cab.” I sighed as I tapped away at my phone to summon a car to take me home. A shadow overtook me at that moment – damn clouds, can’t even enjoy the sun in this ci-

“Hey, need a ride?”

I glanced up to find that what had blocked my sun was actually my coworker Emily stopped in front of me and leaning out her car window. “Well?” She said.

“I live pretty far.”

“How far?”

“Twenty, twenty-five minutes maybe?”

“Works for me, get in.” she said with a slight smile.

I crushed the cigarette I had been absentmindedly holding against the curb and strolled around to the passenger side of her car.

“Are those extra five minutes for how long it takes you to get in the car?” she said with a smirk. I laughed and gave her my address as we pulled out of the parking lot.

I hadn’t been working with Emily long, a few months at most, and we had communicated more through our silences than we had through our words. Nobody else tended to stand as close to me when we spoke as she did, and when we would lock eyes at work it resembled more of a staring contest than it did any normal amount of eye contact between coworkers.

She had a boyfriend – a fact which will matter later – but the only time I had heard her mention him within earshot of me was her beginning a sentence with “My Boyf-” before she swallowed her words and changed the topic.

There was something between us, something unspoken, granted, but something nonetheless.

To speak to her looks, she wouldn’t stand out of a crowd, but her eyes bore a deep and abiding ferocity that you only witnessed when directly in front of her. She had a tendency to speak forcefully, nearly spitting out the ends of her sentences. Standing about half a foot shorter than me, she wore her slightly red hair always down, resting just below her shoulders.

She had features that would almost remind one of a hawk or some other bird of prey – it’s a feeling hard to convey in words but she always left me with the impression that she could bite, and bite hard.

As for her appearance below the neck – her breasts were large and seemed out of place on such a small frame. Her ass was well-formed, which she had a tendency to accentuate by always standing with her feet crossed one over the other.

I had been largely ruminating in the same manner as above when Emily’s voice cut through the silence. “Do I get a tour?” ah, it seems we’re here.

“Sure, let’s go” I smiled as I stepped out of the car.

“What a pleasant surprise,” I thought to myself as Emily trailed me up the front sidewalk to the house.

We went inside and I quickly made my way about the house. Perhaps five minutes all said and done, but I wasn’t paying attention to anything but how close to me she was standing, nor did she seem to be paying much attention to the house.

“Well, that’s it that’s all,” I said as I laid myself down on the long side of the living room sectional.

“Very nice,” she said, sitting herself down immediately next to me – in my opinion much too close for a girl who has a boyfriend, but I suppose that’s none of my business.

“Need to get going right away?” I asked

“No, unless that’s your way of telling me to leave,” she said dryly, her eyes locking with mine – that familiar ferocity flaring in them as she spoke

“Quite the opposite, I was hoping you’d stay.”

“Really now?” She asked, raising her eyebrows and lowering her chin slightly.

The time had come, and when it comes time to look back on today, I’d rather regret that which I did as opposed to that which I failed to do. I reached out and took one of her hands in mine. She froze for a moment, perhaps lightly taken aback. She glanced quickly at my hand and then quickly back to my eyes, a somewhat knowing grin appearing on the edges of her mouth.

She let out a laugh which she stirred into a moan halfway through the expression and immediately closed what remaining distance there was between us to press herself against me. We locked lips as she swung her right leg over mine to straddle me, the whole while grasping both sides of my head to pull me in closer.

We broke apart for a moment, time enough for me to quickly mutter to her “Unless your boyfriend would prefer you head home”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” she said as our mouths joined again – a complete lie as I knew, but who am I to tell people what realities they can and can’t deny?

I rolled her off of me to my right side in order that my hand could find its way down the front of her pants. Her warmth and wetness I felt immediately as I pushed my way inside of her with a few fingers, she was far tighter than I expected as she moaned against my face, breathing out the remnants of the shattered sexual tension between the two of us that had been building these past few months.

A girl of this ferocity has no time to lose however, so I pulled my fingers from her, and pushing her head into the seat of the couch those same fingers speedily found their way into her mouth.

Hearts racing, we were both beginning to heave our breath against each other when, letting my cock free with one hand, I twirled a lock of her hair into my fist and shoved her halfway down my body. The hint was obvious and before I knew it my cock had disappeared into her mouth, the sound of her breath catching in her throat and the slight gag as it filled her mouth causing me to become even harder than I thought was possible.

It was impossible to sit motionless as her tough twirled back and forth around this second head of mine, and I started thrusting into her mouth slightly at first but gaining in pace every second. The sound of her spit slopping onto my cock and the air being shoved into her mouth before being allowed to escape again was driving me too close to the edge, so I wrapped my hand through her hair again and pulled her head up off me.

Her breathing was laboured as we locked eyes and I pulled her towards me to begin kissing her again, as she practically sucked the air out of my lungs in her attempt to get her breath back. Using my free hand I hooked my palm into her pants and shoved them down to her ankles. We parted for a brief moment and speaking only through our eyes, she sat up on her knees, undoing everything that covered her from the waist up and tossing it to the floor.

I followed suit and my clothes had barely hit the floor when I grabbed her by the shoulders and exchanged places with her, leaving her flat on her back. I took her leg onto my shoulder, and let out a pensive breath as I eased my way inside her – gods above was she tighter than she felt on my fingers.

Grabbing onto her hips, I began slowly at first but quickly built to a fevered pitch, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the length and breadth of the room. She was somehow both tighter and wetter than any girl I had been in before, with the heat from her pussy warming my entire pelvis.

We made no sounds asides from the moans directed at one another, and spoke nothing that couldn’t be said with the eyes.

Emily was the first to break the dominance of merely primal sounds when she uttered “Harder.”

I didn’t need any further encouragement as I slowed the beat of my thrusting to exchange them instead for ones that were deeper, the walls of her pussy gripping me tighter the harder I thrust.

It seemed that we both knew this wouldn’t last long – this was a fierce expression of pure sexual energy, not a session of lovemaking.

I felt her breathing begin to quicken and her eyes widen as she began to moan deeper and louder.

“Harder, harder, I’m so close, keep going.” she spat out between the slight gaps that her laboured breathing allowed her.

Nothing can bring you to orgasm faster than the knowledge that what you’re doing is wrong – and that was confirmed to me when her head was thrown back by a force that seemed to come from outside of her.

I could feel her legs trembling under me as her moans became so necessary that they fell silent, the inside of her body contracting against me. I let out a deep moan as her body seemed to be doing everything it could to keep me inside of her. She raised her head enough to barely make eye contact with me and spoke.

“Cum inside me”

“I need it, I need it”

“Cum insi-”

“Cum inside me”

“Please”

I tilted my head enough so that I could watch my cock appearing and disappearing from between her legs, the addition of bearing witness to my own pleasure making it feel all the more real. I felt a wave of heat and pressure welling inside me from my feet to my neck, and grabbing her tightly by the hips I made one final thrust as I erupted inside her.

I was trembling all over and my weight collapsed against her body as I made a few final perfunctory thrusts into her.

We laid on top of one another, a single sinful, sweaty, breathless mess joined together at the waist for what must have been five minutes before I allowed my gradually softening cock to slide out of the wetness we had created together.

A wrong that’s not acknowledged is one that never happened, so we dressed together in silence before Emily made her way to the door.

“Thanks for the ride, I’ll see you in the morning!”

As if nothing at happened.

The door clicked shut behind her.

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