He had finished his drawings. I was tempted to climb on his
lap and interrupt him the entire time. Alluringly poised in the black leather
chair littered with scratches and scuffs. He turned around and face me to say
“Now what?” “I have an idea.” His eyes lit up with excitement. The phone in his
hand is quickly forgotten on the desk as he rests his hands on his thighs. He
wore a black band shirt and matching jeans. Classic Converse that were a bit
dirty suited him perfectly. I got up and could feel a tingle of excitement go
down my back as I walked to him. We never left each other’s eyes. Our
intentions were set in stone. I threw one leg over his left. Same on the right.
Lowering myself onto his lap I felt him through his jeans. He was getting
progressively harder as I found a comfortable position. My hands instinctively
wrapped around his neck to play with his hair. He would later use his hands,
now resting on my hips, to increase the pressure and movement on his lap; but
for now, they remained still. Our faces were inches from one another. We felt
each other’s breaths dancing in the space between us. His eyes made the quick
journey to mine and back up. We knew what we wanted. We closed the distance
between our lips. The dark, neatly trimmed beard prickled my cheek here and
there. He always cared for it so it was soft. Quick pecks turned into heated
tongues tangling together. His fingers gripped my sides. I didn’t have a bra
on. I thought ahead most days in that regard. Our chests were against each
other. I could feel his cock hardened though it remained safely hidden under
his jeans. This continued for a few minutes. A clink from our glasses colliding
stopped us momentarily. A couple giggles flew between us. He thought it a good
idea to lock the door to preserve our innocence in the eyes of my family. We
parted from each other as one took the task of locking the door while the other
closed the blinds to the porch. After those chores, we resumed our previous
activities. A few kisses and he tells me to hold on. He lifted me up and walked
us to my bed. It felt amazing to feel him between my legs grinding for any
contact we could have. We were desperate. My pants slipped off easily enough as
he undid his jeans and pulled his cock out. It was rearing to go just as he was.
Neither of us had to check if I was wet; we knew from previous encounters that
I was always nicely slick after our make out session. He quickly enters me. Oh,
what a nice feeling it can be to have a man in you! One thrust turns in to two
and then three. And so on. Breathy gasps escape us both. His weight on me was
different as our positions were usually reversed. Cars left little space for
experimentation. I could feel his hot breath against my ear and familiar
softness moving against my cheek. He pushed his neck against my mouth. I knew
what he wanted. A teasing peck first. Next, a little lick; perhaps, a light
nibble. Soon, his skin is sucked gently to elicit a moan. I raise my hips to
meet his on that note. I move up and down his neck. Slipping a hand under his
shirt to feel his back is a welcome difference to the usual routine we follow.
He was hot and a bit sweaty. We both were. His pace sped up when my lips found
his ear. I knew it was his favorite spot to have me. I loved the increased
speed and egged him on with nibbles and laps around his ear. Sometimes I moved
down to his neck to place a claiming mark. His weight shifted as he pushed
deeper into me. Now it was my turn to let out a nice moan. We continued like
that for a while with a quickening in pace as we both reached our orgasms. He’d
mastered pulling out and did so as he crashed into his. I felt the wetness
against my stomach as he finished himself with his hand. It was fun we agreed
as we cleaned up. We returned to our spots. Him on the chair and me poised on
the edge of my bed. A moment of calmness as we scrolled on our phones silently.
Some time passed before we agreed to a second round. And then a third. After a
brief interruption by my family, we left to my car. At his house, he pulled his
cock, now hard once more, out. I loved sucking him dry. I knew that the tip was
sensitive to my suction. My hand was wrapped around him, moving his foreskin up
and down as I bobbed alongside it. He threw his head back in loud moans. Those
were always amazing noises to hear. It didn’t take long to taste his cum. Salty
but with a sweet tinge. He was sometimes sweet. I told him that fact once and
he laughed. We left that parking lot for a quick ride for some drinks. After
our return, I put my skills to use twice more. Man had stamina. I was always
left impressed and satisfied by him. Even on the nights when I didn’t fuck him,
I was happy to blow him for a few rounds. Most often he came once or twice. He
had a record he had yet to beat. I secretly hoped we’d beat it together with
him fucking me sore. Maybe after a doctor’s visit, he wouldn’t have to finish
on me. I’d tell him the next time I saw him. I figure he’d be excited for that
news. Excited in more than one way. It’d probably follow this storyline though it
might end differently.
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